Feast

[dwgm]

Wrote this for 15minuteficlets...

Feast

Elizabeth held her head high as she was escorted down the passageway to the Great Cabin, where Barbossa was waiting. The dress she’d been given was unlike any she’d ever worn. It was cut in a style that an older woman would wear, and perhaps not a lady. It was designed for seduction, the bodice cut low, the fabric heavy and sensual. It hugged like a lover’s embrace where the dress was closely fitted, slid and swirled like waves where it was not. The color of it, that deep, deep red, spoke of a challenge, an invitation. A feast for the senses of wearer and admirer. She could not help wondering where her captor had acquired it, speculations that were edged with dread, and it made her vastly uncomfortable to think that she was to dine with him, alone, dressed in such a garment.

As they approached the door, she stiffened her resolve. The door was opened for her, and she walked in, to a blaze of candles and a table laden with such a decadent display of food that for a moment she could only gape.

“Ah, Miss Turner,” said her host, emerging eerily from the shadows beyond the table. “Welcome to the feast.”


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Comments

[geekmama.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the quick feedback. I don't really write very fast, so this was good practice. I'm glad you thought it captured the mood of the scene.

Your Barbossa icon is great! I need one of him.

[honorat.livejournal.com]

Oh very nice. So chilling. Certainly that was not the colour a maid would wear. One of the things I like about Elizabeth is that she endures such menacing experiences with her head up. This captures her fears and her determination perfectly. The whole picture of that dress is so sensuous and entirely disturbing. No wonder she is shaken at wearing it and at its implications. Excellent writing. *Wild Applause*

[geekmama.livejournal.com]

Thanks! It's kind of interesting, trying to write something so fast -- I'm pretty slow, as a rule.

I'm really, really looking forward to more "Crossing the Bar" fic, btw! *nudge nudge*

[hereswith.livejournal.com]

Oh, creepy! The description of the dress really serves to emphasise the underlying menace of the situation, and Barbossa's intentions. Great work, my dear, and you wrote it in only 15 minutes? Perhaps I should try that some time, just for the practice, being such a dreadfully slow writer...

[geekmama.livejournal.com]

trinityday told me about 15minuteficlets, and, like you, I thought it would be good practice. Sometimes I think too much; there needs to be less thinking and more writing. ;)

I'm so happy you liked this. That feast of Barbossa's was the first thing that popped into my head, and Elizabeth was certainly a feast for the eyes in that dress he gave her.