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order_of_chaos) wrote2007-08-09 11:13 pm
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PotC Drabble - Blue Eyes and Dirt
Title: Blue Eyes and Dirt
Author:
order_of_chaos
Rating: PG
Pairing: Implied Sparrington
Summary: The pub scene in Dead Man's Chest, from the perspective of Sophie (the blue-eyed wig).
AN: For
elessil (who wouldn't really maim me for withholding Sparrington).
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Sophie was a frizz of blue eyes and dirt and white fluff that stuck out in every direction to tangle in James’ own mess of hair. And she was drunk.
Which was delightful, in a fuzzy kind of way; she stopped worrying about her Commodore for long minutes to watch the dirty-gold reflections of light in glass bottles. They sparkled.
Sparkle, sparkle, sparkle. Shatter.
The room lurched dizzily, or – no, that was James again, intent on killing the Sparrow-bird. Because he loved him. Or hated him, or – of course it was both, Sophie decided. It always had been with those two, and the weather certainly hadn’t helped. Silly hurricane.
James snarled, Sparrow turned into a plant, and the tavern turned into a brawl. A male version of James’ ex-fiancée knocked them over the head with a bottle of rum, then they were thrown out.
Quiet. Wonderful, wonderful quiet. At least comparatively. Every strand of hair aching, Sophie relaxed into the mud of the pigsty. Right now, sleep sounded good.
Later, tucked safely away in what had once been a uniform, Sophie began the long task of grooming herself to her customary perfection. Acknowledged in his rank or not, her Commodore deserved no less; and as for herself, she never wanted to see another speck of dirt in her life.
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Rating: PG
Pairing: Implied Sparrington
Summary: The pub scene in Dead Man's Chest, from the perspective of Sophie (the blue-eyed wig).
AN: For
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Sophie was a frizz of blue eyes and dirt and white fluff that stuck out in every direction to tangle in James’ own mess of hair. And she was drunk.
Which was delightful, in a fuzzy kind of way; she stopped worrying about her Commodore for long minutes to watch the dirty-gold reflections of light in glass bottles. They sparkled.
Sparkle, sparkle, sparkle. Shatter.
The room lurched dizzily, or – no, that was James again, intent on killing the Sparrow-bird. Because he loved him. Or hated him, or – of course it was both, Sophie decided. It always had been with those two, and the weather certainly hadn’t helped. Silly hurricane.
James snarled, Sparrow turned into a plant, and the tavern turned into a brawl. A male version of James’ ex-fiancée knocked them over the head with a bottle of rum, then they were thrown out.
Quiet. Wonderful, wonderful quiet. At least comparatively. Every strand of hair aching, Sophie relaxed into the mud of the pigsty. Right now, sleep sounded good.
Later, tucked safely away in what had once been a uniform, Sophie began the long task of grooming herself to her customary perfection. Acknowledged in his rank or not, her Commodore deserved no less; and as for herself, she never wanted to see another speck of dirt in her life.
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Excellent!
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And so did this. Sophie is awesome.
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SQUEEEEEEEE! And ooh, I wasn't cruel! I just made Jamie growl at you. A bit.
Thank you!
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We haven't seen it in ever! Thank you for bringing it back!
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P.S.: Let me provide the *third* icon here that picks out James' wig as its central theme. Who knew there were so many?
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Wonderful and quirky, the style in which you wrote reflected the limited perspective of a wig really well. I loved it!
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Though at least in AWE she got to get cleaned up, I'm sure she wasen't so sure about that added curl. *sniff* Though I wonder what happened to her after Bootstrap killed James...
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I'm glad you liked it!
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*Grins like MAD* So glad you liked it!
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Thank you! Glad you liked it!
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There are a lot of them, aren't there? Now you just need a Will Turner icon saying "...and eunuchs do not", and you'll be all set. And I may not have a Sophie icon myself, but I do have a wig icon :P
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PotC 4: REVENGE of the WIG!!! *cackles*
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*beams* So very glad you liked it!
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*languishes terribly*
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But as soon as you've managed to watch that, I'll come around poking. *nods*
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And then the poor thing gets hit over herself and James' head.
Wasn't James forced to mop the deck with her later on the Pearl?
Speaking of mops, I wonder what Sophie might think of Sparrow's hair? I could imagine that thicket to be sentient also. Would she regard it as a savage, since it is natural hair and not a wig?
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And yes, she was. I've even written a drabble for it, though I haven't posted it yet.
As for the hair, I imagine she'd feel much the same way James does about Sparrow - appalled fascination and reluctant attraction that deepens over time into wry "I've obviously gone insane" affection.
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Hard not too. ;D
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And I'm very glad you liked it! Thanks!
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Most enjoyable.
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