One Shot: Playing Truant
May. 26th, 2007 11:05 amOne-shot: Playing Truant
By Honorat
Rated: PG
Pairing: Will/Elizabeth
Warning: SPOILERS
Disclaimer: If I weren’t crazy, this would never work.
Summary: SPOILERS. Sometimes a new job can bring surprises. My first post-AWE plot bunny. This one is just a little fluffy bunny, too. I haven't seen the movie, but have been most thoroughly spoilt.
Thanks to
geek_mama_2 for the betaing.
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Tiny souls, like flickering, fading beacons against the immense darkness of storm and sea, call to him. They reach into the space which once contained his heart and twist with adamantine chains drawing him to them. This night is no exception.
One life, bright and alone in all that vast expanse of water. No wreckage of ship on or below the surface of the sea. Perhaps this sailor has been swept overboard, his ship gone on unheeding.
He watches, silent and implacable, as his men haul the gasping, shivering wretch aboard.
Stoicism flees before astonishment as he realizes the drenched shoulders are shaking neither with exhaustion nor with terror but with—laughter?
One stride and his hand grips slender, calloused, impossibly familiar fingers. Wet hair flies aside like tattered shreds of sails revealing those dark, lightning-flashing eyes that have always spoken of the sea and endless horizons to him.
“Do you fear death?” she prompts him—as though his speechlessness is mere forgetfulness.
A stupid query. He already knows the answer. This woman has always taken fear in her teeth and crushed it.
He does not question this gift of the gods, but pulls her into his embrace, fierce and hungry, breathing her name against her hair: “Elizabeth!”
When at last they emerge from the sweet flames of a starving kiss for breath, for tears, for laughter, for words that swirl and tumble like breakers on a beloved shore—home and heart’s desire in the midst of unmapped waves—he asks her how this is possible. What reprieve of his ten year sentence have they been granted and at what cost?
Her eyes sparkle and the corners of her mouth quirk with that adorable mischievousness that has from childhood accompanied all her circumventing of the restrictions her guardians attempted to place on her desires.
“But Will,” she says, her voice all impish cajolery, “that was ten years before we meet on land. No one said anything at all about on water.”
He should have known she would find a way around, under or through any curse.
That night across the seven seas, no tempests rage, all ships sail in sweet peace, and the moon shines kindly on the love of the Captain of the Flying Dutchman and his Bride.
By Honorat
Rated: PG
Pairing: Will/Elizabeth
Warning: SPOILERS
Disclaimer: If I weren’t crazy, this would never work.
Summary: SPOILERS. Sometimes a new job can bring surprises. My first post-AWE plot bunny. This one is just a little fluffy bunny, too. I haven't seen the movie, but have been most thoroughly spoilt.
Thanks to
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Tiny souls, like flickering, fading beacons against the immense darkness of storm and sea, call to him. They reach into the space which once contained his heart and twist with adamantine chains drawing him to them. This night is no exception.
One life, bright and alone in all that vast expanse of water. No wreckage of ship on or below the surface of the sea. Perhaps this sailor has been swept overboard, his ship gone on unheeding.
He watches, silent and implacable, as his men haul the gasping, shivering wretch aboard.
Stoicism flees before astonishment as he realizes the drenched shoulders are shaking neither with exhaustion nor with terror but with—laughter?
One stride and his hand grips slender, calloused, impossibly familiar fingers. Wet hair flies aside like tattered shreds of sails revealing those dark, lightning-flashing eyes that have always spoken of the sea and endless horizons to him.
“Do you fear death?” she prompts him—as though his speechlessness is mere forgetfulness.
A stupid query. He already knows the answer. This woman has always taken fear in her teeth and crushed it.
He does not question this gift of the gods, but pulls her into his embrace, fierce and hungry, breathing her name against her hair: “Elizabeth!”
When at last they emerge from the sweet flames of a starving kiss for breath, for tears, for laughter, for words that swirl and tumble like breakers on a beloved shore—home and heart’s desire in the midst of unmapped waves—he asks her how this is possible. What reprieve of his ten year sentence have they been granted and at what cost?
Her eyes sparkle and the corners of her mouth quirk with that adorable mischievousness that has from childhood accompanied all her circumventing of the restrictions her guardians attempted to place on her desires.
“But Will,” she says, her voice all impish cajolery, “that was ten years before we meet on land. No one said anything at all about on water.”
He should have known she would find a way around, under or through any curse.
That night across the seven seas, no tempests rage, all ships sail in sweet peace, and the moon shines kindly on the love of the Captain of the Flying Dutchman and his Bride.
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Date: 2007-05-26 05:32 pm (UTC)Hope things are going all right for you. :)
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Date: 2007-05-26 05:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-26 05:41 pm (UTC)My life is going fine right now. I've just been swamped this year with having a baby! Time to write is at a premium.
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Date: 2007-05-26 05:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-26 05:44 pm (UTC)Oh my gosh, congratulations! That's super exciting! But I can certainly see how that would take up a lot of writing time. ;P
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Date: 2007-05-26 06:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-26 06:29 pm (UTC)And THANK YOU for pointing out that Elizabeth isn't going to just veg out in between visits! There seems to be this faction of fandom which holds to the misperception that Lizzie has been transmogrified into some land-locked repressed June Cleaver figure by the end of AWE. Why, I ask you! Why?!
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Date: 2007-05-26 06:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-26 08:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-26 10:24 pm (UTC)This woman has always taken fear in her teeth and crushed it.
Oh my goodness, it seems it's time again to break out The Adjective. :D I'm full of love for this sentence. How true.
**sigh** I wish I still loved MovieWill as much as I love FicWill.
Glad you're back and congratulations!
Date: 2007-05-26 10:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-26 11:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-27 04:43 am (UTC)Your story here.. *sighs* that just put it all to rights. Thank you for writing this and giving it the artistic, caring, lyrical touch your writing has.
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Date: 2007-05-27 06:15 am (UTC)And thanks again for the wonderful gift of your words. This is the perfect stroke to end the story. ;-)
Cheers ~
Erin
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Date: 2007-05-27 06:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-27 02:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-27 03:04 pm (UTC)As for Elizabeth, I agree. If all the years of Governor Swann trying to turn her into land-locked repressed June Cleaver figure didn't succeed, why would anything else do it?
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Date: 2007-05-29 01:20 am (UTC)Almost the exact words that went through my mind in the theater when Will turned up as captain of the Dutchman. Elizabeth has always been about breaking the rules and the movie failed to give her a compelling reason to stay on land.
I was honestly expecting her to row over to the Dutchman and join the crew. Still can't figure out why she didn't. What's holding her back?
Anyway. Great fic! Very, very Elizabeth.
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Date: 2007-05-29 06:11 pm (UTC)They reach into the space which once contained his heart and twist with adamantine chains drawing him to them.
Amazing image, as is the silent and implacable Will. Love how Elizabeth immediately cracks Will's "stern Captain" veneer.
dark, lightning-flashing eyes that have always spoken of the sea and endless horizons to him.
Loved the juxtaposition, and the fact that Elizabeth has been the sea to Will—lovely parallel with the Davy Jones story.
Actually, I want to highlight pretty much the entire text, so I'll leave it at that.
Well done, again—just what I needed to know happened during the credits ;)
Oh, and congratulations on the baby—I'm so impressed you managed to find any writing time at all!
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Date: 2007-05-30 06:18 am (UTC)Unlike a lot of people apparently, I wasn't devastated by the end of the movie. I actually thought it was a pretty good ending. But I do like to think that Will and Elizabeth will see plenty of each other during the ten years. Can't he stand in a bucket on land, like Davy Jones did in the parlay scene? :)
Again, glad to see you back, and again, congratulations on your baby!
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Date: 2007-06-04 06:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-06 12:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-06 08:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-05 07:29 am (UTC)Your icon here looks like Elizabeth *and* Tia Dalma. Did you know?
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Date: 2007-10-25 09:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-06 04:26 am (UTC)Thank you so much for responding. If Davy Jones could get around his curse in a bucket of water, I'm sure Elizabeth will think of something.