If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun.
“Does that include the ones yew live by? Would yew even forsake yer own rules then just to see what would happen?” Fae could admit that it was better to be free than to be controlled by anything even if that thing was yourself. There were moments she tried to untie the rest of the ropes holding her soul back. They were no longer shackles but perhaps that was more frustrating to her. Shackles required a key, ropes could be done away with if the desire was there. But she was afraid. Afraid that too much slack in the rope would hang her. She had heard enough about him to know Jack Sparrow was a map without edges; free to draw the lines of the world how he wanted them and she wanted to be that. She longed to be that for just one day, one moment. She didn’t realize she was holding her breath; her cerulean eyes speaking the words for her: “Teach me.”
