Didn’t make this video, but the scene’s fit perfectly with the words!
From somebodies blog. I WAS gonna name the source but now I can’t even find it again. If you know where it’s at, please tell me so I can give credit.
“How do you feel, luv?” His eyes searched hers, his expression more tender than she had ever seen it, his eyes shining with an emotion she had never seen there before, and couldn’t quite put a name to.
“Remember when you cut the strings of my corset that day in Port Royal, and brought me back to life? I feel somewhat like that. Restored to life. Resurrected. Reborn.” (x)
(Source: ofsparrowsandmockingjays)
Pirates of the Carribean flash fiction: The Post-AWE AU
Inch
His breath is scorching like the fire of a thousand suns, rum-scented and sweet with sugarcane, yet she winds her arms around his neck, opens her mouth to him, praying he won’t realize what he is doing. Were he in his right mind, he would never have come looking for her, willing to dry her tears and hold her close. He would have restrained himself, for she deserves neither his compassion nor the soothing touch of his hands. But although she is well aware of that, she keeps inching toward him, breathless with hope and trepidation. “Kiss me, Jack.”
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Covet
“Stop feeling sorry for yourself, Jack.”
She is just a breath away, her lips a sweet prize, her body a haven he desperately needs, and he can feel the blood rush through his veins, hear its dull throb as he looks into her eyes, defiant yet defenseless against her scrutiny. White-knuckled hands gripping the rail, he thinks it would be much easier to hate her if he didn’t long to spread her thighs and sink into the silken recesses of her body; curses himself for not doing so when she was the embodiment of Turner’s dreams, not his own.
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Claim
Black as night, the Jolly Roger flutters above them while she crosses the line, defies destiny written in the fading stars. She is unafraid, captivating as a flower in bloom, and somehow that is enough to silence his thoughts, make him slip his tongue into the moist cavern of her mouth and draw her closer. He doesn’t hate her then, feeling his muscles coil in anticipation, smelling the arousal on her skin. And so he doesn’t question her; doesn’t understand the importance of her choice until he finds truth between her trembling thighs, in the rich crimson of her blood.
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Consider
She sits astride the rail, her back arched, bare feet dangling in the air, and she is lovely, unbearably so. Watching her from afar, he remembers the softness of her lips, the sinful cadence of her breath as he thrust into her, deeper and deeper still. She has been avoiding him, but ‘tis hardly surprising. Two score years of existence have taught him much about the recklessness of a young heart, given him many an opportunity to taste the desperate passion of a conflicted soul, to see them reap the consequences. She will come to him soon enough, demanding forgiveness as if it were a thing of little value, emboldened by the knowledge that not even death could make him want her less.
And though he believes that humanum est errare, he wishes he hadn’t succumbed to temptation, chosen to discover the secrets of her body when what he truly wanted to know was her spirit.
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Reconsider
He shouldn’t have lurked in the shadows, awaiting her attention. He realizes he made a mistake as he clambers up the rocks, the sweeping curve of the scorpion’s belly high above him. She is like Antares now, fiercely bright and royal, the sting of her tongue even more potent than before. She is Cor Piratarum, for he gave her power. He’s not quite sure why he did that, though. Maybe because no one else would let him carry out his plan…? Surely he didn’t choose her just to make her notice him?
She had been the death of him.
“So it goes,” he mutters, throwing a sloe-black stone into the sea.
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Shell
There is a change in the wind. Elizabeth can feel it in her bones as she reclines in a chair, watching the shadows of palm trees dance across the moonlit ceiling of Neptune’s Hall. She is curious about the future, thirsty for adventure as never before, and so she wonders. Perhaps she should tell her crew to prepare the Cygnus for a journey to some distant place. Maybe she could go east? She has entertained the idea of visiting Turkey’s underground city ever since Teague told her that the Hall had been built by a Turkish architect. She needs a change after everything that has happened.
“Don’t dwell on the past. The little creature is safe. Safer than it would ever be with you,” Teague says just above a whisper, his face a mask of indifference as he raises a glass of port to his lips.
Her fingers curling against her belly, she remembers the pain that split her open. Tears mixed with blood until she was as empty as a shell. “You don’t understand.”
“I know what it means to lose a child.”
She closes her eyes, her heart a wild bird trying to escape its cage of flesh and bone. “I didn’t want the baby. Not until it was too late.”
“Ah, I see.” Her breath catches in her throat as Teague rises to his feet, his lips twisting into a bitter smile. “You didn’t want the baby because it wasn’t Turner’s.”
His parting words sting.
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Pursuit
Twilight sets in, chasing the last rays of sunshine away, as she climbs the rigging, hell-bent on making certain the Cygnus is ready for the morning tide. The news of Jack’s alliance with Blackbeard and his lovely daughter reached Elizabeth a fortnight after her argument with Teague.
While she has heard about Jack’s fondness for Angelica Teach, it isn’t jealousy that makes her long for him. Elizabeth is still confused about her feelings for him, however, she is no longer afraid to admit it.
Sometimes she wants Will to abandon his duties and come to see her. She wishes he would help her forget about her affection for Jack, but he never comes. Were it not for Calypso’s compassion, she wouldn’t know anything about her husband of a few sunlit moments.
Casting a glance over Shipwreck, she leans against the mainmast. The wind tugs at her flaxen hair as she resolves to find Jack at all costs; to tell him about the baby. Although she isn’t willing to call her marriage a mistake, she has matured enough to realize that she shouldn’t have let Jack go. Humanum est errare, and so she will set things right between them. Gentle as a dove and wise as a serpent, she will persuade him to give her another chance.
I told you to be patient I told you to be fine I told you to be balanced I told you to be kind In the morning I’ll be with you But it will be a different kind.
(Source: agaes)
Whipped this up really quick. I’m using a new photo editing software and really liked how this turned out. Hope you’re happy with it, anon!
