Author: Laura H
Rating: R (to be on the safe side)
Category: Drabble, Angst
Disclaimer: The Mouse owns all.
Author's note: 100 words x 2, not written for any prompt.
With sunlight, comes loathing. Surprising, that day should permit such a dark facet of the soul. But shadows shrink in noon’s glare and hatred has nowhere to hide; light picks out its edges, sharpens them, keeps them keen. Jack imagines her skin tearing on those edges and smiles.
By night, thoughts change; sleep, when it comes, is torrid and storm-tossed. Visions of her skin plague him still, but in dreams, his fingers draw lines through a sweat-glaze and he wakes, hard and breathless.
He longs for dawn, knows what cravings it will bring, thinks Hell might be his only sanctuary.
“I’m lost,” Jack tells the dark; by his side, she sleeps on. The compass sits upon the table, unwavering now, showing true north. Still he feels untethered and displaced.
I’ve drifted so far from myself. Can I find my way back? But midnight offers no answers; only the Pearl creaks her sullen reproach.
Elizabeth stirs, drowsily reaching for him, her dreams bringing need to the fore.
He falls, gasping into her hair, clutching at her waist, her thighs, trying to find an anchor.
She strokes his face in the moments after, spellbound, and he knows then that they’re lost together.