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Log: Complete;
When; May 20
Rating; S for Smoking?
Characters; Jas Hook![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ironhook and Sultana Ananova crete_goddess
Summary; A letter.
Log;
The princess emerged from the underbrush and looked around. James was always easy to pick out wherever he went with his oh-so-smug stance, rock-black curls...a persona that could make grown men run for their lives...and there he was. Under the willow, just as planned. Ananova lifted her head some, tall, shoulders back, and started over. She watched him there in the shadows of the beaded leaves...James, James, James. It was pathetic the only time she could speak to him without knots tieing up her stomach was when he was near death's door and unable to stand.
His wrecklessness made her angry. In all that time, he was still that run-about, chaotic sword-wielding maniac boy. He was just taller, with a larger hat. The last thought made her smile...she loved Jas. She really did...only, time changes love, and the kind of love she had for him now...was not what it once was.
A slender hand pushed back the draping branches, and the Sultana stepped inside the shade of the tree. "..Hello, Jas..."
Jas was aware of her before she even parted the curtain of branches, and forget-me-nots softened as they turned on her. Beautiful as ever. And, just like clockwork, he could feel his heart pang and his stomach seize up. A moment was taken as he regarded her, studied her almost. Nervousness. Whatever would transpire here would cause a huge change- for better or for worse, well Jas wasn't sure. The spell of silence was broken when he tapped his cigars, took a long drag, and exhaled a trail of smoke as he greeted her.
"Ananova."
She watched the wisps of smoke billow, if only for a small distraction...she gave him a light smile, holding the parchment in both hands. Now or never...no backward glances, or running away. She stepped forward, tapping it idly on the heel over her hand. "...Thank you for comming out to meet me. This is for you." She held out the letter.
"...Before I left for Crete, James, the Queen came to me and said, 'Write him a letter. Pour your entire heart and soul into it, all your love for him. And burn it.' And I did...and I remember every word I wrote. And I want you to hear them."
Jas- hesitated. Strikingly blue eyes dropping to follow the movement of the letter, like a cat to a mouse. He listened to her words in silence, not reaching out to take the bit of parchment. A long pause followed her speech, pregnant and heavy with choice, and Jas could do nothing more then stare at the folded bit of paper. But finally- seconds, hours later (Jas was terrible at telling time anymore)- the pirate reached up and took the letter, eyes on Ananova's face.
Another pause, and then the cigars were perched between his lips to free his only hand to flip open the letter, sharp eyes carefully and meticulously pouring over every single word.
Ananova's eyes dried, watching him, unblinking as he decided what to do. There was half a hope that he would take it, but he could very well not. When he finally removed the paper from her hand, she hugged her arms, a silent long breath left her lungs. She hadn't even breathed during that...what...7 agonizing minutes of him staring at the lost letter. As he read, she watched his face...eyes trailing to the hook. She had never asked him where it came from, or why...ironic, really, that he would love a name so much, and then be forced to have it's namesake. Ananova's gaze returned to his face, and the letter. There would be questions, of course, ones she was ready to answer.
She moved a few strands of hair from her face and waited, the knots pulsing in her stomach...it would all change after this...
The captain read through the letter twice, three times, before he finally stopped and just- stared at it. All of these things, and... it confused him. It didn't make any sense, that she should say all of these things, believe them-- and then reject him outright when finally, after searching for god-knew-how-long, he found her.
Brows furrowed as blue lifted from the letter gripped tightly in his fingers, and the look her gave her was pained and curious all at the same time. "Why? Why didn't you come?"
Those eyes. Those blue, hurt eyes...she folded her hands, emitting a small sigh. "...It was too late." She gestured lightly. "...James, there was a time when I had the choice of leaving. I would have followed you to the ends of the earth. But when it was time to make my choice...you never came. And I chose to help my people. My father died, the throne passed to me. And I chose to stay. I never said it was an easy choice...and when you did come for me...I could not go. I couldn't let you make me choose between an injured country, and an injured heart." Her own pain slid, unwanted, into her own eyes and speech...she shook her head a fraction.
"It was too late."
When his gaze returned to her, and those words left his mouth, her lips parted...she nodded some. "I am sorry too." Her eyes dropped some after saying it...then lifted to him again. It was like...a cool breeze just came in and blew the knots, the worries, the...pain...away. Just...slipped away on the back of the wind. And she smiled...if only a little. She smiled her fears, her cares- and her forgiveness.
There was room, now. Room to grow.
Ananova stepped forward and took his hand. Her thin fingers squeezed his gently and she sighed. Smilling, she nodded a little--not about anything in particular, just...finally. Finally, finally, there's something comfortable to turn to. Finally, there are -words-.
"I've missed you, James."
: He held her hand loosely, and it was amazing how someone so strong could still feel so fragile in his fingers. He smirked, and pulling her in, wound his right arm around her shoulders- careful of the hook- and hugged her. And though she might not know it, that one gesture showed exactly how much he felt over this.
"And I, you, Ananova."
Ananova smiled, hugging him back--it felt so good to be..close. Not the close they once had, a different close that made her feel at home. She pulled back a little and smiled up at him. King Jas. James Matthew Bastard. James Hook.
"Good thing. Now we can catch up."
Rating; S for Smoking?
Characters; Jas Hook
ironhook and Sultana Ananova crete_goddess Summary; A letter.
Log;
It was a rather summery morning. Nice to walk in...Ananova trekked through the thick grass surrounding the lake, the large body of water shimmering a ways ahead. She clutched the bit of folded parchment in her hand carefully, the words still reeling in her head. She hadn't forgotten a single thought from it...none of it. She may have burned it on paper so many years ago, but it never left her. She was somewhat...uneasy about having him read it after all these years. The thoughts of a lovesick fourteen year old. Still, Ananova was determind to have this sorted out once and for all. There would be no more silences, no more awkward glances from across the room, no more waking up wondering 'Will I see him today'...just no more.
Ananova was tired. Her empire gone. Family lost. Trapped in this world between worlds, and with -him-. No more hiding, running, or ignoring. Something has to be said.
Ananova was tired. Her empire gone. Family lost. Trapped in this world between worlds, and with -him-. No more hiding, running, or ignoring. Something has to be said.
James Hook- was concerned, and it put a bit of a dampener on his relatively relaxed mood. He was unsure what to expect. Though, then again, when it came to Ananova, James was never quite sure what to expect. He never really had been- and nigh all his assumptions had been wrong. Quite frankly, he could have said no to this little meeting. That was all in the past, wasn't it? They had moved on.
Except- they really hadn't. Obviously. If they still danced around each other like walking on eggshells, and could not hold a decent conversation. Jas -missed- her, and he could admit that-- just simply not in the way he had so many years ago. He loved her- yes. But he was no longer in love with her. And with all that empty space between them, no way to decipher feelings and figure everything out-- even looking at her hurt.
But, like Ananova, Jas was determined, and had reached the lake in record timing. Then it was the waiting game- and he stood against the willow tree, shoulder against it, cigars in hand, gazing out at the lake.
Except- they really hadn't. Obviously. If they still danced around each other like walking on eggshells, and could not hold a decent conversation. Jas -missed- her, and he could admit that-- just simply not in the way he had so many years ago. He loved her- yes. But he was no longer in love with her. And with all that empty space between them, no way to decipher feelings and figure everything out-- even looking at her hurt.
But, like Ananova, Jas was determined, and had reached the lake in record timing. Then it was the waiting game- and he stood against the willow tree, shoulder against it, cigars in hand, gazing out at the lake.
The princess emerged from the underbrush and looked around. James was always easy to pick out wherever he went with his oh-so-smug stance, rock-black curls...a persona that could make grown men run for their lives...and there he was. Under the willow, just as planned. Ananova lifted her head some, tall, shoulders back, and started over. She watched him there in the shadows of the beaded leaves...James, James, James. It was pathetic the only time she could speak to him without knots tieing up her stomach was when he was near death's door and unable to stand.
His wrecklessness made her angry. In all that time, he was still that run-about, chaotic sword-wielding maniac boy. He was just taller, with a larger hat. The last thought made her smile...she loved Jas. She really did...only, time changes love, and the kind of love she had for him now...was not what it once was.
A slender hand pushed back the draping branches, and the Sultana stepped inside the shade of the tree. "..Hello, Jas..."
Jas was aware of her before she even parted the curtain of branches, and forget-me-nots softened as they turned on her. Beautiful as ever. And, just like clockwork, he could feel his heart pang and his stomach seize up. A moment was taken as he regarded her, studied her almost. Nervousness. Whatever would transpire here would cause a huge change- for better or for worse, well Jas wasn't sure. The spell of silence was broken when he tapped his cigars, took a long drag, and exhaled a trail of smoke as he greeted her.
"Ananova."
She watched the wisps of smoke billow, if only for a small distraction...she gave him a light smile, holding the parchment in both hands. Now or never...no backward glances, or running away. She stepped forward, tapping it idly on the heel over her hand. "...Thank you for comming out to meet me. This is for you." She held out the letter.
"...Before I left for Crete, James, the Queen came to me and said, 'Write him a letter. Pour your entire heart and soul into it, all your love for him. And burn it.' And I did...and I remember every word I wrote. And I want you to hear them."
Jas- hesitated. Strikingly blue eyes dropping to follow the movement of the letter, like a cat to a mouse. He listened to her words in silence, not reaching out to take the bit of parchment. A long pause followed her speech, pregnant and heavy with choice, and Jas could do nothing more then stare at the folded bit of paper. But finally- seconds, hours later (Jas was terrible at telling time anymore)- the pirate reached up and took the letter, eyes on Ananova's face.
Another pause, and then the cigars were perched between his lips to free his only hand to flip open the letter, sharp eyes carefully and meticulously pouring over every single word.
Ananova's eyes dried, watching him, unblinking as he decided what to do. There was half a hope that he would take it, but he could very well not. When he finally removed the paper from her hand, she hugged her arms, a silent long breath left her lungs. She hadn't even breathed during that...what...7 agonizing minutes of him staring at the lost letter. As he read, she watched his face...eyes trailing to the hook. She had never asked him where it came from, or why...ironic, really, that he would love a name so much, and then be forced to have it's namesake. Ananova's gaze returned to his face, and the letter. There would be questions, of course, ones she was ready to answer.
She moved a few strands of hair from her face and waited, the knots pulsing in her stomach...it would all change after this...
The captain read through the letter twice, three times, before he finally stopped and just- stared at it. All of these things, and... it confused him. It didn't make any sense, that she should say all of these things, believe them-- and then reject him outright when finally, after searching for god-knew-how-long, he found her.
Brows furrowed as blue lifted from the letter gripped tightly in his fingers, and the look her gave her was pained and curious all at the same time. "Why? Why didn't you come?"
Those eyes. Those blue, hurt eyes...she folded her hands, emitting a small sigh. "...It was too late." She gestured lightly. "...James, there was a time when I had the choice of leaving. I would have followed you to the ends of the earth. But when it was time to make my choice...you never came. And I chose to help my people. My father died, the throne passed to me. And I chose to stay. I never said it was an easy choice...and when you did come for me...I could not go. I couldn't let you make me choose between an injured country, and an injured heart." Her own pain slid, unwanted, into her own eyes and speech...she shook her head a fraction.
"It was too late."
And that was the crux of it, wasn't it? Just another thing he hadn't been able to do quite right- and he just watched her for a moment, letting those words sink in. It hadn't been just her- and it hadn't been just him. Mistakes and decisions on both their parts. She- her responsibility and James... James belonged to the ocean. And ultimately- to Neverland.
His gaze dropped again, once more to the letter-- and he folded it carefully and slipped it into his pocket. When his eyes came back to her- it didn't hurt so much anymore. "I am sorry."
His gaze dropped again, once more to the letter-- and he folded it carefully and slipped it into his pocket. When his eyes came back to her- it didn't hurt so much anymore. "I am sorry."
When his gaze returned to her, and those words left his mouth, her lips parted...she nodded some. "I am sorry too." Her eyes dropped some after saying it...then lifted to him again. It was like...a cool breeze just came in and blew the knots, the worries, the...pain...away. Just...slipped away on the back of the wind. And she smiled...if only a little. She smiled her fears, her cares- and her forgiveness.
There was room, now. Room to grow.
James watched her, the play of emotions over her face, the small smile. And he took a moment longer, because his mind always worked harder then it probably should, before he finally returned the smile, just as small and just as genuine. Funny, ironic, how things would turn out this way. And Jas was- relieved. Because now, maybe now, with everything coming apart at the seams- there was something.
He held out his hand.
He held out his hand.
Ananova stepped forward and took his hand. Her thin fingers squeezed his gently and she sighed. Smilling, she nodded a little--not about anything in particular, just...finally. Finally, finally, there's something comfortable to turn to. Finally, there are -words-.
"I've missed you, James."
: He held her hand loosely, and it was amazing how someone so strong could still feel so fragile in his fingers. He smirked, and pulling her in, wound his right arm around her shoulders- careful of the hook- and hugged her. And though she might not know it, that one gesture showed exactly how much he felt over this.
"And I, you, Ananova."
Ananova smiled, hugging him back--it felt so good to be..close. Not the close they once had, a different close that made her feel at home. She pulled back a little and smiled up at him. King Jas. James Matthew Bastard. James Hook.
"Good thing. Now we can catch up."