( ♞ | lordiism )

    The resentment hardly went unnoticed, and if Cutler  was  made  at  all
     discomfited  by  the  tension, he didn’t show it. This hadn’t been the first time
     that the young Mister Turner had honored him with  such  bitter  regards,  but
     the  lord was certainly prepared to see to it that this would be the last, should
     he be driven to hush the yapping pup’s tongue.

     Turning  his  chin  up to better hold the other’s gaze, Cutler appraised him in
     momentary silence. Turner was sharp, he wouldn’t deny him that; sharp, but
     foolish all the same,  if  he  thought  it  prudent  to  rob  the  lord  of  his  prize
     without  so  much  as  attempting to uphold his end of the bargain. Letting the
     faintest of smiles touch the corners of his lips at the boy’s wit, Cutler  turned
     away,  slowly  rounding his desk to crease his fingers over an upturned edge
     of the chart spread upon it  as  he  quite  pointedly  ignored  that  prying  little
     inquiry.

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  ‟ I’m curious, Mister Turner: what was it that you planned to do once you took
     the heart?
                                                       ———Bring it back to Jones with the hope of
                                                       some reward for your honesty? 

     Here,  he  paused  to spare the young man a glance, grey eyes flashing with
     careful scrutiny.

                                ‟ I  would  have thought your fiancée’s life
                                   would have been reward enough for you. 

     There was a sharp edge to Beckett’s gaze that might have made  lesser
     men squirm, or at the very least turn away.    As it was,    Will fought the 
     urge to do so,       keeping his chin lifted in a form of youthful    defiance
     Still,    he couldn’t keep his brows from furrowing the way they did,    the
     flicker of annoyance, and even ACCEPTANCE,  answering the question
     Beckett had posed more than he ever would. His eyes   
darted   away, 
     catching on the map that hung on the wall beside them,
( vast ) but more
     colored in than Will liked to think about.    Somewhere in the expanse of 
     ocean represented by the map,      Davy Jones had his father captive on 
     the Flying Dutchman.    Will had been so close to nabbing the one thing
     that might ensure his freedom, and now – his hands clenched into fists,
     gaze dropping from the map once more.

          “ Despite your thoughts, I am no  fool.  I’d never planned on 
            giving the heart back to Jones. ”

     He chose not to elaborate,   instead letting the words hang in the silence 
     of the room.      Will hadn’t been sure how holding the heart hostage over 
     Jones would play out, if he would emerge victorious with his father freed
     or find the plan  BACKFIRING like so many of his did.       No matter the 
     outcome, he’d been willing to try. Getting caught had  never  been a part 
     of his plan.    But his thoughts were interrupted after a moment,       eyes 
     narrowing at Beckett’s words and the past tense he used.   He’s quick to
     reply, perhaps a little
( too ) quick, as he considers that he’s once again
     found himself without any leverage.

         “ Elizabeth had  nothing  to do with this.” 

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independent will turner
from pirates of the caribbean

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written by LEA

est. april 24, 2015

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