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Missed Wednesday BUT……I’m writing a few things atm, and this is the newest (and decidedly the one I should be working on the least, but here we are). It’s a potc fic, the ship is sparrington because of course it is. Less plotty, more fluffy…sort of. James Norrington pov because of course it is. This is the first chunk of chapter one!
James Norrington tests the weight of the blade in his hand, familiar in the way it fits perfectly in his palm, in the way that even his reflection in the mirror can’t be. Not these days, anyway. The weight is not, however, doing a thing for the hollow cavern in his chest, his heart having been ripped out somewhere between Elizabeth Swann being betrothed to a blacksmith-turned-pirate and losing his ship, crew, and dignity in the wicked winds of a hurricane.
James blinks, lifting his head with a start. Cutler Beckett raises an eyebrow, looking at him expectantly.
“I said - I think a promotion is in order. Would you agree, Admiral Norrington?”
Admiral. The word sounds strange even ringing in between James’ ears. He looks back down, to the sword in his hand (crafted by a thieving pirate, but flawless and beautiful nonetheless), before casting his eyes to the pouch still lying on Beckett’s desk. It pulses steadily, the heart of Davy Jones beating like a drum inside. The emptiness in his chest aches more sharply, and he fantasizes briefly about following Jones’ example - cutting out the broken thing and putting it away in a box, never to be seen again.
“I thank you for your kindness, Lord Beckett,” he says eventually, returning to sword to it’s scabbard and turning to face the man again. “And I humbly accept.”
The corner of Beckett’s mouth lifts near imperceptably. “I thought you might.”
James isn’t quite sure what that is supposed to mean, and is being escorted from Beckett’s office before he can give the question a fair chance to stew.
none of mn top swimmers r committing to the u which is hmmmm
“Backstroke of the West” is objectively the best star war movie.
@aisumadoushi said: ❝ try & stop me. ❞ //@makoto
He gulped hard, and his gaze wanders down shyly. It took a moment ( a deep breath or two ) before looking up again, frowning a little. He then snatched the man’s wrist and held it firmly with his fingers. “——can we just talk instead?” Makoto asks softly, trying his best to ignore that feeling of butterflies fluttering around in his stomach. “I know you’re angry, you sound angry, but you should calm down first before you’ll do something stupid.”
Power couple Pernille Blume and Florent Manaudou
365 Films Part 8: 286/365