One Year Down
Jun. 29th, 2009 09:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
were_lemurThis fic is rated: PG
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Characters/Pairing: Will/Elizabeth
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comment_fic's prompt: POTC, Will/Elizabeth, One year down.
Spoilers: for At World's End
Word Count: 100
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
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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!
One year down, nine to go. Nine more years of ferrying souls of the dead.
He's received word from Elizabeth of her son -- their son -- but despite her paragraphs of description, he can't picture the boy. Can't imagine the weight of him in his arms, the scent of him, or the feel of his skin.
There are times when he can barely remember Elizabeth's face. How she felt in his arms.
Except in dreams, when she's as clear, as present, to him as she ever was.
But then he wakes, and remembers: one year down, nine to go.
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Characters/Pairing: Will/Elizabeth
For
comment_fic's prompt: POTC, Will/Elizabeth, One year down. Spoilers: for At World's End
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, potc_fic, potc100, potc_canon_fic, turningpirate, willabeth_unionMy 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!
One year down, nine to go. Nine more years of ferrying souls of the dead.
He's received word from Elizabeth of her son -- their son -- but despite her paragraphs of description, he can't picture the boy. Can't imagine the weight of him in his arms, the scent of him, or the feel of his skin.
There are times when he can barely remember Elizabeth's face. How she felt in his arms.
Except in dreams, when she's as clear, as present, to him as she ever was.
But then he wakes, and remembers: one year down, nine to go.
