Hello Lovelies. I would like to say thank you for even just clicking on this little fic. I will try to update as many times a week I can. But you know, Real Life calls, a lot. Anyways I give you a Pirates of the Caribbean Fic. I do not own anyone but Aria and Samie oh and the mention of Vallen.
Black and white. Dark and light. There was nothing special about these two
opposites, but if used right they can make such splendor. The room that was
black and the light which was white, both contrasted well for this particular
reverie. Was it? Maybe it's all a dream. As the black stayed put, it was the
white that kept moving. Moving along with the two distinct figures gracefully
dancing upon the mist; mist swirling around the couple as they clung onto each
other and keeping up with one another. If there were other dancers, they would've
been jealous. The girl's bright green eyes shimmered in that white light, as they stared up
into her partner's. Her full red lips were naturally pouted, her pale skin
actually glowing, and her long dark brown hair piled in curls on her head felt
like silk, some tresses falling out and brushing along her bare shoulders. The
dress she wore was elegant; it was a dull shade of green to make her eyes
stand out. The corset fit her torso perfectly, hugging her flat stomach and
pushing up her nicely rounded breasts. The skirt trained all the way down to
the floor, covering her bare feet which felt the soft ground. Grass; how odd.
The man held the young girl's waist with his right hand, while the left held
her right in a firm grip, that sent electrifying shivers to go up her arm
towards her heart. Those dark, celestial eyes penetrating through hers made
her breathing labored under his intense gaze. Full lips pulled up at the
corners, them turning into his famous smirk. The smirk that made her stomach
flutter and if he spoke, his voice would've left her mind boggled. No words
were to be spoken, only actions, and the pirate had one move he'd been wanting
to make for a while.
The trinkets in his highlighted dreadlocks jingled together with every twirl,
turn, and step. His crimson bandana tied around them to accentuate his
handsome face, but despite the scars and scratches, he was something to
behold. Even the tri-corn hat on top his head only made him irresistible to
the eye. Aria wanted to tell him the words that played over and over in her
head, but of course, they never came. Instead, Captain Jack Sparrow spun her
once before pulling her back against him. The breath came right of the girl
and she gasped when she found herself in the arms of the pirate, as he slowly
dipped her.
Jack's eyes grazed over her features once before, making her feel exposed, and
they came to rest on her red lips. He subconsciously licked his and Aria could
feel her heart beating faster and faster in her chest. Suddenly the grass was
at her back and the mist was swirling all around them both. Jack came to lie
on top of the girl, slightly supporting himself on his elbows. Ringed fingers
stroked her flawless cheek delicately, until they trailed down to her jawbone
and finally traced her lips. Aria had no time to speak because as soon as she
parted them, Jack's came crashing down onto hers. Her eyes closed at the
contact, along with a moan in her throat as he possessively pulled on her
mouth with his, taking her bottom lip between his teeth.
By then, the mist swirled viscously about until it coated them both and
nothing else could be seen…
Wetness covered her cheek, as Aria peeled open her eyes to find a fluffy white Samoyed breathing heavily beside her face. She sighed through her nose, suddenly feeling disappointed in being woken up, but glad to be awake nonetheless. Who knew how long that dream would've last? Or, what might happen next.
"Okay, okay, I'm up and a good morning to you too, Samie," she said, smiling at the dog as it finally sensed her attention and started wagging its tail rapidly. "Someone's happy to see me and I am most definitely happy to see you. You hungry?"
With those words said, Samie jumped out of the bed and ran straight into the Kitchen. Aria laughed, getting up as well. "Hold on! I'm coming you silly! Ah, you're too funny," she said, watching the dog run about her legs happily.
"What would I do without you?" Artists of all kinds don't literally stay in one place. They tend to move around to different locations within time, searching for their one inspiration to their art, creativity, and life itself. That's exactly what I was trying to do when I moved to Liverpool, England. Not only did I want to fulfill my dream as a starving artist exhibiting my paintings in different countries, being known all over the world when I die, but there was a more dire situation at hand: I needed a place to start all that and England was my last chance in doing what I love as my job. Coming in from America was difficult; I wasn't very rich, but with the extra money I got from babysitting, I was able to afford a fundable ticket. In one week notice to my family, I packed my supplies, said my good byes, and left my old life for a much better one. Of course, my future still did not look too bright. I live in the smallest apartment I've ever seen and it smelled like someone just recently died. All thanks to my stupid landlord, Vallen, who not only has perverted eyes set on me, but doesn't allow any animals whatsoever in the apartment building. How can someone so rotten, vile, and annoying be so disheartened? Everyone loves pets! Okay, well, not everyone, most of everyone, which included me! Jerk. I had never worked so many "huge" projects before, my apartment being one of them. It had taken me a good whole month to have it well furnished, cleaned, and refreshened to my own tastes, but it kept me busy and that was all right. It wasn't until one day I brought home the cutest Samoyed I've ever seen, did I become cryptic when Vallen actually let me keep her. Just that one move he made got me pensive for a while and I tried figuring out why he suddenly let me have a dog in my apartment. I was glad for it, but…what will the others think? You see, it all started like this: It was two years ago. That morning was like every other morning, where I would get up, beat the alarm clock until it stopped screaming at my ear ,eat breakfast, and then go out for my morning jog around town. I always stopped in front of Helen's Pets, a small pet shop six blocks from where I lived, and the thing was that I never really paid much attention to any of the animals inside, or most particular, the window. I rested in my same spot outside the store on the green bench right in front, that I turned my head for a glance. There she was. Not only did she become my best friend, but the inspiration I've been searching for. A chance in a lifetime. A white fluff she was, bouncing about with the others, but they weren't as special as her. When I approached the window, she came up to it, both front paws leaning on the glass and her exotic, questioning blue eyes locking onto my stunned green ones. I knew at that very point in time, she was the reason. The reason for everything. Usually after long walks, paint wars, and messy clean up time, we would then cuddle up in bed to read the latest novel that found its way on shelves. "Samie, I can tell you anything, right?" I asked, while rubbing the pup's ear. All I got was a bark in reply and I smiled, lightly bumping my head to her soft one to which she muzzled. "Well, you see, I've been having these dreams lately. More like the same dream," I said, looking distant for a while, before gazing back into her excited eyes. "Can you guess of who?" Samie causally pointed her muzzle in the direction of the Pirates of the Caribbean poster hanging beside the door. The only poster I owned because Vallen also didn't want anything hanging on the walls that was paper; it was a fire hazard, but as always, I never listened. The fourth movie came out a month ago and I became even more fascinated by the time period, which was an odd thing for me because I never really liked history. It was very boring at school, but Pirates changed that perspective. "Wow, you may know me all too well." I chuckled, scooting the dog off the bed."Well girl, it's time for bed. I love you and good night." I whispered the last part in her left ear, planting a soft kiss behind it and with that, Samie bounced off the bed. She ran over to her own little space beside the night stand. A big, puffy pink cushion with her favorite chew toy beside it, a fake squeaky steak. Samie did what she always did before going to bed; she would climb onto it, circle around for a comfortable position, stretch and yawn, before finally lying on her side. I admired her so with a sweet grin, falling asleep afterwards, but not everyone slept all night…