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Title: Mirror Images
Author:
order_of_chaos
Characters: James, Commodore Norrington.
For
elessil Happy Birthday! (Albeit, slightly late.)
Rating: PG
Summary: A conversation, slightly bitter, with himself. Written after I'd rewatched Secret Window, so - split personalities.
Mirror Images
“You missed a spot. Let me…”
“I haven't finished yet,” Norrington interrupted smoothly, re-angling the mirror and scraping away the last of the stubble. “There,” he told the voice. “Satisfied?”
“Of course.”
“No you’re not,” he said, regretfully. “We’ve done enough of lying, James. Tell me.”
“You almost killed him, you know. You wanted to.”
He laughed bitterly. “Wanted - Sparrow or Turner, do you think?” His eyes fell. “I wanted to do my duty.”
A hand forced his chin up to meet his own eyes - green frost and fury barely restrained. “And what is that, Commodore? Thou shalt not kill?”
“A bit too late in the day to be worrying about that, I should say. But Sparrow did not deserve to hang.” His eyes were still green, but there was a deep serenity behind the bitterness. Or woven through it - James couldn't tell. “Hardly a fair fight.”
An eyebrow rose, sardonically. “You have hung better, for less offence. The navy being what it is.”
“True. Though none so alive as he. And yet,” he added wryly, “and yet it is the life I swore myself to and am bound to uphold.”
His other sneered. “You are a different person now. Do your old words still bind you?”
“I wish things were that simple again. But no. I cannot allow them to, you know that.” The Commodore sighed. “I'm grateful. Will Turner has saved me a worthy adversary.”
James smirked his agreement, quoting his other self. “So it would seem.”
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Characters: James, Commodore Norrington.
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Rating: PG
Summary: A conversation, slightly bitter, with himself. Written after I'd rewatched Secret Window, so - split personalities.
Mirror Images
“You missed a spot. Let me…”
“I haven't finished yet,” Norrington interrupted smoothly, re-angling the mirror and scraping away the last of the stubble. “There,” he told the voice. “Satisfied?”
“Of course.”
“No you’re not,” he said, regretfully. “We’ve done enough of lying, James. Tell me.”
“You almost killed him, you know. You wanted to.”
He laughed bitterly. “Wanted - Sparrow or Turner, do you think?” His eyes fell. “I wanted to do my duty.”
A hand forced his chin up to meet his own eyes - green frost and fury barely restrained. “And what is that, Commodore? Thou shalt not kill?”
“A bit too late in the day to be worrying about that, I should say. But Sparrow did not deserve to hang.” His eyes were still green, but there was a deep serenity behind the bitterness. Or woven through it - James couldn't tell. “Hardly a fair fight.”
An eyebrow rose, sardonically. “You have hung better, for less offence. The navy being what it is.”
“True. Though none so alive as he. And yet,” he added wryly, “and yet it is the life I swore myself to and am bound to uphold.”
His other sneered. “You are a different person now. Do your old words still bind you?”
“I wish things were that simple again. But no. I cannot allow them to, you know that.” The Commodore sighed. “I'm grateful. Will Turner has saved me a worthy adversary.”
James smirked his agreement, quoting his other self. “So it would seem.”
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Date: 2005-09-05 02:45 am (UTC)And more James. And more.
Thank you! This is an absolutely lovely present, and a very nice take on the morning "conversation" after the hanging!
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Date: 2005-09-05 07:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-07 09:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-07 10:32 pm (UTC)