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inbox cleaning. @norringtxn said: "Our darling child ripped a fistful of my hair out today, so if you see a bald spot, now you know why it's there."

❛❛     hmm.   ❜❜

ESMERALDA HUMS, peering in closer with mock severity to inspect the SCALP IN QUESTION, deft fingertips parting long brown hair, and tsk-ing now and again as if the patient's prognosis was indeed severe. ( in truth, she can hardly spot any imperfection in him, she rarely can, though she supposes that spot behind his ear is a bit shorter than the rest ) she withdraws with a dire expression: brows drawn, mouth set in a frowning, formed line. once constant, such sentiments are rare on her features now, what with so much joy to keep them occupied.

❛❛     I'm afraid so, Mister Norrington. you haven't much left.   ❜❜

but the serious facade does not last long: after meeting his eye for only a few moments, his wife splits into a delighted grin, ruffling the hair she had so carefully analyzed until it is a decided MESS. then, doting, she presses a kiss JUST THERE, where she suspects Miss Louisa has made her raid upon his head. and another on his cheek for good measure. and another, just to satisfy her own whim, before wrapping her arms around him. ( both Sevilla women are inclined to want his body for their own, it seems. )

Ah. A difficult question, with an even more difficult answer. Or perhaps it wasn’t. James was a man of duty, and one known to follow it to his death if need be. Before he had believed that duty was to be mandated by his superiors, but as of late he had come to realise that duty was dictated instead by the truth in one’s heart.

“That would depend…” A rare twinkle sparkled in his eyes then. “Would there be room under your command?”

As always, Jack didn't wish to cling too firmly to any one hope. He had seldom managed to keep the loyalty of his men. Those who chose him after a previous betrayal, however, often ended up being the closest he could get.

She’d been pouring over charts in her father’s cabin, trying to find an exact location of the heart rather than just following the compass, but it was to no avail. Nothing stood out as a potential heading.

Planning on telling the man that it had not panned out, she exited the room a bit disappointed, but more worried about the Kraken and Jack’s fear than anything else.

Until she heard Elizabeth and her biological father being very...suggestive with their words.

Promptly turning the fuck around, she shouts “I NOT BE NEEDIN’ TEH HEAR THAT!” before getting out of earshot. 

She may not have much innocence left, but she’s still fourteen and doesn’t need nor want to know who her father desires. Especially when said person is like an older sister.

She ends up next to the disgraced Commodore, and he seems just as unhappy with the development as she does, though for a different reason.

@norringtxn​ said :  ❝ You look exhausted. ❞

how is that the first thing james notices upon returning home? how is that one of the first things that his lover feels the need to point out? adam is almost tempted to scoff at him. to tell him to shut up and kiss him again before he gets cross— but somehow, he refrains. the prince instead merely grabs the commodore by his jacket, pulling him closer towards him and shaking his head softly. 

“ i’ve just been missing you, that’s all. ”  not a lie. not entirely, anyway. there have been sleepless nights whilst james was away, nights brought about by long stretches of time without a letter, but that’s not exactly what’s made the prince so tired nowadays. no, it’s the child upstairs in his childhood nursery ; it’s the thing that the servant girl did not want, the result of a foolish drunken mistake ; it’s the little baby girl that the prince had offered to take in as his own.

drunk meme // accepting

@norringtxn​ asked:  “Are you drunk?”

“Who? Meh?”, Anna slurred, blinking slowly as if she had just awoken from a deep slumber. 

At this point, the deckhand was never quite certain of what to expect when invited to the Captain’s cabin. Captain Norrington’s mood was not exactly something he read well, even though he constantly tried to analyze. He felt as if his state changed with the slightest of actions. As he entered the cabin, he sat across from the provided chair for him. A deep breath was taken as he rested his cold, calloused hands flat atop the nearby table.