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the air-tight auditorium was stale, oppressive; hooded with shadows where no light deigned to touch, and in that space is where they found reprieve. a dream, a nightmare. her tired reflection pivots on the ground just as she, a vision of meatless bone and pallor, like dorian gray's image as it begins to wane under mortality. their swan, her demise. andrew watches helplessly, breath hitched inside his throat, feeling as she comes undone, as though unspooling her insides for every critic to analyse and dissect. giving her everything, giving more. from splendour to sick, from glory to grisly, he sees the peek of blood on her pointé shoes and it feels something like waking up. ‘i think that's enough.’ a measured cadence, andrew's voice betrays a natural gravitas that he did not have the usual confidence to wield and lingers in the air long after finishing. like an orator, it echoes through the auditorium despite his will for it not to; he could not suggest without command, like a rumble of distant thunder that demands to be heard. a gentle step closer, her laboured breath. when did the performance end? when did it begin? everything feels louder, a swell of an absent orchestra ripples the curtain like muscle memory; his heart drums a backbeat, andrew can feel it pulsate inside the palm he extends with the call to get out. no. andrew wouldn't let it, not now. [and then, more audibly;] ‘amy.’
@swanlock asked: “ people respect me, they listen to me. ” / for tia dalma.
teeth are bared, a grin upon first glance but further scrutiny would reveal it to be scathing — unappreciative of the sarcasm. cat-like, mouth forming a soundless hiss. the sea does not suffer such disparagement. commanding. how influential tall waves can be. a man is not so stubborn when faced with a brutality such as oceanic fury. perhaps one man... expression softens, momentarily, and then brows draw together and chin lifts. a statement of disagreement. " you lack d' conviction necessary, " she tells her, tone stern, " it is no wonder. d'ese people you speak of, d'at they don't want to show you respect. look at you. "
gestures to her posture, her body language. " d'is power you 'ave, i did not give it to be wasted, mm? i might remind you d'at you would be dead, if not fo' me. " a shift, like easing waters, warm smile stretches lips and hands rise to fondly hold amy's jaw — framing her frail face. " you don't want t' be respected? " a curious head tilt, a wicked glint in her eyes. " a powerful woman deserves respect. commands it! for she is not t' be underestimated. "
sirens of the sea, they heed calypso. instilled with purpose, to protect desolate and invaluable sections of open water, the bays of mysterious islands, known artifacts... sailors that dared to cross set boundaries, to thieve, to destroy, to infect, were dragged to the depths and mercilessly drowned. for all beautiful things must be dangerous, to remain. especially in such lawless times.
and so, her dismay is evident to have learned that amy has faced much trouble, in her gifted form. surrendered, succumbed, submitted. her resurrection displeasing, solely because of how she conducts her business — how she carries herself. " tell me what it is you want. wi'd y' chest, ya 'eart. let it be known! " enthusiasm drops from her features, a coldness seeping in. " o'derwise i 'ave not'in' more t' say to you — but what will be will be. " / meme.
PLEASE TELL ME YOU ARE REALLY WRITING THIS SWANLOCK?? Cuz If you do I really want to draw you some fanart of that's ok :)
THAT IS MORE THAN OKAY, SWANLOCK AWAY!!!
I CERTAINLY PLAN TO—I've started writing it a little and I've got a kind of plot(s) planned out, I just need to settle on one route and go. BUT YES THE ANSWER IS YES, WHEN I HAVE TIME, ALL THE YES
Happy birthday LauraLex! ♥ competewithmymassiveintellect told me that it's your birthday and that you like swanlock ٩꒰๑ ´∇`๑꒱۶ I hope you have a super awesome day!

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