Diversion
Title: Diversion
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Disney's. I don't own it. No infringement is intended and no profit is made.
Summary: One of those vague post-AWE snippets.
Author's note: Posting a lot lately, or a lot for being me, at least. This is a little thing for my dear geekmama, who knows why.
Diversion
by Hereswith
Any other time, she would have smiled at his restless anger and the way his jaw always sets, mulish, in moments like these, nursing the cuts he’s received in dispute with Teague. Any other time, but not this one.
“At least,” she points out, “your father is still alive.”
“Not bloody likely to give up the ghost anytime soon either,” he mutters, but his gaze snaps to her, his brows knitting. “Unlike the good governor, eh?”
She hesitates to answer, then sighs. “I don’t even know the exact day it happened. When he died. But I was-”
“Remembering,” he fills in, and perhaps he does, as well. We’re not back yet, he had told her, in so grave a voice, with so grave a look, and only then had she realised, her hopes shot down, and her heart, like an arrow had pierced it. But now he leaps into motion, stating, “That settles it.”
“Settles what?” He ushers her up and out of her seat, and she stumbles a few steps forward in surprise before she has the wits to catch hold of him, his waving arm stilled by her hand on the cuff of his coat. “Jack?”
He’s very close, and it doesn’t unnerve her, it has almost become familiar, this, them, though she isn’t certain if she should find that reassuring or be concerned. “Diversion,” he replies. “The Pearl’s ready to sail, and we’d both need it. Wouldn’t you agree, love?”
There’s sea-glitter in his eyes, a grin waiting for her at the corner of his mouth, and she should not entertain the notion, but she can already feel the wind and the sun in her face, easing the memories. “Yes,” she says, “I agree.”
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Disney's. I don't own it. No infringement is intended and no profit is made.
Summary: One of those vague post-AWE snippets.
Author's note: Posting a lot lately, or a lot for being me, at least. This is a little thing for my dear geekmama, who knows why.
Diversion
by Hereswith
Any other time, she would have smiled at his restless anger and the way his jaw always sets, mulish, in moments like these, nursing the cuts he’s received in dispute with Teague. Any other time, but not this one.
“At least,” she points out, “your father is still alive.”
“Not bloody likely to give up the ghost anytime soon either,” he mutters, but his gaze snaps to her, his brows knitting. “Unlike the good governor, eh?”
She hesitates to answer, then sighs. “I don’t even know the exact day it happened. When he died. But I was-”
“Remembering,” he fills in, and perhaps he does, as well. We’re not back yet, he had told her, in so grave a voice, with so grave a look, and only then had she realised, her hopes shot down, and her heart, like an arrow had pierced it. But now he leaps into motion, stating, “That settles it.”
“Settles what?” He ushers her up and out of her seat, and she stumbles a few steps forward in surprise before she has the wits to catch hold of him, his waving arm stilled by her hand on the cuff of his coat. “Jack?”
He’s very close, and it doesn’t unnerve her, it has almost become familiar, this, them, though she isn’t certain if she should find that reassuring or be concerned. “Diversion,” he replies. “The Pearl’s ready to sail, and we’d both need it. Wouldn’t you agree, love?”
There’s sea-glitter in his eyes, a grin waiting for her at the corner of his mouth, and she should not entertain the notion, but she can already feel the wind and the sun in her face, easing the memories. “Yes,” she says, “I agree.”