Pirates of the Caribbean-ficlet
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scripsiTitle: Shadows
Pairing: Barbossa/Elizabeth- sort of.
Rating: PG-13
Category: Ficlet- A few of Barbossa's thoughts.
A/N: Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
japanpeterpan for beta.
Written fornausbionna
Some things occurred on The Black Pearl when Elizabeth was prisoner there, that she never knew about. She never knew that when she had fallen into an exhausted sleep, made deeper from wine and fear, Barbossa entered her cabin. He walked silently- neither man nor ghost, he could choose how much his presence could be felt, and now he wanted to be unseen. Staying in the shadows so the moonshine couldn't strip him of flesh, he peered at the sleeping girl.
She looked delicate and refined, he could see no likeness to her father. Perhaps her mulishness, though- she was certainly a stubborn child. A pretty girl, but wilful. Oh well, he'd teach her manners eventually. Soon her blood would free them all, and he would be able to feel again. Not shadows of
pleasures, but real ones. Apples... The memory of the taste lingered in his mouth and he licked his bloodless lips.
And then, the girl. To be able to really feel her soft skin, to smell her, taste her. Perhaps he wouldn't even have resort to force. Now she believed herself doomed- surely the realisation that her life had been spared would warm her to him. He fancied that she would be like a cat in heat, screaming and trying to scratch him. She was surely not the kind to just lie there. No, she was the kind of woman a man could enjoy many times.
The shadow of lust flitted through him and for a moment he hesitated. He could take her now, but it would end in disappointment, just as it always did. Better to wait- waiting had some merits, though he was heartily tired of it by now. Still, just a night and a day, that long he could wait. And then the reward would be so much greater.
He left the cabin as silently as he had come. Some things Elizabeth never learned about Barbossa- and that was probably for the best.
Pairing: Barbossa/Elizabeth- sort of.
Rating: PG-13
Category: Ficlet- A few of Barbossa's thoughts.
A/N: Thanks to
japanpeterpan for beta.Written for
nausbionnaSome things occurred on The Black Pearl when Elizabeth was prisoner there, that she never knew about. She never knew that when she had fallen into an exhausted sleep, made deeper from wine and fear, Barbossa entered her cabin. He walked silently- neither man nor ghost, he could choose how much his presence could be felt, and now he wanted to be unseen. Staying in the shadows so the moonshine couldn't strip him of flesh, he peered at the sleeping girl.
She looked delicate and refined, he could see no likeness to her father. Perhaps her mulishness, though- she was certainly a stubborn child. A pretty girl, but wilful. Oh well, he'd teach her manners eventually. Soon her blood would free them all, and he would be able to feel again. Not shadows of
pleasures, but real ones. Apples... The memory of the taste lingered in his mouth and he licked his bloodless lips.
And then, the girl. To be able to really feel her soft skin, to smell her, taste her. Perhaps he wouldn't even have resort to force. Now she believed herself doomed- surely the realisation that her life had been spared would warm her to him. He fancied that she would be like a cat in heat, screaming and trying to scratch him. She was surely not the kind to just lie there. No, she was the kind of woman a man could enjoy many times.
The shadow of lust flitted through him and for a moment he hesitated. He could take her now, but it would end in disappointment, just as it always did. Better to wait- waiting had some merits, though he was heartily tired of it by now. Still, just a night and a day, that long he could wait. And then the reward would be so much greater.
He left the cabin as silently as he had come. Some things Elizabeth never learned about Barbossa- and that was probably for the best.
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Date: 2006-03-25 05:36 pm (UTC)I love the mention of his non-human, non-ghost state. That's such a major dimension of his character. And I adore his patience.
Oh yes, she'd scratch and bite!
Beautiful.
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Date: 2006-03-25 07:18 pm (UTC)(I'm seriously envious of your WOnka-icons, btw.)
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Date: 2006-03-25 07:37 pm (UTC)(I've been having fun making the icons, now that I can screencap!)
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Date: 2006-03-25 07:40 pm (UTC)(I wish I could make screencaps.)
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Date: 2006-03-25 07:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-25 08:12 pm (UTC)Any caps you want in particular I'd be happy to make. I have the Jason Isaacs Hook "Peter Pan" too.
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Date: 2006-03-26 12:04 am (UTC)I can't think of any caps offhand, but if I do, I will let you know.
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Date: 2006-03-26 03:36 pm (UTC)This is nicely done. I love how you describe his thoughts and plans. Almost too bad that it didn't work out as planned (well, at least in the movie, heh).
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