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Miss Elizabeth Swann & Mrs. Margaret Swann
—oh, fine! Let's just haul out our swords and start banging away at each other, that will solve everything!
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BECKETT: Bargain. To mutual benefit and for fair value.
Crossover AU where Elizabeth Swann meets Elizabeth Bennet and they have the same most uncanny resemblance?? How much fun chaos could that cause?
Lives Swap/Princess and the Pauper AU?
Send me a scene that happened in canon and I’ll write in detail how my muse felt in it!
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P.S. Imagine an epic AMV of all the potc characters to this song!
Mama Swann threw a vase at me to return to tumblr.
So here I am. ;D
Robe à l'Anglaise, c. 1770-1790
from the Musée de la Mode de la Ville de Paris
Jones gives him the same narrow look, exits. Beckett contemplates his options as he shuts the chest softly.
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“ … Ian … can I trust you …? ” a peculiar question to ask when she’s already so blindly trusted him in the past. But a desperate mother will do whatever desperate deed for the sake of those closest to her. // hi!!! I missed these two!
“Ian?”
The clerk hums lightly as he raised his head from his handkerchief… it lightly stained a beautiful crimson. Though hid the magnificent color behind his threatening black leather gloves.
“What ever happened to… Mr. Mercer? But it is a nice change! I enjoy it so.” He chuckles.. trying to tone down the urgency just a little as he scooted to the front of the seat to look at her.. his playful gaze slowly beginning to harden.. to one much more harden and frightening…
“You may trust me with anything, dear Margaret…” he muttered under his thick accent… leaning ever so close.
Such personal informality even for the model of proprietary that Margaret is. Was it on purpose, or a slip of the tongue? Or was it her own form of trust to allow speaking on a first name basis? “It is fitting now, I suppose~”
There was the familiar playfulness, when wits matched wits, but it quickly faded as she saw his change, reminding her, he was still no doubt a very dangerous man. Rather than withdrawing, Margaret held herself tall and firm. like a Queen knowing her power.
“Thank you.” she answered in relief and with as much calm as she could muster. Even my life…? she wanted to add, but dared not. not yet.
“And do you trust… me?”
Silence echoed through her office, simply watching her… his chocolate eyes raking across her face quietly as he pulled his hand away from his mouth and lifted the hat off his head… exposing his withering face and busted lip.
“Margaret…”
He mutters before slowly reaching out with the squelch of those leather gloves.. he grasped her dainty hand with up most care, the same hands he used to hurt others… “I trust you… with my life..” he mutters softly, before looking down at his feet.. “It might be foolish.. but… I am willing.. I just…”
“I’m tired…”
Margaret’s expression softened empathetically, noticing his latest injury. She glances to her hand held so gently. And then, at such words she was so taken aback, speechless. Her eyes snap back to try and meet his once more.
“No, it is not foolish.” she assured almost breathlessly, and returning a gentle squeeze of her hand in his, “Because, I too can speak to the same trust of my life in your hands.” For all his deeds of death, he did also save her life before.
“And if there is any way I can offer a place of sanctuary for you to rest, I will.” What I would do if I could help you retire from this way of life. “Is there anything I can get you?”
Who is more likely to ask for help ( ship: Margaret & Jones)
If you count Margaret's delegating and turning to others to accomplish something as "asking for help" in general, then she would be the answer. Also since she would guarantee be the one asking Davy for help when it comes to anything with ship navigation.
But I think Davy has his fair share of turning to Margaret for different kinds of help (support, someone to talk to, even someone who has the ability to go on land) they even out :3
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"Good afternoon, mah dear Margaret- uh!" Davy teleports in with quite possibly the warmest smile upon his tentacled face. An almost human smile that was only reserved for her of course.
(HELLO IT'S BEEN A CENTURY HOW ARE YOU TOBI? I MISSED YOU, LIZZIE AND MAGGIE!)
"Davy!" As though awoken from a long and deep slumber, the Widow turned to see her Sea Wolf. She returned a bright smile, and runs over to him, "Why, it almost feels like ten years and a day, how happy I am to see you!"
(MEGAAAANNNNN! HELLO HELLO! ITS BEEN FOREVER! I AM GOOD THANKS AND YOU? I'VE MISSED YOU AND DAVY SO MUCH!)
the feminine urge to play dumb (strategically)
The pirate lights a second torch, hands it to One-arm; they hoot with delight and head off, setting fires as they go.
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“ … Ian … can I trust you …? ” a peculiar question to ask when she’s already so blindly trusted him in the past. But a desperate mother will do whatever desperate deed for the sake of those closest to her. // hi!!! I missed these two!
“Ian?”
The clerk hums lightly as he raised his head from his handkerchief… it lightly stained a beautiful crimson. Though hid the magnificent color behind his threatening black leather gloves.
“What ever happened to… Mr. Mercer? But it is a nice change! I enjoy it so.” He chuckles.. trying to tone down the urgency just a little as he scooted to the front of the seat to look at her.. his playful gaze slowly beginning to harden.. to one much more harden and frightening…
“You may trust me with anything, dear Margaret…” he muttered under his thick accent… leaning ever so close.
Such personal informality even for the model of proprietary that Margaret is. Was it on purpose, or a slip of the tongue? Or was it her own form of trust to allow speaking on a first name basis? “It is fitting now, I suppose~”
There was the familiar playfulness, when wits matched wits, but it quickly faded as she saw his change, reminding her, he was still no doubt a very dangerous man. Rather than withdrawing, Margaret held herself tall and firm. like a Queen knowing her power.
“Thank you.” she answered in relief and with as much calm as she could muster. Even my life…? she wanted to add, but dared not. not yet.
“And do you trust… me?”
A ship is safe in harbor, but that’s not what ships are for.
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