#sweetmocking

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄  ✍  &  𝐀 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 !    /     accepting.

❝     𝐎𝐇,    𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐄𝐔𝐑   !     look at how positively RAVISHING  the thorns  are this year,   so treacherous,   so  PERILOUS  ,   so sharp  ––       ❞      A GASP    of enchanted  pleasure   as one of them  pricks  a  finger,    as  the  fragile briar  rose   in the DEN    or torment and distress,   LA BELLE AU BOIS DORMANT,    the weak,  GIVING  FLESH   yielding  before the maleficence  of nature and beading with red,     red   blood.     oh,   how   MAGNIFICENT.      she has fallen prey to the  fruits  of her own creation,     the  GARDEN   wounding the  hand that  feeds  them,    new  life  coaxing   wounds,    coaxing  pain,     the suffering  of human fragility  ;   RAPTURE.    how  pleased  she  is to share this moment  of  AGONY   with her beloved,    her TORMENT,    he who captivates  her soul  with an everlasting  FLAME   of   passion  and  wickedness.    the lady Addams  flutters   her lashes,    body  surrendering  to the pain  and the bliss,   and she extends her wounded hand  for him to take,   to  SAVOR  against lips   ;     not to soothe away  the hurt   but to DELIGHT  in it.     a DELIVERANCE   to further  misery,    hand in hand,    flesh  to flesh   to  ash and   ASH.  

𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋.      /       accepting. and also  @collectorofmuses  and @niksnarration  and @killmebutneverinsultme

        ❝    I  –––     ❞       neither.   BOTH.   as if she hasn’t seriously  considered killing Jack multiple times before,    as if she hasn’t  WANTED  the same fate  for James when he is particularly naval and English and annoying.     but actually GOING THROUGH WITH IT ?    no.  she couldn’t.     she couldn’t.   yes,   yes  it is only a game and not real,   but to ADMIT TO HERSELF   that there is one she would rather see dead more than the other,   at her own hand  besides  ?     what kind of horrific CRUELTY  in such a choice !    but there is one you could live without,   isn’t there  ?    because you already do.    an inconstant affection,   a wayward presence,    a heart more changeable and ELUSIVE  than the sea :   Esmeralda has already accustomed  herself  to loving without HAVING,  without possessing or seeing,  to hold dear  to her  heart something which  IS NOT THERE   and  which  does not or cannot  love her in return. it is in some way  already like loving a ghost.   but  Norrington’s  affections are hardly so ephemeral  :   solid,   and secure,   works of poetry that worked themselves  into her bloodstream.   the bind of an anchor  that to cut   would be to SET HERSELF ADRIFT.  it is a love that  needs  its flesh and bone ;   a fire that would CONSUME  without its object,    a compass that would only spin  without  the pull towards  HOME. 

it is not a matter of deserving,    oh no,     but of her own GRIEF  surviving.   how selfish of her.   how PIRATE.

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏.        /       accepting.

vomit / don’t ship / okay / cute / adorable / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐊.       /      accepting.

Have we discussed shipping before?:   yes || no

My interest level overall: I’ve wanted this for so long || can’t wait || I think it’ll be fun || kinda feeling it || maybe with a lot of plotting || I need to think about it || not interested, sorry

How we should do this: jump right in || slow burn || pre-established || build up to it in a thread || anything goes   (  honestly idc  im down for any of these options )

𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐔𝐌.        /          accepting.

❝   𝐘𝐄𝐒, 𝐈 𝐃𝐎.  𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆.    ❞     

it terrifies her.  such cruelty is a favored weapon of the so-called-civilized world,  to TWIST & TORMENT  one who will not be broken under their pretty gloved thumb by threatening those who have slipped past an iron-walled heart.  every kiss,  every LOVE AFFAIR  is a weakness to be exploited by those with watchful eyes and souls full of GREED.   romances are the favorite target,  given how ruled by passion and heart  they tend to be,  but even affections unruled by Eros are in danger of such manipulation.   her friends,   her crewmen,   LUIS MONTOYA  in particular.  and if she had a family,   she’d be  fearfully awaiting they day they’d be TAKEN FROM HER,  too.  every day she grows more disliked by the crowns sitting across an ocean in Europe and the Netherlands,   every day she does something purposeful to make them angrier still.   and every day she puts those whom she loves in more danger.