Two James Norrington Drabbles
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dwgmHere are a couple of angsty!James drabbles, 150 words each, both post-CotBP (with a touch of post-AWE at the very end), for this week's and last week's drabble themes at Black Pearl Sails. Many thanks to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hereswith for editing.
~ Seed of Obsession ~
For the 'Catch' theme…
James spent the remainder of that one day in a seemingly dispassionate review of the blows he had taken, personally and professionally. The ramifications were grim. Possibly dire. He had done what he could, there on the parapet, to act the gentleman and friend, but there were many that could, and would, attest to his failure as a representative of the Crown.
His personal difficulties could be set aside. There was nothing more to do in that quarter. But Sparrow… James' lip curled, seeing the pirate's ridiculous exit over and over in his mind's eye. The man was the antithesis of everything James held dear: honor, dignity, respect for the law.
A steely determination grew in James. His accomplishments, his lifelong devotion to duty, must not be allowed to come to nothing. His professional position must be regained, beyond the shadow of a doubt.
One day was more than enough.
~ Seed of Despair ~
For the 'Exact' theme…
Having resigned his commission, James had walked up the long road to the Governor's house, to take leave of the family. Swann greeted him with concern and regret, and they conversed as though James' plan to return to England portended some sort of hope for the future.
Then, Elizabeth entered the room.
Somehow James had forgotten, whether willfully or no. But at that moment, he was struck anew, not only by her beauty (and certainly, she was more beautiful than any other woman of his acquaintance), but by her spirit. Her gravity. The way her heart shone in her eyes – yes, even before, when desperate and willfully duplicitous. Of course he'd known. And still he loved her. Still.
It was precisely at that moment that James began his slide into the depths.
"She loved you, too." Turner's own eyes, strange and solemn, speak the truth.
James nods. "But not enough."
~.~
hereswith for editing.~ Seed of Obsession ~
For the 'Catch' theme…
James spent the remainder of that one day in a seemingly dispassionate review of the blows he had taken, personally and professionally. The ramifications were grim. Possibly dire. He had done what he could, there on the parapet, to act the gentleman and friend, but there were many that could, and would, attest to his failure as a representative of the Crown.
His personal difficulties could be set aside. There was nothing more to do in that quarter. But Sparrow… James' lip curled, seeing the pirate's ridiculous exit over and over in his mind's eye. The man was the antithesis of everything James held dear: honor, dignity, respect for the law.
A steely determination grew in James. His accomplishments, his lifelong devotion to duty, must not be allowed to come to nothing. His professional position must be regained, beyond the shadow of a doubt.
One day was more than enough.
~ Seed of Despair ~
For the 'Exact' theme…
Having resigned his commission, James had walked up the long road to the Governor's house, to take leave of the family. Swann greeted him with concern and regret, and they conversed as though James' plan to return to England portended some sort of hope for the future.
Then, Elizabeth entered the room.
Somehow James had forgotten, whether willfully or no. But at that moment, he was struck anew, not only by her beauty (and certainly, she was more beautiful than any other woman of his acquaintance), but by her spirit. Her gravity. The way her heart shone in her eyes – yes, even before, when desperate and willfully duplicitous. Of course he'd known. And still he loved her. Still.
It was precisely at that moment that James began his slide into the depths.
"She loved you, too." Turner's own eyes, strange and solemn, speak the truth.
James nods. "But not enough."
~.~