Double Drabble: Perchance to Dream
Feb. 2nd, 2006 03:24 pmby Honorat
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Owned by the Mouse. I swear I am an almost innocent fanfic writer.
Pairing: Will/Elizabeth
Summary: I have finally managed to write a drabble again! Well, a double one. A little missing scene for the Black Pearl Sails "Lullaby" challenge. Angsty, if you can believe it.
Every night after his rescue he had fought sleep with a desperate fury, but eventually his exhausted young body would vanquish his battered spirit and drag him down into fiery nightmares. Then he would come violently awake, his throat a raw echo of screams, the thin sheet twisted damp, the acrid scent of his own fear stinging his nostrils, unable to flee from the images branded on the backs of his eyelids. He would not return to sleep.
This night, however, he found himself rocking in his mother’s arms again, hearing the soothing melody of the old lullaby she used to sing over him. The gentle notes held power over the terror, driving it from him, surrounding him with safety. A cool hand brushed the damp strands of hair from his forehead as his mother used to do, but it was not the familiar, work-worn palm.
He opened his eyes, startled, to see the face of the young girl with the freckles and ringlets and large, dark eyes. Again he heard her soft voice: “I’m watching over you, Will.” Her hand slipped into his.
That night Will Turner finally slept until dawn.
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Owned by the Mouse. I swear I am an almost innocent fanfic writer.
Pairing: Will/Elizabeth
Summary: I have finally managed to write a drabble again! Well, a double one. A little missing scene for the Black Pearl Sails "Lullaby" challenge. Angsty, if you can believe it.
Every night after his rescue he had fought sleep with a desperate fury, but eventually his exhausted young body would vanquish his battered spirit and drag him down into fiery nightmares. Then he would come violently awake, his throat a raw echo of screams, the thin sheet twisted damp, the acrid scent of his own fear stinging his nostrils, unable to flee from the images branded on the backs of his eyelids. He would not return to sleep.
This night, however, he found himself rocking in his mother’s arms again, hearing the soothing melody of the old lullaby she used to sing over him. The gentle notes held power over the terror, driving it from him, surrounding him with safety. A cool hand brushed the damp strands of hair from his forehead as his mother used to do, but it was not the familiar, work-worn palm.
He opened his eyes, startled, to see the face of the young girl with the freckles and ringlets and large, dark eyes. Again he heard her soft voice: “I’m watching over you, Will.” Her hand slipped into his.
That night Will Turner finally slept until dawn.
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Date: 2006-02-03 02:29 am (UTC)Hey, at least you can write a drabble - I have yet to manage that. (I'm too darn long-winded I guess...) ;-)
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Date: 2006-02-03 04:00 am (UTC)This is so real, we can just feel it with him. Truly great description.
This says so much about his mother, and about his relationship with her.
And then it's Elizabeth. It's really no wonder she's so dear to him, his one true friend, goddess-like, yet so very human.
Beautiful work.
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Date: 2006-02-03 05:00 am (UTC)If they're good words, more power to them, I say.
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Date: 2006-02-03 05:18 am (UTC)..not that there's anything wrong with being long-winded - as long as one is not boring in the process (which you aren't) :-)
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Date: 2006-02-03 05:52 am (UTC)Which is why "Worthy of his Steel" effects me as it does.
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Date: 2006-02-03 03:59 pm (UTC)Will's nightmares are wonderful - genuinely believable expressions of the horror he had to face.
And Elizabeth is just so sweet and maternal and loving.
Lovely!
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Date: 2006-03-25 02:09 am (UTC)Every night after his rescue he had fought sleep with a desperate fury, but eventually his exhausted young body...
Great physical nightmare description! Apologies, but got mentally sidetracked - didn't read your very clear pairing declaration - and was ready to believe you were visiting Virgo's Salvage universe (what kind of twisted lullabies would her mermaid sing? *shivers*).
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Date: 2006-03-25 04:23 am (UTC)I had to go back and reread my drabble with that reinterpretation. Up until the end it does work. Very interesting. It's fun to see how different readers interpret.
Twisted mermaid lullubies--if we gang up on her do you think she'd write them? Ha!
Thanks so much for the comments.
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Date: 2006-03-25 12:57 pm (UTC)Think my favorite bit in this is
Her hand slipped into his.
Perhaps because of reading this so close to having read Chapter 3.6.b of Worthy and seeing a similar sweetness in the hand-holding in both places.
Twisted mermaid lullubies--if we gang up on her do you think she'd write them?
Ooh, good idea!
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Date: 2006-03-25 01:42 pm (UTC)And yes, Mini-Will and Mini-Elizabeth are so very sweet together. If her father had wanted to get her away from him, he should have let them play together every day of their lives. Then they would have considered each other brother and sister. But no! He had to provide those lovely long separations so that they would always meet again and find each other a wonder. Poor Governor. He hadn't a chance.
Thank you for the feedback--twice!