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Tell me about a story I haven't written and I'll write you one sentence from it.
Perhaps more.
(Why? Cuz I'm being responsible today and editing and I need some funs. Also, it's hot as a muthafukah and I'm in Nor Cal and it's not supposed to get this hot here *whine*).
Perhaps more.
(Why? Cuz I'm being responsible today and editing and I need some funs. Also, it's hot as a muthafukah and I'm in Nor Cal and it's not supposed to get this hot here *whine*).
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Take it away!
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"Let's see, Admiral..." Beckett paused and cocked his head to one side in an attitude that was meant to thoughtful. James glanced up at him and felt hsi gaze trapped by the knowledge the man's eyes, too much bloody knowledge of what James was, what he had been, what he wished he had never done.
"Should I still call you Admiral?" Beeckett inquired, oil and resin, black as his motives. James clenched his jaw but could not look away. "Commodore perhaps, though I don't see a ship under your command."
The words struck where they should not have and James jerked his head up despite himself. Beckett's eyes still spoke of cruel memories, of who James had last spoken such words to, and where, precisely, that had lead him.
Sometimes James thought he would never fall asleep again without first thinking of Jack's arms around him, no matter how he knew Jack had never once thought the same.
"Mister then?" Beckett's thin lips curled upward and he turned momentarily to face the water, staring through the glass at the ocean that the Trading Company had claimed for its own. "Mister Norrington..."
"Please." James closes his eyes at the word, controlling his quavering body. When he opens his eyes again, Cutler Beckett is standing cool at his side, too close for James' starving skin.
"What might you do then, Mister Norrington, to earn back your rank?" Beckett muses against James' ear, and the hand running down James' side already knows the answer.
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And OH GOD that is hot. When I first saw 2, I had wrote this post where I wanted to be Beckett's tea girl and I accidentally (on purpose) bring him Ceylon when he wanted Darjeeling and he gets VERY CROSS with me. Johnny who? Norrington and Beckett are where it's at.
We have had desert weather lately---hot, dry days and cool nights with WILDFIRES. It's not monsoon season yet, but when that happens, hell, it's BRUTALLY hot and then it rains and steam rises from the roads. And then it gets hot again--but with 99% humidity and it makes 100 feel like a lobster pot.
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Norrington is just the hottest thing ever. Jack totally broke his heart and made him more bitter and sad and lonely and Will had *totally* better bring him back from the dead, because, honestly...he must be alive to angst.
I made Norry have secks with an OC of mine once. Kind of on a dare. He is perpetually heartbroken. (Ten bucks says Psych does the same with Lassiter once their ratings go down).
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I remember when I first saw PotC the first, I saw Jack and started squealing. I thought Elizabeth was crazy for not choosing DEAD SEXY WITH AUTHORITY over Will and Jack. I guess in this scenario Norrington DOES equal Lassiter.
MW is in talks to have a guest role on House that may lead to a spinoff. I was greeted with that first thing this morning on Oh No They Didn't.
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That's so hot.
You know, I just realized he was the guy playing Olivia's possible-rapist brother on Law&Order:SVU
I'd make icons for him if I still had my photoshop
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And maybe one that incorporates that moment he let it slip that he may be a little gay.
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Made me laugh so hard the first time I watched that episode. heheheh
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(He gets drunk and cuddles James, all sad and lonely).
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There was very little directness in the actions and words of Etienne Saint-Cyr. James did not think he had learned much about the French in his months as a captive, but the curious indirectness about all matters save the carnal seemed to be the custom of all of them. They acted as though the speaking the truth of their desires would bring them harm.
It was no use questioning the strange habit, he had learned that too, out following Saint-Cyr on another night of almost feverish debauchery, his curiosity had only earned him a gentle pat on his cheek.
“Enfant précieux.” Etienne had leaned against him to whisper, his breath ripe with wine, his eyes growing dark and his lips flattening before he had turned away.
and...Silence answered that, and James finally took his gaze from the impatient teams of horses to look at Etienne, who was looking back at him.
“And do you think thieves have honour, James?” He used his first name deliberately James was sure, testing him or perhaps simply because he could. James had only dared to address him as Etienne when the other man had been far into his cups. Drunk, the laughter fell easily from Etienne’s lips, his ever-posing body would suddenly collapse into lazy greed, his hands curling into James’ side as James held him steady, his skin warm from a good fucking.
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Mon dieu, I love these boys.
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*sigh*
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Oh yes, please write THIS.
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Did you watch Eastern Promises yet? I don't think it'd be as creepy as that scene where the Russian mobster's son forces the guy to have sex with the whore and then watches, but it would definitly be equally gay.