@constancefletcher : ❛ take me dancing tonight . ❜
❝ anywhere you’d like , we will go. ❞
how the lights in her eyes twinkle, brighter than any star he’s followed in the midst of night, when he is lost will turner does not search the skies for a star, instead the boy searches for the whites of constance’s eyes [ like jack’s compass, she leads him back each and every time. she always has. ever since that day. ] ❝ the stars are beautiful tonight miss fletcher, ❞ the observation drops from his lips like sweet honey, an excuse to edge his hand against the board closer to hers, fingers barely grazing each other. his eyes focus to the ocean, how the reflection of the moon illuminates the glow of the water, an uncharted unknown they’ve chosen to explore together, time and time again. a picturesque night perfect for her, worthy of her. the tips of his fingers trace over her knuckles, dancing across her soft skin, memorizing every inch of her. [ he is all too familiar with the scars, for each one has a story will has learned or taken part in himself. ] his hands settle, lips coming closer to her ear.
❝ of course, none as beautiful as you. tell me, do you wish to see them ? ❞
the question feels like warmth when he says it, a humming in will’s chest that feels like peace. belonging. everyone has a place in this world, even the orphaned pirate, a place beside her of course. in the quiet of the night, will barely realizes he’s moved so close to her she’s nearly against his chest, she wants to dance ! with him ! the very thought warms him up like a child, the blacksmith turned pirate turned lost boy finally has someone to welcome back home. he could paint picture after picture of her beauty he decides, as the moon light makes her even more the princess she already has. [ he plans to show her every bit of the world, to paint her the way michelangelo painted the skies. hell. he will learn to do it himself. ]
❝ you must be getting cold down here, come now, let’s see the stars from the deck. ❞ the chill in the air worries him slightly, of course he’s there to keep her warm, but to catch a cold aboard the ship is less than ideal. perhaps his concern also builds an excuse for him to take her back, to fulfill her desire to dance even if the winter air infringes on their plans. [ his hand tugging hers, leading her away from the deck, softly running his thumb across her palm. such soft skin, like an angel in his grasp. ] turning, he stops before bringing her closer, their figures in an embrace like a waltz. they are frozen in time. will turner is breathless, an insatiable need to be around her every second, holding her closer and closer. ❝ let’s dance under the stars : i've always wanted to. ❞