title: Suicide
warnings: Sparrow/Norrington slash
misc. info: Norrington POV, really strange
Sweet sweet Suicide that calls to me, only to laughingly push me away when I decide I'm finally man enough to lie in her arms. She wants me, wants my soul, and yet she delights at throwing to me scraps, remnamts of people and places I shall never visit, I shall never want.
This last plaything she has thrown to me... He makes me feel in ways that I had killed long long ago... With his glinting teeth and matted hair, he smiles to me, even in my Mistress's lair. He wants me for himself. He smiles to me as if he were master of this land.
Foolish, foolish mortal, to think that what he wants is of importance here! Here, in the moon-lit caverns that my sweet Mistress Suicide calls her own, he has no power. He has nothing but the beads that dance around his face and the hat that reeks of human flesh.
He talks to me when I pass, meaningless, warm words that make me flinch against them. He thiks that I will help him escape his golden cage, that if he tells me meaningless pretty words, I'll let him free.
I won't. I won't. I won't.
As I pass by him, he calls to me, and this time... this time... I go to him, my frown in place, my suspicions hanging over my head.
He crooks a dirty finger at me, and I lean in close to him, becoming fixated with the waarm golden brown of his eyes. He is, of course, nothing compared to the beauty of my mistress Suicide, but...
A kiss, he says, a kiss to remember you by.
I jerk back away from him. No. I am not to kiss any other then my mistress.
Please, he pleads, hands wrapped around the gleaming bars of the cage, to ease my suffering. I know I am to die soon.
These are the words he offers me, and these are the words that make my long-dead heart flutter. I glance over my shoulder, then back to the bird bein gheld hostage, and I know I will do as he wishes.
He knows I have given in, and he reaches a hand to me, hesitation absent as he grabs hold of a piece of my robe and pulls me to him.
He grins, as wicked as a pirate, and without warning, his lips have claimed mine, and all I can do is hold onto the bars that seperate us. His hands flutter through my hair, then down my sides. They travel back up to my neck, then down to my hips. And there they stayed, as the warm heat of his tongue drew across my mouth.
The soft moans and gasps of air traveled the cavern, and as he finally pulled away from me, I couldn't help the whimper that escaped me. He grinned again, the gleam of golden teeth hitting my eyes, and I jumped away, the guilt and fright coursing through me.
I had betrayed my Mistress, betrayed her my befouling myself, by giving my kiss to a dirty captive.
I left him without a look, and never came back to that bright corner of my Mistress's land, never passed by to hear him. Days later, my Mistress told me the news of his escape, and I realized that the Key, the one I held, the one that opened every lock and door, was missing.
It had last been in the pocket of my robe, the day I finally gave in to suicide.