Just... breathtaking. The imagery is just amazing. The blanket, formed by the woman's hands, the sand crusted Elizabeth being plunged into the sea and cleansed by Jack.
So much I loved, so little space to write it. Almost poetry rather than prose.
*gathers up all these words and wanders out into the moist woods, searching for a glimmering pool of rainwater set into a small, sunlit clearing like a drawn bath, pours out the armful of prose and follows, sliding beneath the surface, wanting to be washed clean with your poetry*
Thank you for this. Your voice is stronger than ever, dearheart. And this is amazing beyond its scope. I'm awed. And you're ready.
Of course I've come back and read and re-read. You do realize...that this...piece actually DOES include the smallish epilogue which ran after the credits - your subconscious has revealed it with the "cradle" references....
I am so very glad that you enjoyed this bit of writing. If I manage the novel, it will be largely your words and encouragement that have prompted the undertaking.
Yes, yes and yes. Extremely evocative of an inner psyche, for of course the burning question in my mind is: what happens to Elizabeth after she bids farewell to her husband ... what of those ten long years ahead of her? And there is such an ache in the heart that her vitality might go unmatched in romantic passion. For she is both romantic and passionate. You capture both the shock of this and the glimmer of reawakening beautifully.
... the kiss is no excuse at all for the killing, only an ill-fed candle shining out toward the dark heart of why a woman would send a man to the night-cradle of his soul and bring him back again to the hot light.
Squee! I am so glad you enjoyed it! I really grew to love Elizabeth's character in the 2nd and 3rd films, and it just doesn't seem right that she wait alone and land-locked for 10 year intervals until she dies.
Holy cats, this is amazing writing, a completely different direction for Elizabeth, and yet so true to character. She does nothing by halves, does she? Saving to memories, will rec, will archive at Black Pearl Tales, too, if you are amenable. Let me know.
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So much I loved, so little space to write it. Almost poetry rather than prose.
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Thank you!!!!
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Thank you for this. Your voice is stronger than ever, dearheart. And this is amazing beyond its scope. I'm awed. And you're ready.
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Hmm.
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I am so very glad that you enjoyed this bit of writing. If I manage the novel, it will be largely your words and encouragement that have prompted the undertaking.
I think writing this is doing good things for me.
I adore you.
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That was wonderful, is there more? Will there be more? Please write more!
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Thank you so much! I'm so glad you enjoyed reading it!
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... the kiss is no excuse at all for the killing, only an ill-fed candle shining out toward the dark heart of why a woman would send a man to the night-cradle of his soul and bring him back again to the hot light.
Oh yes!
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Thank you, you lovely sweet friend!
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I don't think elizabeth is capable of doing anything by halves, no...what a great character to write!
I am thrilled and honored to be rec'd, etc, and thank you, thank you.
:)
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