[[Video| To Elizabeth and Norrington]]

[notyourleverage]

[Have a very tired, nervous looking Will. It probably took him a good hour to decide whether or not to message them. And before that he spent perhaps an hour and a half pacing outside Elizabeth's door before eventually losing his nerve and going back to his room

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[destinyentwined]

[He resisted the urge to question the man. 'Why were you not there?' 'From whom did you hear we were back?' 'Why are you speaking to me through a bloody device?' But he refrained. He had a rough last few weeks and knew his temper was on edge. He took in a deep breath before replying.]

Well enough given the circumstances, Mr. Turner.

[notyourleverage]

[he nods, not quite sure what to say that can make this situation any less awkward]

[nocorsetsplease]

[It took some minutes before Liz picked up the feed. The curtains are drawn over the windows, as she can't bear to watch the hours pass any longer. A few glimmers from oil lamps about the room leave enough light for her outline to be seen.][She tries to smile, but it paints itself all wrong. It looks meek, pathetic. Burned.]

I am alive. Safe now.

[notyourleverage]

Elizabeth.... He's known her to long not to notice when something dreadful's happened. It's written all over her face]

I'm so sorry.

woop, IGNORE EXTRA BRACKETS in last tag. >.>

[nocorsetsplease]

It is not, and will never be your fault.

[She looks down, her thoughts loud in her own ears. It was mine.]

IT'S COOL BABE

[notyourleverage]

[he swallows, throat dry]

It's not yours either. You know that, surely. Don't you?