ONE CANNOT EXIST WITHOUT THE OTHER.

are you excited ?   she’d asked him.   he’d paused, taking a moment to consider himself.   “ I am ... eager.   so many things depend on this, lagertha.   if I am right  -  well, I’m not quite sure just what I will do.   the boat is almost finished.   floki has been ... reliable, I suppose.   I feel tortured, close and yet far. ”   

                                               CLOSE ENOUGH,  paarthurnax announces his presence by lowering his jaw,  giving a thunderous bellow which prompts the bear to turn and flee.    once he’s certain the stranger is out of harm’s way, his head tilts, crooked, and his gaze falls upon her.   

THE HITMAN’S BODYGUARD  /  SENTENCE STARTERS  /  ACCEPTING.

@ulfhrafnx​ asked : “ these people are animals. ”  ( for davy jones ! )

her voice cuts through his crew’s laughter, the lineup of survivors keeping the woman out of his sight which is why it takes a moment for icy hues to search for the speaker.   his cutting stare slices through her as he takes a step forward.   “ well, which one is it !?  y’ can’t have both. ”   he, however,  defines himself as neither because to be man or beast one must have a heart, first.   

Bjorn was trying to understand his parents, and he’d long learned that he didn’t understand either of them, especially in the years that they have been apart.  He had been there growing up.  He hardly imagined that someone as boring and no where near as attractive as his mother would ever truly be able to draw his mother from his father.  He doubted Ragnar and Lagertha’s story was finished being told.

          “  Interesting. You don’t see ruining our home lives by fucking a complete idiot and her showing up with child as a mistake…interesting.”  Bjorn had never been one to sugar coat things. He loved his father, as he did his mother.   But, his father had been stupid.  He told him at the time, as well.  “Yes, of course, I would rather have you here. Just no more being stupid..maybe one day, you could get mother back and get rid of that boring woman.”

eyes widen and brows raise, lips parting to expel a whoosh of air  -  he’s a daring bastard, admittedly just as ragnar had been and quite frankly is still.   a hand rises, smacking the side of bjorn’s head.   “ you are still alive, and your mother is still alive.   you and I continue to talk, and I have everyone that I love still in my life. ”   save for his daughter, who taught him to appreciate those in his life regardless of circumstance.   “ I see no ruin here. ”   despite his rough contact, ragnar’s lips quirk upwards.   

 the captain makes his presence known with a deafening thud, the point of his warped leg colliding with now-splintering floorboards.   despite him being there with the confirmation of every sense, there’s a certain lacking in his person.   jack isn’t dead yet,  which begs the question  :  is jones truly there ?   ETERNITY TRAPPED IN THE UNFORGIVING EMBRACE OF DAVY’S LOCKER,  he’s witnessing first-hand sparrow’s unmistakable insanity as it dwindles.   only when jack turns to face him does he speak.

                the captain rests impatiently upon his stool, slime mottled tentacles patting at the keys of his organ  -  a blood-boiling melody.   he’s lost track of time,  likely played the same tune for hours back to back.   despite the anger it draws out from within him, equally the music takes him elsewhere.   a better time, perhaps.   or one that’s indescribably worse.   sometimes, he struggles to decide.   he’s trapped in his very own prison, constructed by himself.

the door creaks.   maccus informs him of a trespasser.   a woman, seeking to rescue a friend  -  who also happens to be a woman.   the one jones had placed in the brig until he decides what to do with her.   there’ll be no witches guiding his ship.   the deafening thud of his crab-leg makes its way across the wooden boards and onto the deck, where his crew gathers.   the trespasser in question has been detained, awaiting his arrival.   once jones reaches her, his water-washed gaze examines from a distance.   

DAVY JONES EDITS.