Too Late (drabble, PotC. Elizabeth, Barbossa, PG)
This fic is rated: PG
Fandom: Pirates of the Carribean
Characters/Pairing: Elizabeth, Barbossa (could be mild E/B if you're inclined that way)
Summary: what was going through Elizabeth's mind after Jack saw Barbossa?
Warnings: character death (but it's only temporary)
Word Count: 100
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Cross-Posted were_lemur, pirategasm, potc100, barbossa_fics, whore_4_hector, barbossabeth, eswann, potc_elizabeth
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Disclaimer: PotC belongs to Disney. Characters will be played with nicely and returned to them in good condition when I'm done. No infringement is intended, please don't sue me!
"I feel ... cold."
Shock, puzzlement and something else mingled in Barbossa's surprisingly soft voice. For a moment, in the dim light, Elizabeth imagined that the scar on his cheek was the track of a single tear.
He fell back.
She took a step toward the dying man, compassion overcoming her fear and anger. She wanted to let him feel, for just a moment, the touch of her hand. To hold an apple to his lips so he could get at least one taste ...
But as the apple tumbled from his fingers, she knew that she was too late.
Fandom: Pirates of the Carribean
Characters/Pairing: Elizabeth, Barbossa (could be mild E/B if you're inclined that way)
Summary: what was going through Elizabeth's mind after Jack saw Barbossa?
Warnings: character death (but it's only temporary)
Word Count: 100
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Cross-Posted were_lemur, pirategasm, potc100, barbossa_fics, whore_4_hector, barbossabeth, eswann, potc_elizabeth
My FanFic Masterlist
Disclaimer: PotC belongs to Disney. Characters will be played with nicely and returned to them in good condition when I'm done. No infringement is intended, please don't sue me!
"I feel ... cold."
Shock, puzzlement and something else mingled in Barbossa's surprisingly soft voice. For a moment, in the dim light, Elizabeth imagined that the scar on his cheek was the track of a single tear.
He fell back.
She took a step toward the dying man, compassion overcoming her fear and anger. She wanted to let him feel, for just a moment, the touch of her hand. To hold an apple to his lips so he could get at least one taste ...
But as the apple tumbled from his fingers, she knew that she was too late.