tense as a bowstring [locked to calleigh]

[royal_admiral]

"Elizabeth." The word was soft and half-murmured in a dream, causing Norrington to sit up in bed and spend a few long minutes trying to clear his mind. He couldn't remember the context of the dream, just that Elizabeth had been there, swimming in his vision, and he couldn't help her. He'd been happy here, in Haurvatat, planning to propose (

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[hot_flashes]

Calleigh had 'felt' James' restlessness even in her sleep. It wasn't that he tossed and turned or even that his muscles were tense. There was just an aura that she felt, even in sleep. Almost akin to knowing when he left the bed.

Her eyes slowly opened, feeling his fingers slide through her hair. She smiled softly and turned her head to look at him. "Hey." Her voice was a little husky from sleep and her accent more pronounced than usual.

[royal_admiral]

"I didn't mean to wake you." Norrington's voice was clipped and he frowned. His frustrations were his own, not Calleigh's.

"You can go back to sleep, Love."

[hot_flashes]

Her brow furrowed as he spoke and she shook her head. "No, it's okay." Calleigh raised her hand to cup his jaw. "Everything all right?"

[royal_admiral]

"As right as they can be," Norrington said cryptically, shaking his head. "Someone arrived a few days past."

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