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davy jones is cruel, just as he is devoted. valentine is untrustworthy, just as he is passionate. ( @mctiildaâ )
âYour footingâs off,â Davy Jones barked, his sword whistling through the air to point at the boy that was now on the ground. Valentineâs eyes narrowed up at his father before moving to his feet. They started sparring again, Davyâs peg leg making noticeable thumps as they bantered back and forth. Valentine relied heavily on the rhythmic thumps to plan his next move. Just when Valentine thought he had the upper hand, his father spat, ââYou fancy the little hunter girl.â
The sudden accusation threw him off, making it easy to knock Valentine off his feet. The small god was only 13 and didnât have the opinion of love that he was infamous for now. âWhat does that have to do with anything?â the boy challenged. Instead of an answer, Davy stepped back, his eyes watching his son steadily.
âDo you fear weakness?â
âNo. Iâm not weak.â
âDo you fear someone else having power over you?â
âNo. Iâll always have control over myself.â
âDo you fear losing?â
âNo. Iâll always do whatever it takes to win.â
âDo you fear⌠love?â
Valentine faltered. He was never asked that question before. He tried to watch his father. He was trying to read him. There was a storm brewing in his fatherâs eyes. Valentine wondered if he were to say the wrong thing, the storm would be unleashed onto him.
âNo. Mama saysââ
âListen here, boy,â Davy started, taking on the voice of a feared captain as opposed to a doting father. Quickly, Valentine shuffled back, his eyes not daring to leave his fatherâs. When Davy realized what he did, he quickly softened. âYour mother has broken many hearts believing in love. Never has hers been broken. But, mine has. Valentine, you should fear love. Donât fear life, donât fear death. Fear love. Itâs a curse, a burden⌠you can lose what means most to you so quickly. If a man loves nothing, then nothing can be taken from him. I never want your heart to break, dear boy. Can you promise me this?â
And just like that, Valentine decided he didnât have a crush on the hunter with the iconic smirk and red jacket. He decided heâd never have another crush again. âI promise, Father.â
Valentine wasnât sure why he was thinking about his father in a moment like this. In a moment where he was just a college student as opposed to a heartless god.
He was waiting for Matilda to get out of class. He had even dared to wait in her classroom door, her teacher annoyed as he leaned on the doorframe. What could he do, though, when just as Valentine smiled towards his Heffalump, the bell rang? She leapt with joy, quickly gathering her things and rushing towards him. She was ready to bubble over with stories of her day.
Valentine ended up breaking his promise to his father. When Matildaâs love felt like soft hands and cashmere, there was no way he could fear it. Â

















