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needless to say that movie just breathed life back into my muse. expect new things soon, i promise you that
⸢✘⸥ ⎛There is no need for petty words when a pleasant smile will suffice. Quiet and pensive, telling her tale.⎠
When the pants appeared, Will let out an incredulous laugh and shook his head smiling. He should have known. His Elizabeth was strong-willed and impatient. She had already tricked him into promising her how to fight - of course she would not go away without at least something concrete! He was happy already she wasn’t angry at the delay.
Of course, he could have protested. Letting a woman in men’s clothing sit in his smithy, was not a proper thing - especially not if that woman was the daughter of the governor. However, he knew he would never win that fight, and besides, the doors and windows were closed. Instead, he put a kettle on the fire and guided her to a chair, before he took on his sword again.
"It won’t take long, my love - then I will start on the wooden swords."
Elizabeth followed at his wish sitting down with a pleasant smile on her face, a curious look accompanying it as she watched Will begin to work. With a last few tugs at her corset bindings, the constraining garment loosened enough to allow Elizabeth to tug it over hear head. The loud sigh that followed was well deserved as any woman who was forced to wear the prison could tell you.
The sleeves of the shirt hung loose around her arms, a freeing feeling to say the least. It was not long before Elizabeth stood from the chair, beginning to wander again, inching closer the the work well underway. She kept her careful distance, not wanting Will to protest. "You know I've always admired your work." She spoke up suddenly, voicing a thought that had crossed her mind recently. Truthfully she admired him for many of his virtuous qualities, none of which she praised him for quite enough.
Satisfied with her answer, he smiled lovingly, but this faded quickly when he saw her loosening her dress. Only after a few moments, he realized what she was doing, and quickly moved behind her to halt her hands.
"Slow down, my love. Are you not a little hasty? Allow me at least the time to finish the sword I was working on, and to craft two wooden swords as well, with which we can practice," he said quickly, foreseeing her protests and not giving her time to speak.
"We won’t be using real swords in the beginning. First you need to learn the movements and reflexes. It will be slow, and gradually, we’ll increase the speed. Only then, we’ll use heavier swords. That’s how I learnt it. So please, let me make you some tea and have some patience. I gave you my word to teach you how to fight, and I will honor it - do not worry about that."
Elizabeth smiled as Will reached out to her, clearly with worry in his eyes. Her hands fell from the chord and instead she grabbed the hem of her dress. With a mischievous glint in her eyes and a smirk on her lips, Elizabeth pulled up the fabric and pushed her leg forward, exposing her leg underneath. However there was no bare skin shown but instead a pair of pants, which on a woman was a sight rarely seen in these parts.
❝I came across these a while back. I figured they might be of some use. I have a blouse on under this as well if you couldn't tell by my ridiculous sleeves. I'd be lying if I said I didn't come with this in mind.– --But some tea would be lovely.❞
The smirk remained as she pressed as she slid her fingers along his shoulders, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck as she worked to undo her restraint again. Although she would watch WIll work, it was in the comfort of rather different clothes that she would do it.
He let out another, deep sigh, before he slowly laid his rough hands in hers, careful, as if she was a wounded bird, and shook it. Before she could pull back, he placed a kiss on it.
"Love, I need another promise of you," he said softly. "I know you are… strong-willed, and I know you like to do things that no other highborn maiden would do, but you must promise me that you will stop from the moment you are feeling uncomfortable, or you do not longer wish to learn this. Do not continue on for someone else. Promise?"
He kept his voice soft and looked intently at her face. He had seen many times how someone kept taking on a challenge, even though every bit of fun had been sucked out of it - only not to be ashamed by his public. Even though Elizabeth did not necessarily care much about what the people would say, she was very stubborn as well. He did not wish her to be in any discomfort just because of that.
The carefulness with which he took her hand came across to her as an endearing and bothersome gesture in this moment. The love with which he looked upon her was intoxicating, and to think it had taken her so long to have noticed, to think she had been so blind. Each touch was so gentle in the attempts to preserve her form, to protect. But had she not survived passage on the Pearl? For Will to have saved her, she was forever indebted to him, but she was not entirely helpless.
❝I assure you my love, all reasons for pursuing this are entirely my own. Should I feel bothered, uncomfortable, worried, uninterested, or any other emotion not fit to be accompanied by the use of a sword, I will speak up as quickly as I can. This I promise to you, my dearest Will.❞
Her hands moved then to the back of her corset, loosening the straps which held it so tightly to her chest. Her state of attire was unfit for learning such a craft, and because she had come to Will with a goal in mind, she had dressed for the occasion as well. The strings began to loosen and she let out a sigh. "Shall we begin now then?"
As he heard how intent, how passionate her words were, he felt his heart sink in his chest. He recognized that tone. He had recognized it as soon as she had started her request. And he knew he could not refuse her.
Ah, how he wished he could! The very thought of these cruel weapons in her hands horrified him. He wanted to protect her, to keep her safe from all harm - if he could, he would even have her surrounded by maids, so that she didn’t even need to touch a kitchen knife! - but deep down, he knew she was right. There was no way in knowing what the future would bring. They’d better be prepared.
He closed his dark brown eyes for a brief moment and leant in to her touch, before he slowly nodded. “I… I will teach you how to defend yourself, my love, but I will wrap the swords into blankets, so that they cannot hurt you. That is the only thing I ask.”
At the feeling of his body giving into her touch, so did Elizabeth's heart begin to hope that his resolve would cave as well. It was not malicious in thought, rather based in a good natured desire to be different than she was. In some regard it was to distance herself from the corsets and cotillion and become closer to all that Will was down to his blood. What Will's mind would dare to learn, her heart yearned to know as well.
❝With blankets? I suppose it's better than the alternative, but when I'm face to face with a one eyed pirate who's trying to rip my corset off, I will not need blankets. However, if this is what makes you happy and agree to teach me what you know, then I will happily consent to the terms you have stated thus far.❞ Pulling her body away from his, the gentle smoothness of her hand pulling away from his face, it gestured instead to him. With an open palm, Elizabeth awaited the shake of her hand that would assure their deal, one she was happy to begin with now. Who was to say there would not be alterations in the future, ones that could easily be made with a little persuasion.
”I believe I did show you a sign of respect when I said you’d be a formidable foe. And I’ve faced larger amounts of people trying to kill me before, but on the fact that my only escape is to jump into the sea I suppose I’ll surrender.”
❝ Alas I never questioned the respect simply urged you to expand upon it further. A simple suggestion is all. – -- One which you seem to have taken heed of. A wise decision when the s e a is at my side. I hope you will treat my next inquiry with the same manor of thought meddling stranger. W h y are you aboard my ship? ❞
❝ For the fun of argument — let’s start with you, Lizzie.❞
❝ My own. A puzzling thought indeed. – - For the fun of my own curiosity. I request that you inform me of what you believe my answer is going to be; judge my character.❞
Hᴇʟᴘ ᴍᴇ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴀɴ ɪᴄᴏɴ﹖
Fɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴜɴɪϙᴜᴇ ɪᴄᴏɴ ɪs ᴅɪғғɪᴄᴜʟᴛ﹐ ɴᴇɪɢʜ ɪᴍᴘᴏssɪʙʟᴇ.
”While I’ll admit you do look formidable foe I would have to disagree on that. I believe I would escape with my life.”
❝ From one woman to another I would urge you to treat me with more respect and not challenge my word. Not to mention my crew which is ready to support my wish. ❞
