Sep 10, 2009 22:52
“Undress.”
Sometimes the simplest command sends the cruellest chills down the unwilling spine and James’ hands were shaking as he undid his cravat with a guarded expression, trying not to meet Beckett’s calculating greys and Theo’s corral-sharp browns. Suddenly cold fingers joined his, answering a wordless command James whished he could have missed, and his coat soon hit the floor soundlessly. Something flashed in the dim light and Theo’s hand froze, hovering above the coin around James’ neck - he kept it. Theo’s eyes softened but then he tore the chain and flung the token of the past into the corner.
teddy groves,
the shape of things to come,
james norrington,
lord cutler beckett