Pairing: Davy Jones and Calypso
Word Count: 152
Prompt: Whisper
From Whispers to Ash
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Rain drops danced upon his flesh amidst a sea of tormented betrayal. Each drop cried out in anguish of a once forgotten love affair, piercing his skin with meticulous intricacy.
The warm, familiar feeling that once rested deep within his ribcage had fallen into a dark abyss – no longer recognizable. Sweet whispers of devotion and benevolence turned to a distasteful ash in his mouth, causing him to grimace at the very thought of her.
"Calypso!" he cried out to the tumultuous sky. 'You pretended to love me.'
The Dead Man's Chest held a voracious luxury. The luxury of a man who was too eager to evade the backlash of a woman's scorn and the repercussions of a heart denied of natural human impulses. So much so that it caused his blood to boil into a spine curdling bellow from the depths of his soul, for he knew he would never be forgiven.
