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I don't write fanfiction, except when I do I don't know what got into me, because I'm not a writer by any means. I consume a lot of everyone else's fanfiction and I've never worked in the drabble format before, nor have I done this pairing. I haven't seen the movie in about a year, but I've been doing a lot of Norrington roleplaying lately, which means I've been working really hard to get his 'voice'. Not sure if this is it or not, but I like messing about with the way characters feel about one another. Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean. Disclaimer: Do I get to call myself a pirate? I definitely don't have Disney's permission to do this. It's all theirs, and that of the writers. Pairing: Jack Sparrow/James Norrington. Format: Strict drabble (100 words exactly). Rating: PG-13, for what's implied more than anything. He still couldn’t trust him. His smile was wicked and his skin as smooth and honey-rich as the rum he made it his habit to consume; he was filthy, without a moral compass and likely contagious. His hair and beard were unkempt, he refused to adhere to any law and he swayed like a drunken whore. Even his scars were a mark of his piracy, the livid brand making no excuses for what he was. But with the soft glow of the candlelight, and Jack’s dark eyes casting their owner’s desire upon him, James Norrington felt his inhibitions slip away. |
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