( ♚ | Elizabeth )

   The art of saying  GOODBYE is truly remarkable,  and it most certainly is
   an ART.  Everything floods  to her  MIND now,  everything she  has never
   said,  everything she  WANTS to say.  It all CONVERGES  at the  tip of her
   tongue, and yet she says NOTHING. The truth of the matter is that words
   seem INADEQUATE  just now;  they won’t change  the past,  the present,
   or the future. They are just WORDS.

   So   she  simply   lies   beside   him,    dark  eyes   surveying   his   face,
   COMMITTING  each  line  and  feature  to memory.  It will  be  TEN  years
   before  she sees him again.  His features will remain the SAME, the tilt
   of his lips when he smiles,  the depth of those brown eyes. But HERS
   hers  will shift.  She’ll  gain more  LINES,  grow older  while he  remains
   forever YOUNG. They were meant to grow old TOGETHER, and she can’t
   abide the  INJUSTICE of it.  There is a deep,  physical ACHE in her heart
   as she  thinks of it,  and she is FORCED to look  away from  him, for fear
   of his seeing the SADNESS behind her gaze.

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     “ I don’t know.

   For the first  time in what  feels like AGES,  she has the  freedom to do
   what she wants,  to go where  she PLEASES.  And yet the  ONLY place
   she wants to be – the only place she CAN’T be – is in his arms.

     “ I suppose  I could return  to Shipwreck  Cove.  I’m not entirely
        sure what the Pirate King is meant to do once the war is won,
        but surely there must be something.

                                   The sheer FAMILIARITY between the two of them is what ALERTS Will to the emotion Elizabeth has BREWING just beneath the surface. He can feel it coming off of her in WAVES, the DESPAIR one that he feels as well. His mind REPLAYS the last few months, the ARGUMENTS, the lies, the treachery they PLAYED against the other. All of it had seemed NECESSARY at the time. He wished he could go BACK and redo it all. CALLOUSED hand lifts to cup Elizabeth’s cheek, thumb BRUSHING softly along her cheekbone. It’s all he can do to keep from CURSING at the heaven’s above as he considers the thought of LOSING her once more. Leaning down, Will BRUSHES his nose softly against hers, a small loving GESTURE that seems out of place and RIGHT at the same time. This gentle DOMESTICITY has never had a PLACE in their world, so CARVED out of metal and blood. And yet, here, now, on a BARREN beach where DEATH has already claimed one of them for its OWN, the gesture seems to FIT

                                      Lips come together TENTATIVELY as the new Captain wordlessly CLINGS to an aspect of his HUMANITY that will never be LOST. Even before his heart had REPLACED that of Davy Jones, it had ALREADY belonged to another. His lips move GENTLY against hers, a SMALL attempt to remind her how much he CARES for her. He pulls away only to REST his forehead against hers, listening as she SPEAKS. Her tone of voice is all too FAMILIAR, heartbreaking ( could a still-beating heart no longer ENCASED beneath the protection of bone still BREAK? ). His fingers absentmindedly BRUSH along her arms as he HOLDS her against his chest. 

                                       There will UNDOUBTEDLY always be something for the Pirate King to do. Lead. Inspire. Rule justly.   He murmurs against her hair. He has no DOUBT that she’ll make a FANTASTIC inspiration, and suspects he’ll hear all about her in the years to come. He only wishes he could REMAIN at her side to watch it all himself. A GLANCE at the horizon leaves Will feeling COLD, streaks of LIGHT in place where darkness had existed just MOMENTS ago. Clearing his throat, he TURNS towards Elizabeth, a more SERIOUS expression on his face.  I believe I have a FAVOR, I must ask of you, Mrs. Turner.  Attempt at a smile FAILS as he stares at his wife.

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est. april 24, 2015

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