Drabble: 'A La Mode' (J/E)
Jul. 10th, 2008 03:01 am200 unbetaed words for the 'Patch' drabble challenge at
blackpearlsails...
~ A La Mode ~
"So what did he give you?"
Elizabeth started and turned to find Jack emerging from a shadow. He looked down his nose at her and Elizabeth lifted her chin. "Were you watching us?" she demanded.
"Maybe." He nodded at Capitaine Chevalle's gift. "Not so Penniless after all, eh? Bloody encroaching fop."
"You're jealous!"
"Am not! But I must say, it's the outside of enough, you accepting gifts of the old lecher. Jewelry?"
"Patches." Elizabeth displayed the ornate little box on the palm of her hand, eyes laughing.
"Patches!" Jack made a face as he picked it up. "Outdated, and an insult. You ain't pox-marked."
"No, thank God. I'm afraid I may have said something that made him think I admired that star-shaped one he wore at Christmas."
"Silly arse."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Him, not you." Jack opened the box. "Though this one's singularly appropriate." He delicately selected a small black heart and, eyes glinting, considered her pout. "Placed so—" He set the patch, just beside her lips. "—it's called The Kissing." And he did.
The pout vanished, and one brow rose. "How did you acquire that piece of information?"
"Captain Jack Sparrow, love. How should I not?"
~.~
~ A La Mode ~
"So what did he give you?"
Elizabeth started and turned to find Jack emerging from a shadow. He looked down his nose at her and Elizabeth lifted her chin. "Were you watching us?" she demanded.
"Maybe." He nodded at Capitaine Chevalle's gift. "Not so Penniless after all, eh? Bloody encroaching fop."
"You're jealous!"
"Am not! But I must say, it's the outside of enough, you accepting gifts of the old lecher. Jewelry?"
"Patches." Elizabeth displayed the ornate little box on the palm of her hand, eyes laughing.
"Patches!" Jack made a face as he picked it up. "Outdated, and an insult. You ain't pox-marked."
"No, thank God. I'm afraid I may have said something that made him think I admired that star-shaped one he wore at Christmas."
"Silly arse."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Him, not you." Jack opened the box. "Though this one's singularly appropriate." He delicately selected a small black heart and, eyes glinting, considered her pout. "Placed so—" He set the patch, just beside her lips. "—it's called The Kissing." And he did.
The pout vanished, and one brow rose. "How did you acquire that piece of information?"
"Captain Jack Sparrow, love. How should I not?"
~.~
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Date: 2008-07-11 03:18 am (UTC)