Drabble x 4.25: Window To The Past
Written by: mamazano and danglingdingle
Title: Window To The Past
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Jack/Will
Disclaimer: Disney owns them, we just like playing with them.
Words: 425
Prompt: Reminiscence
A/N: Jack and Will celebrate a special anniversary.
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The first thing Will noticed when he entered the flat was the sweet smell of cigar smoke. Following the scent he made his way to the balcony overlooking the street, one rarely used in this cold, rainy clime. But tonight was warm and clear, with just a hint of summer in the air.
Upon finding Jack with a glass of rum and coke, a slim cigar held between his fingers, Will could but grin at the sight; It had all been perfectly displayed, from the white linen shirt, right to the hat dangling on Jack's head, lowered to cover one eye. On the table was another glass, a cigar and a pack of matches, right next to another hat.
The grin soon melt into a recognizing, soft smile, as the memories of Havana were delivered with great detail.
"If I remember correctly, I owe you a dance," Jack said as he reached over and placed the needle on the scratched phonograph tucked in the corner. The pulsing sound of rumba filled the night air, echoes from the past, their past, adding the final touch to the night.
"Later, birdie," Will sat next to Jack, seeking his hand into his own, caressing Jack's palm with his thumb. "Later, we'll dance the night away," he continued, the sense of forlorn alarming Jack instantly. "But before we do, we have glasses to raise."
Will planted his hat on his head, tilting it just so, and grabbing his glass. "To Mercedes," he pronounced solemnly.
"To Flavio," Jack replied with equal respect.
"To Miguel," Will's eyes reflected Jack's sorrowful smile.
Raising his glass higher, Jack squeezed Will's hand as if to find the strength to utter the words broiling in his chest; "To times that will never be the same."
They drank in silence, a silence born from too much violence, too much death, too many memories. Could they have made a difference? Unwitting and unwilling witnesses to a revolution, the two immortals watched a world they knew and loved torn asunder. And yet, from the ashes rose a new world, as always, and life continued. Those left rebuilt, and vowed to remember.
And so too they remembered, every year on the anniversary of their first dance in Havana.
"Now then, mí pichon," Jack rose from his seat, pulling Will up with him. "Shall we?"
And like a lifetime ago, they swayed together, their lips a breath away, as their song filled their hearts once more:
Dos gardenias para ti
Con ellas quiero decir:
Te quiero, te adoro, mi vida...*
****
*Two Gardenias for you
With them I'd like to say
I want you, I love you, my life...
Title: Window To The Past
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Jack/Will
Disclaimer: Disney owns them, we just like playing with them.
Words: 425
Prompt: Reminiscence
A/N: Jack and Will celebrate a special anniversary.
****
The first thing Will noticed when he entered the flat was the sweet smell of cigar smoke. Following the scent he made his way to the balcony overlooking the street, one rarely used in this cold, rainy clime. But tonight was warm and clear, with just a hint of summer in the air.
Upon finding Jack with a glass of rum and coke, a slim cigar held between his fingers, Will could but grin at the sight; It had all been perfectly displayed, from the white linen shirt, right to the hat dangling on Jack's head, lowered to cover one eye. On the table was another glass, a cigar and a pack of matches, right next to another hat.
The grin soon melt into a recognizing, soft smile, as the memories of Havana were delivered with great detail.
"If I remember correctly, I owe you a dance," Jack said as he reached over and placed the needle on the scratched phonograph tucked in the corner. The pulsing sound of rumba filled the night air, echoes from the past, their past, adding the final touch to the night.
"Later, birdie," Will sat next to Jack, seeking his hand into his own, caressing Jack's palm with his thumb. "Later, we'll dance the night away," he continued, the sense of forlorn alarming Jack instantly. "But before we do, we have glasses to raise."
Will planted his hat on his head, tilting it just so, and grabbing his glass. "To Mercedes," he pronounced solemnly.
"To Flavio," Jack replied with equal respect.
"To Miguel," Will's eyes reflected Jack's sorrowful smile.
Raising his glass higher, Jack squeezed Will's hand as if to find the strength to utter the words broiling in his chest; "To times that will never be the same."
They drank in silence, a silence born from too much violence, too much death, too many memories. Could they have made a difference? Unwitting and unwilling witnesses to a revolution, the two immortals watched a world they knew and loved torn asunder. And yet, from the ashes rose a new world, as always, and life continued. Those left rebuilt, and vowed to remember.
And so too they remembered, every year on the anniversary of their first dance in Havana.
"Now then, mí pichon," Jack rose from his seat, pulling Will up with him. "Shall we?"
And like a lifetime ago, they swayed together, their lips a breath away, as their song filled their hearts once more:
Dos gardenias para ti
Con ellas quiero decir:
Te quiero, te adoro, mi vida...*
****
*Two Gardenias for you
With them I'd like to say
I want you, I love you, my life...