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Title: Hauntings
Author: Me
Pairing: J/E Implied
Rating: PG
A/N: Written for blackpearlsails drabble prompt, Whisper.
Hauntings:
White. Everything is white.
It is blinding; any other pigments or colors no matter how subtle or light have been scorched from his mind and his surroundings leaving but that torturous pure light emitting from everywhere, enveloping his field of vision.
And dry. Everything is dry. Not a single drop of water has blessed his surroundings, not even the slightest ghost of a breeze has caressed his face longingly like it once did. An environment devoid of every element and sense; he feels nothing but the heat of the everlasting sun and brittle sand. Tastes have been forgotten except for the bitter dryness of his own tongue and mouth. And all he hears is the deafening silence, save for those few chords, those few words that repetitively whisper in the still air.
They cannot leave his mind, no matter how hard he tries to forget them.
He longs, oh yes, does he long. He aches for the sea to be beneath his feet once more, a fiery seductress that he has no power to tame, but only to respect and desire. His stomach and mouth long for any form of liquid or edible sustenance, no matter how repulsive. Any sound besides his own voice and that whisper are wished for desperately, a half-pray to any god that’ll listen to the sinful pirate.
But perhaps the strongest and most needy desire he feels is for her lips to be on his once more.
Her mouth, her hands, her eyes, her voice. Everything about her. Everything drives him towards insanity more then his need for food or the sea. Recollections of her voice, as obstinate and stubborn as the young woman herself run through his thoughts as smoothly as a brush through a head of tresses. Her words, her truths, her lies, they’re everything he hears.
Her lips. Soft. Yielding. As addicting as wine and even more so. He still feels their warmth on his own mouth, unpracticed but willing, oh so willing to learn, moving clumsily but strangely passionately against his. He yearns for her, he yearns to kill her in return for her betrayal, to kiss her until she is senseless, to explore the uncharted land that is her body…
His eyelids fall for a moment in frustration, trying to wash away the thoughts that plague his mind.
“My soul I do swear for a kiss.”
Author: Me
Pairing: J/E Implied
Rating: PG
A/N: Written for blackpearlsails drabble prompt, Whisper.
Hauntings:
White. Everything is white.
It is blinding; any other pigments or colors no matter how subtle or light have been scorched from his mind and his surroundings leaving but that torturous pure light emitting from everywhere, enveloping his field of vision.
And dry. Everything is dry. Not a single drop of water has blessed his surroundings, not even the slightest ghost of a breeze has caressed his face longingly like it once did. An environment devoid of every element and sense; he feels nothing but the heat of the everlasting sun and brittle sand. Tastes have been forgotten except for the bitter dryness of his own tongue and mouth. And all he hears is the deafening silence, save for those few chords, those few words that repetitively whisper in the still air.
They cannot leave his mind, no matter how hard he tries to forget them.
He longs, oh yes, does he long. He aches for the sea to be beneath his feet once more, a fiery seductress that he has no power to tame, but only to respect and desire. His stomach and mouth long for any form of liquid or edible sustenance, no matter how repulsive. Any sound besides his own voice and that whisper are wished for desperately, a half-pray to any god that’ll listen to the sinful pirate.
But perhaps the strongest and most needy desire he feels is for her lips to be on his once more.
Her mouth, her hands, her eyes, her voice. Everything about her. Everything drives him towards insanity more then his need for food or the sea. Recollections of her voice, as obstinate and stubborn as the young woman herself run through his thoughts as smoothly as a brush through a head of tresses. Her words, her truths, her lies, they’re everything he hears.
Her lips. Soft. Yielding. As addicting as wine and even more so. He still feels their warmth on his own mouth, unpracticed but willing, oh so willing to learn, moving clumsily but strangely passionately against his. He yearns for her, he yearns to kill her in return for her betrayal, to kiss her until she is senseless, to explore the uncharted land that is her body…
His eyelids fall for a moment in frustration, trying to wash away the thoughts that plague his mind.
“My soul I do swear for a kiss.”