#wmnking

[diaferonarc]

             he’s  dead.   well,   they  all  are  really.   on  the  endless  sea  they  float,   without  wind  nor  breeze  to  caress  their  faces.   elbows  rest  upon  the  railing,   fingers  soft  as  they  run  over  the  wood  of  the  pearl.   the  pearl.   his  breath  is  deeper,   calmer  when  on  his  boat  for  she  is  freedom.   the  pearl.   she,   goddamn  it,   blast  it  all,   he  can’t  believe  he’s  back  to  that.   TO  HER.   onyx  hues  dart  toward  the  stairs,   where  she  is.   lizzie.   horrible,   black  hearted  swan.   murderer,   his  own  little  murderer.   eyes  narrow,   he  doesn’t  even  realize  he’s  turning,   staring.   beautiful  lizzie  with  her  sharp  brain,   with  her  sun  kissed  cheek   &&   those  hideous,   beautiful  lips.   this  is  disgusting.   he’s  the  captain  jack  sparrow,   he  doesn’t  die  though  many  has  tried.

              but  lizzie,   she  pushed  her  lips  against  his,   kissed  him  like  she  was  dying  of  thirst   &&   he  was  a  glass  of  water,   she  didn’t  lie  in  that  kiss  but  she  still  forced  him  to  his  death.   i’m  not  sorry.   &&   his  feet  have  moved  before  he’s  even  had  time  to  think  about  it,   walking  to  her,   feet  following  his  stare.   but  his  gaze  finds  tear  tracks  upon  her  cheeks,   weatherby  is  dead.   jack  is  not  heartless,   he  knew  what  bond  existed  between  father   &&   daughter.      he’s  sorry  to  say  he  can’t  find  cruelty  in  his  heart.   dropping  next  to  her,   ringed  fingers  produce  a  bottle  of  rhum  under  her  nose,      ❛  should  drown  yer  sorrow,  me  own  murderess.  ❜      &&   dark  hues  don’t  leave  her  face,   sweet,   sweet  lizzie,   with  her  mouth  that  kills   &&   her  smile  that  guide.

@wmnking​  /  plotted  starter.

[roseguidedarc]

          𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐊 , 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐎𝐂𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃  earlier in the morning.    everything seemed to be in order , the tenant having paid their dues in higher numbers than the last year━that was good , bly manor was thriving as it should && viola felt a swell of pride inside her chest.   (  she’d made such a thing possible with her marriage to arthur.  it’d kept bly in her hands , && her sisters , while aiding in financial stability.  what could be the downside to that?   outside of her lack of . . affections for arthur , true affections anyways but for the sake of her estate she was willing to look past.   )       ;        sighs passes her lips as eyes glance out of the office && into the hallway as she catches sight of elizabeth , instant   /    gentle smile spreading across pink tinted lips.  accountant book is shit carefully , a slip of paper with wages on it placed where she was last ,  before it’s place in drawer && locked.   standing , viola approaches the other woman with the same gentle expression :    ❝  might you take a walk with me , elizabeth?  ❞    asked the lady of bly manor ,  breath taken into her lungs.    ❝  i’d like to discuss dear isabelle’s progress , if you’d feel comfortable speaking on it.  ❞    body turns toward open doors , footmen walking in && out carrying various things ,  && as she passes hand gently grasps hold of elizabeth’s , squeeze given before she lets go to walk forward.   / @wmnking​    wanted a viola starter !

[cptsprrw-a]

                      ❝  this is the only way , don’t you see ? ❞

@wmnking 

[galaxyspun]

❛   elizabeth  —  don’t.  ❜    it’s  a  breathless  sigh,   as  he   drops  the  sword  before  approaching  her.    he  wishes   that   he  didn’t   see  it,   that   she   didn’t  see  that.   her  own  father  ...   here   ...   it   only   means  one  thing.  without  thinking,  he’s   already   approaching  her,   going   to   try    and    stop   her   from  letting   her  grief   carry  her  away.   it   hurts.   will   stops  right  beside  her,   looking  down   on   the   boats.     ❛  there’s   nothing  you  can  do  now.   ❜   he  wants  to  reach  her,  he  wants   to  say  the  right  thing,  but  he  just   stops.   looks  at   her  face.   trying  to  read  her  expression.     this  is  her   father.   this   is   ,   this  is  unimaginable.    ❛   we  must  —  we  must  keep  going. ❜  

@wmnking​

[chrmatiica-moved]

@wmnking​  /  STARTER  CALL  :  ACCEPTING

     “      ARE  YOU  SURE  ABOUT  THIS?      ”      he  knew  the  answer  but  he  figured  it  was  best  to  ask,  especially  as  he  removed  two  swords  from  their  holds.      will  understood  why  elizabeth  would  want  to  learn  to  handle  a  sword,  especially  after  their  run  in  with  the  crew  of  the  black  pearl.      her  father  would  be      FURIOUS      if  he  knew  that  will  was  going  to  teach  his  daughter  how  to  handle  a  sword,  even  if  she  never  had  to  use  those  skills,  will  would  definitely  feel  better  that  she  could  protect  herself.      not  that  she  hadn’t  been  able  to  handle  herself,  but  learning  to  fight  with  a  sword  was  just  something  that  he  felt  she  should  know.      he  may  not  be  able  to  come  after  her  next  time,  they  didn’t  know  what  might  happen  in  the  future.      holding  a  sword  out  to  her,  a  smile  pulling  at  his  lips,      “      i  wouldn’t  think  any  less  of  you  if  you  decided  you  didn’t  want  to  do  this,      ”      teasing  tone  obvious  in  his  voice,  this  was  going  to  be  interesting  and  he  knew  she  wouldn’t  give  up  on  this.

[sprrcw-a]

“What are you smiling for?”

          ❝ should there be a reason why i shouldn’t ? ❞  the pirate inquired with a lift of his scarred brow and puckered lips .   ❝ i’m a happy sailor . a free man an’ apparently a good man . yer  company is quite enjoyable . is that not worth smilin’ for , luv ? ❞

@wmnking​

[sprrcw-a]

“I’d like for you to leave now.”                                      

❝ lizzie . ❞ it was a nickname he had attributed her . elizabeth sounded to formal and their bond had grown beyond that . he wanted to protest her demand as he remained the captain of the ship and he could pull rank anytime he wanted ... but that would be a cruel jest upon a wounded  heart . jack couldn’t remember what it felt like to mourn the passing of a loved one . his mother had passed many countless of years ago and he had been too young to understand its proper meaning of loss . he very well remembered the state it left his father——captain teague .

          ❝  if you need me , i shall be in me cabin . i’ll be savin’ ye some rum if ye want . ❞

@wmnking​

[sprrcw-a]

‘against the wall’// Send “Against the wall” to pin my muse against a wall or any other solid object seductively

there was something alluring in the way she had him pinned down with a single gaze. it was filled with unquenched fire , with determination and ambition .

and jack , he could only stare breathlessly as she manoeuvered with unspoken words .

they had danced around each other . soft breath so close , the warmth brushing against skin . yet as close as they stood , the farthest they’ve ever been ... until that day she had him against the mast , leading and pushing , hungry lips locked . 

and he was left behind . shackled , a captain never parts from their sinking ship . 

                                      SHE WAS PIRATE THEN .

now . SHE had him once more . he sat at his workplace , maps scattered the surface little a tapestry of disorder . such was the very definition of the captain of the black pearl . 

HE BURNED FOR HER but he knew his place . 

                            ❝ YOU’RE A PIRATE KING NOW . ❞

@wmnking​