por que

[rispacooper]

So who has been pimping me?

::much confuzzlement::

omgtotaletiennecrushrightnow

and for some reason, i suddenly, overwhelmingly, completely need etienne to encounter james norrington.


don't ask me why

the thoughts arouses amuses

Comments

[kenazfiction.livejournal.com]

yes. yes you do. You must then write it in excrutiating detail and share it with the class. Immediately.

[rispacooper.livejournal.com]

you know, of all the crack i've written so far, that would by far be the crackiest.

and i'm not saying i will mind you. but if this should ever occur, even as a joke, would you prefer younger and seemingly sillier etienne or older and secretly badass etienne?

[kenazfiction.livejournal.com]

Definitely the older, secretly badass etienne. I think poor, uptight james would be a bit flustered by the younger, foppier etienne.

ohpleaseohpleaseohplease write this!

is it becket or beckett?? cutler though, right?

[rispacooper.livejournal.com]

The eyes had tricked him, sending him places best forgotten, and Norrington ran one fingertip up along the delicate golden filigree William Turner had laid into his sword, the only bit of shine a redeemed privateer could claim. If he were to touch his fingers to his lips now, there would be the tang of the gold, salt on his tongue—just his own skin—and even the knowledge was enough to leave him in pain.

If he waited, the sharp cravings would fade, and he focused his mind on the swirls of Turner’s work, so deceptively simple in appearance. When studied closely his sword was more than a match to the decorative piece that the ambassador wore.