Potc | Lord Cutler Beckett, Patrick
Title: Negotiations
Rating: G
Word Count: 270
Prompt: Midnight Drinks
Summary: Epilogue to a fierce and fatal future.
Characters: Beckett, Patrick(OC)
originally posted here
1. Negotiations
A long, pale finger was silently tapping on the carefully ornamented armrest of the dark wooden chair. Not a sign of impatience. Yet. Dull, indifferent grey eyes were firmly directed at the man sitting in a very similar chair on the other side of the desk. He hadn’t been asked to sit down, but had done it anyway. He looked completely at ease, not at all intimidated by the spacious room or the hard, searching look on Lord Cutler Beckett’s face. The casual smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes never left his face even in the light of ruthless scrutiny.
“If I understand correctly” Lord Beckett finally broke the long silence, his voice still indifferent and almost bored “you are offering your services to the East India Trading Company and wish to accompany me to Port Royal.” The beginnings of a small, calculated smile formed in the corner of his lips. “Despite not having any experience in either trading or sailing. Is that correct, Mr. MacHeath?”
There was no answer from the dark haired man; he just smiled in absolute confidence. They were silent again for a long time, mutely measuring each other up.
“And as what exactly do you wish to be employed?” Beckett asked with the first hint of amusement in the back of his throat. The other man’s smile just widened even more as he answered in a low, dark voice.
“Spy.”
For the first time during the conversation, Beckett let his carefully constructed smile slip on his face and he got up to pour them a drink.
An agreement was to be made.
Rating: G
Word Count: 270
Prompt: Midnight Drinks
Summary: Epilogue to a fierce and fatal future.
Characters: Beckett, Patrick(OC)
originally posted here
1. Negotiations
A long, pale finger was silently tapping on the carefully ornamented armrest of the dark wooden chair. Not a sign of impatience. Yet. Dull, indifferent grey eyes were firmly directed at the man sitting in a very similar chair on the other side of the desk. He hadn’t been asked to sit down, but had done it anyway. He looked completely at ease, not at all intimidated by the spacious room or the hard, searching look on Lord Cutler Beckett’s face. The casual smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes never left his face even in the light of ruthless scrutiny.
“If I understand correctly” Lord Beckett finally broke the long silence, his voice still indifferent and almost bored “you are offering your services to the East India Trading Company and wish to accompany me to Port Royal.” The beginnings of a small, calculated smile formed in the corner of his lips. “Despite not having any experience in either trading or sailing. Is that correct, Mr. MacHeath?”
There was no answer from the dark haired man; he just smiled in absolute confidence. They were silent again for a long time, mutely measuring each other up.
“And as what exactly do you wish to be employed?” Beckett asked with the first hint of amusement in the back of his throat. The other man’s smile just widened even more as he answered in a low, dark voice.
“Spy.”
For the first time during the conversation, Beckett let his carefully constructed smile slip on his face and he got up to pour them a drink.
An agreement was to be made.