Drabble (Branding Iron -- PotC)
Haaa! As mentioned last night (this morning?) the other PotC 2 drabble.
Title: Branding Iron (...sucky title. Deal.)
Author: freaky_zero (I'm beginning to wonder if this is even necessary. I mean. I post it in my journal, obviously I wrote it, right?)
Pairing: None or Beckett/Sparrow (If you're into things like that. Which I totally am.)
Rating: PG? I don't know. I really have no concept of ratings. I wasn't repressed in my movie veiwing like the rest of you were as children.
Word Count: 163
Disclaimer: Once upon a time, I don't own PotC, the end.
Summary: Read the title.
NOTE: PotC: Dead Man's Chest SPOILERS.
“Pirate,” Beckett’s voice hisses out heavy and low in the quiet of the room.
Jack watches, tongue thick and, for once, still in his mouth as Beckett pulls an iron from the fire.
“Pirate,” he whispers again as he pushes the brand into Jack’s skin, his tone harmonizing almost perfectly with the sizzle of burning flesh.
Grunting softly, Jack grinds his teeth, determined not to scream as he is held immobile by pain and the nauseating stench of his own burning flesh.
After an eternity, it seems, the searing implement is pulled away from him, and he gives a soft gasp before straightening. Blood wells to the ready, but does not spill; the wound is cauterized, after all. For a few seconds Jack does nothing but scrutinize the new adulteration adorning his flesh.
When he is content with his examination he meets Beckett’s eyes, grinning a wicked grin that does not suit the situation.
“Aye,” the pirate says, lifting his chin arrogantly. “Aye.”
Hmm, I'm not sure if the last line should be 'says' or 'said'. I suppose it's not too important. I mean. I posted it. So that's something in itself, right?
Besides, few of you read these (or at least, few of you comment) so I'm much more concerned with the fact that I'm suddenly craving homemade pizza. /whining
That said, I think I'm going to go find some icons or something. I've got sooooo many FMA ones XD and I do believe I'd like a little variety. More Pirates, icons. And a couple of Gundam Wing ones...since there is one I need to remake on account of my computer eating it.
Then perhaps I'll go to the store and pick up some peperroni, cheese, and tortillas (because I suck at pizza crusts, ok?). Maybe not, though. The ramen is so much less of a hassle to make...
Title: Branding Iron (...sucky title. Deal.)
Author: freaky_zero (I'm beginning to wonder if this is even necessary. I mean. I post it in my journal, obviously I wrote it, right?)
Pairing: None or Beckett/Sparrow (If you're into things like that. Which I totally am.)
Rating: PG? I don't know. I really have no concept of ratings. I wasn't repressed in my movie veiwing like the rest of you were as children.
Word Count: 163
Disclaimer: Once upon a time, I don't own PotC, the end.
Summary: Read the title.
NOTE: PotC: Dead Man's Chest SPOILERS.
“Pirate,” Beckett’s voice hisses out heavy and low in the quiet of the room.
Jack watches, tongue thick and, for once, still in his mouth as Beckett pulls an iron from the fire.
“Pirate,” he whispers again as he pushes the brand into Jack’s skin, his tone harmonizing almost perfectly with the sizzle of burning flesh.
Grunting softly, Jack grinds his teeth, determined not to scream as he is held immobile by pain and the nauseating stench of his own burning flesh.
After an eternity, it seems, the searing implement is pulled away from him, and he gives a soft gasp before straightening. Blood wells to the ready, but does not spill; the wound is cauterized, after all. For a few seconds Jack does nothing but scrutinize the new adulteration adorning his flesh.
When he is content with his examination he meets Beckett’s eyes, grinning a wicked grin that does not suit the situation.
“Aye,” the pirate says, lifting his chin arrogantly. “Aye.”
Hmm, I'm not sure if the last line should be 'says' or 'said'. I suppose it's not too important. I mean. I posted it. So that's something in itself, right?
Besides, few of you read these (or at least, few of you comment) so I'm much more concerned with the fact that I'm suddenly craving homemade pizza. /whining
That said, I think I'm going to go find some icons or something. I've got sooooo many FMA ones XD and I do believe I'd like a little variety. More Pirates, icons. And a couple of Gundam Wing ones...since there is one I need to remake on account of my computer eating it.
Then perhaps I'll go to the store and pick up some peperroni, cheese, and tortillas (because I suck at pizza crusts, ok?). Maybe not, though. The ramen is so much less of a hassle to make...