Sunsets (Calypso and Elizabeth)
tiadalmaobeahwoman:
sick-of-bloody-pirates:
Her son was the first to turn, she followed suit. Her hands laid on his shoulder’s. Calypso’s presence put her on edge, though she would never admit that aloud.
Elizabeth glared at her, “I don’t see why that is of any importance.” Her voice was harsh, one that she had not used in many years. Her brown eyes watched the goddess like a hawk, she didn’t trust her. Not anymore, not since she had abandoned them when they needed her most.
“What is it that you want?”
Calypso tilted her head to the side and licked her lips with an open grin. Elizabeth’s accusatory tone was not unexpected. She had no reason to trust her, not many mortals did. But the exception in Elizabeth’s case, was the grudge she obviously still held years after the great sea battle of which the field had been made treacherous by Calypso in her rage.
“Him ‘ave ‘is Father’s eyes” she said, gazing for a moment at the small boy who was still staring at her wide-eyed.
She shook her head slowly, turning her eyes to focus intensly on the boy’s Mother. “Y’ave no need ta fear, Elizabeth Turner. I mean no ‘arm ta you, nor ‘da boy” she spoke softly, her grin fading as her expression grew more solemn. “Ta talk wid’ ya is what I come for.”
The brown eyed woman listened to her words, pulling her son the smallest bit closer when she mentioned him. She wasn’t afraid of harm, perhaps it was just that she didn’t want him entranced with the sea like so many of his family before him. “So speak.” She said flatly, Elizabeth had nothing but unkind words for this woman. “Do you wish to speak about how you made it all more difficult for us or how it’s your curse that keeps Will at sea fr ten years?” She quirked an eyebrow once the words had left her mouth.
Her soon looked curiously at the woman, which Elizabeth noted. It was more than likely because he’d only ever heard stories of his father from her, they lived in a town where no one had ever heard of a William Turner other than himself.
College au - @Elizabeth - Coffee Paper
nopercynobaddog:
sick-of-bloody-pirates:
Elizabeth nodded with her party smile, as she liked to call it, he really was a know it all wasn’t he? He droned on and she thought that maybe her class had started early. Oh dear Lord save me already, fighting the urge to roll her eyes her mind drifted.
Daniel continued to speak about Chaucer without a care for whether Ms. Swann was listening. He was going over his lesson plan orally to make sure he did not forget something. All at once he paused that looked over at his student. “Are you listening? You’re getting a glassy look in your eyes.” he commented ,in a blunt tone.
Elizabeth blinked and looked at him “No, I’m listening. You were talking about Chaucer.” Well, that didn’t go as planned, while Elizabeth loved reading and talking about the themes and symbols of stories somehow her English professor always managed to suck the life from the stories, well for her at least.
M!A In Love (Elizabeth and James)
entwined-but-never-joined:
sick-of-bloody-pirates:
entwined-but-never-joined:
sick-of-bloody-pirates:
She laughed and shook her head, “Don’t act like a gentleman to try and make me blush.” Elizabeth realized that this side of James, one that wasn’t stuffy or too serious, would take some getting used to, in a good way though.
“Oh come now Ms Swann, would it be such a terrible thing if I were to behave as a gentleman?” he kissed the back of her hand once more with a playful smile.
She took her and back, “I never said it was a terrible thing, simply don’t use that to try and make me blush.” Elizabeth shook her head. “It won’t work.”
“Then what will work?” He asked half serious, half playful. He felt like he was floundering but would go off her next response to gauge her mood.
“I’m not telling you, I think I’m much past the age where I should be blushing because of you.” Elizabeth told him still smiling, she was twenty for god’s sake, not fifteen.
entwined-but-never-joined:
sick-of-bloody-pirates:
entwined-but-never-joined:
sick-of-bloody-pirates:
“Whatever you pick will look wonderful on you.” He smiled. “You have a wonderful figure.”
“Thank you?” She said awkwardly, Elizabeth wasn’t sure whether to be flattered by the compliment or be offended that he had noticed. It was never simple with him. Ever.
“That’s not a bad thing Elizabeth. In fact,” He had to stop himself before he prattled on about birthing hips and children. He cleared his throat and pretended as though he had not even started that sentence. “It’s a lovely day out don’t you agree?”
Elizabeth looked at him, confusion on her face, what point was he going to make? She looked back ahead when he changed subjects, “It’s too warm.” Her voice was flat, as of late the Caribbean weather was not among her list of favorite things.
He turned to her with a slight tilt of the head.He wasn’t sure why suddenly her voice was flat. Was it due to the weather? “Do you prefer London to the Caribbean?”
“Dear God, no. The weather as of late though has led to a series of rather…” What was the word she needed to describe the past few months that all started with too hot weather and too tight corsets. “Nerve racking events.”
authoritydangerheartkilljoy:
Favorite Female Characters (in no particular order): Elizabeth Swann (Pirates of the Caribbean)
It never would have worked out between us
Keep telling yourself that darling
