Title: Hallelujah
Author: Dorian Elizabeth
Rating: PG, maybe.
Pairing: Will/Jack
Disclaimer: Not mine. If it were, well...I would be wealthy and pleased.
Feedback: Please...it encourages my muse, greatly.
Summary: A songfic, set to, well, I think it's called Hallelujah. The version I know is by Rufus Wainwright, but I know he's not the original artist. That's all I'm saying.
Author's Note: It's short, and I plan on elaborating much more, if people like the ideas I have behind it. So, lemme know what you think. I will continue my story later, I promise. Christmas has just been hectic as anything. Hope everyone has a wonderful holiday! ::Grin::
I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Two bodies stretched, arched. Canopy, gauze and faltering. Dark met with
light, and melted pretenses away. Dark fingers playing light skin,
yielding harmonious noises. Rough lips to lips, skin on skin. Holy
beauty.
Jack hadn't been expecting this; his love welled up inside of him for
the beautiful man sprawled out before him. The trust, the compassion. It
was glorious and he wanted his lover to feel the same.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Hallelujah.
A cry, stifled at first, and then nurtured, a cry to the Heavens with
gratitude and joy. It grew in volume and strength as they stared into
each other's eyes. Deep wells of love, passion, comfort.
Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Jack knew how he had felt for a long time. He knew he belonged in this
world. It wasn't until Will, however, that he realized his capacity for
love. Will was magnificently open and truthful. Will strengthened Jack,
made him more real than he had ever been. As they lay on the silk
sheets, arms and leg intertwined, they whispered their praise.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Maybe I've been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Will had known love before, but not like this. This overwhelming feeling
was more than he could handle. Jack was his. The pirate who belonged
only to himself had become his, and Will loved him so much more for it.
Their caresses grew passionate and desperate as time wore on. Love
breeds pain, and for a man in love with a pirate, that pain can cut
deep.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Hallelujah.
There was a time you'd let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
And remember when I moved in you
The holy dark was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah
Jack had become distant, afraid to tread the deep waters of this love.
He was growing older and more vulnerable. His lifestyle was catching up
to him. He couldn't bear to break Will in the end. But Will noticed his
withdrawal. Their conversations grew terse and painful.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Hallelujah.
Maybe there's a God above
And all I ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
And it's not a cry you can hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Jack's demise brought more pain to Will than he thought bearable. No
longer was his lover by his side, holding him, comforting him. The
legacy Jack had left was all Will possessed of him now. That, and his
tattered hat. Clutching it to his chest, Will approached the bow of the
ship. As he fell forward, he whispered a "Hallelujah" to the stars.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Hallelujah.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Hallelujah.
Author: Dorian Elizabeth
Rating: PG, maybe.
Pairing: Will/Jack
Disclaimer: Not mine. If it were, well...I would be wealthy and pleased.
Feedback: Please...it encourages my muse, greatly.
Summary: A songfic, set to, well, I think it's called Hallelujah. The version I know is by Rufus Wainwright, but I know he's not the original artist. That's all I'm saying.
Author's Note: It's short, and I plan on elaborating much more, if people like the ideas I have behind it. So, lemme know what you think. I will continue my story later, I promise. Christmas has just been hectic as anything. Hope everyone has a wonderful holiday! ::Grin::
I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Two bodies stretched, arched. Canopy, gauze and faltering. Dark met with
light, and melted pretenses away. Dark fingers playing light skin,
yielding harmonious noises. Rough lips to lips, skin on skin. Holy
beauty.
Jack hadn't been expecting this; his love welled up inside of him for
the beautiful man sprawled out before him. The trust, the compassion. It
was glorious and he wanted his lover to feel the same.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Hallelujah.
A cry, stifled at first, and then nurtured, a cry to the Heavens with
gratitude and joy. It grew in volume and strength as they stared into
each other's eyes. Deep wells of love, passion, comfort.
Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Jack knew how he had felt for a long time. He knew he belonged in this
world. It wasn't until Will, however, that he realized his capacity for
love. Will was magnificently open and truthful. Will strengthened Jack,
made him more real than he had ever been. As they lay on the silk
sheets, arms and leg intertwined, they whispered their praise.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Maybe I've been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Will had known love before, but not like this. This overwhelming feeling
was more than he could handle. Jack was his. The pirate who belonged
only to himself had become his, and Will loved him so much more for it.
Their caresses grew passionate and desperate as time wore on. Love
breeds pain, and for a man in love with a pirate, that pain can cut
deep.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Hallelujah.
There was a time you'd let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
And remember when I moved in you
The holy dark was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah
Jack had become distant, afraid to tread the deep waters of this love.
He was growing older and more vulnerable. His lifestyle was catching up
to him. He couldn't bear to break Will in the end. But Will noticed his
withdrawal. Their conversations grew terse and painful.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Hallelujah.
Maybe there's a God above
And all I ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
And it's not a cry you can hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Jack's demise brought more pain to Will than he thought bearable. No
longer was his lover by his side, holding him, comforting him. The
legacy Jack had left was all Will possessed of him now. That, and his
tattered hat. Clutching it to his chest, Will approached the bow of the
ship. As he fell forward, he whispered a "Hallelujah" to the stars.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Hallelujah.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Hallelujah.