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"So what did you need me to do on such short notice?" Will asked, letting annoyance and sarcasm drip into his words.
"If you're going to be a blacksmith, you need to have a flexible schedule," defended Will's mentor.
"If I'm going to be a husband, I need to be with my fiancée in the days before my wedding," Will sighed, picking up the hammer and pulled a sword out of the kiln. He began to hammer it with a vengeance against the pedestal.
He was angry at having to waste a perfect day with his fiancée and best friend (who was almost never here) in this musty, dusty workhouse.
He hammered one place in the blade one too many times, because one was all it took to make the hot malleable metal fall apart.
Will gave a shout of frustration and threw the hammer into the wall. It hit a sword and both of them clamored to the floor loudly. His mentor's hand appeared on his shoulder.
"If it matters that much to you, you can go, I guess."
"Thank you, sir," Will said, surprised that he would let him go just like that.
As he was leaving, he heard the old man mutter, "Not going to be much use if 'es going to be breakin' th' swords anyhow."
Will rolled his eyes. The surprise left him as he realized why the man really let him leave. He'd just wanted him out to get the swords out of harm's way. Oh well. It didn't matter now. He just had to find Elizabeth and Jack. It would be harder than it sounded.
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After paying for Jack's new outfits, Elizabeth and Jack started to walk toward the door. Before they'd gotten 3 steps, Elizabeth started admiring a yellow dress. She ran her hands over the front. It felt like water.
Jack took the shimmering dress off of the wall and held it to her shoulder. Jack grinned, his gold teeth glimmering to match the dress. Elizabeth swished her hips back and forth. The dress whispered to the floorboards as it swished along with her body.
Jack imagined how radiant she would look if she were actually wearing the dress. He wondered how it would feel to run his hands over her perfect body with that perfect dress on.
His fingers played in her hair and the back of his fingers caressed her cheek. His finger pads pressed against her skull and he twined them back into her hair. Then they ran down the tangle-less locks and to her shoulder. Then they went down her arm and onto her waist. They stopped and rested on her hips.
His fingers then hit a piece of paper. He turned it over to look at it and found that it was a price tag. The price made him cough oddly enough.
Elizabeth frowned. "What is it?" she asked puzzled.
Jack still was unable to speak so he showed her the price tag. She gaped along with him. (A/N: I don't know what the price would be in shillings, and if I did, you all prolly wouldn't, and if you do, could you tell me? Anyway, just say the price was about $1500 here.)
"At a charity market?!" Elizabeth practically screeched.
"Oh that's our constant section ma'am," offered the counter-woman cheerfully. "We order those clothes for when donations are low, don't you see."
They stood back and saw that the dress had many duplicates in different sizes.
"Oh, so it is!" Jack managed to say in a tone as if he had known it all along but just forgot.
They hung the dress up and turned toward the window.
Will was standing outside. He had a funny look on his face.
*~*~*~* Earlier *~*~*~*
Will had been walking for some time and was glancing in every window. He passed a charity store and his glances were getting more and more brief.
He was about to move on, but then he did a double take at what he thought was Elizabeth and Jack, except it couldn't have been them, because they were standing facing each other and Jack was touching Elizabeth's face and neck lovingly. She also had that look that a child gets when it receives a new toy, or a young woman gets when she wins the affections of a new man.
Before he could examine the scene more closely a man who seemed to be dressed only in the dirt and filth that caked on his skin held out a cup. There were several coins in the cup already and Will tossed in a donation of his own. The man smiled and nodded his appreciation before moving on.
Will finally looked back and saw Jack holding a beautiful shimmering gold dress to Elizabeth. Her smile was only one of admiration of a new dress, not excitement of having a new man to play with. His hand had appeared to be stroking her neck lovingly, but now seemed only to hold the dress in front of her. His hand held a piece of paper attached to the midsection of the dress.
They both glanced at the counter and then at the wall where the dress had come from, their heads turning in unison. Jack's mouth moved, and they put the dress back and turned toward him.
Elizabeth's softly smiling mouth broadened into a grin and formed his name. This made him grin.
No one noticed Jack's face contorting into a look of anger, sadness, even hurt face. In another instant, it was gone.
They walked to the door to meet Will. He greeted Jack by stating his name. He said Elizabeth's name greeting softer because his face was inches from hers. He laid his lips across hers and kissed her as part two of his greeting.
Once again, Jack's hand subconsciously went to the pistol beneath his shirt. One of these days...
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Hope you all liked it. It's a little longer to apologize for taking so long even with a four day weekend, I was... um... ABDUCTED. Yep that's it. I was abducted by the procrastination demons. Heheh sorry. I heart reviews. Yea. HEY INSERT YOUR EMAIL INTO A REVIEW AND RECEIVE UPDATE EMAILS!!!!!
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"So what did you need me to do on such short notice?" Will asked, letting annoyance and sarcasm drip into his words.
"If you're going to be a blacksmith, you need to have a flexible schedule," defended Will's mentor.
"If I'm going to be a husband, I need to be with my fiancée in the days before my wedding," Will sighed, picking up the hammer and pulled a sword out of the kiln. He began to hammer it with a vengeance against the pedestal.
He was angry at having to waste a perfect day with his fiancée and best friend (who was almost never here) in this musty, dusty workhouse.
He hammered one place in the blade one too many times, because one was all it took to make the hot malleable metal fall apart.
Will gave a shout of frustration and threw the hammer into the wall. It hit a sword and both of them clamored to the floor loudly. His mentor's hand appeared on his shoulder.
"If it matters that much to you, you can go, I guess."
"Thank you, sir," Will said, surprised that he would let him go just like that.
As he was leaving, he heard the old man mutter, "Not going to be much use if 'es going to be breakin' th' swords anyhow."
Will rolled his eyes. The surprise left him as he realized why the man really let him leave. He'd just wanted him out to get the swords out of harm's way. Oh well. It didn't matter now. He just had to find Elizabeth and Jack. It would be harder than it sounded.
*~*~*~*
After paying for Jack's new outfits, Elizabeth and Jack started to walk toward the door. Before they'd gotten 3 steps, Elizabeth started admiring a yellow dress. She ran her hands over the front. It felt like water.
Jack took the shimmering dress off of the wall and held it to her shoulder. Jack grinned, his gold teeth glimmering to match the dress. Elizabeth swished her hips back and forth. The dress whispered to the floorboards as it swished along with her body.
Jack imagined how radiant she would look if she were actually wearing the dress. He wondered how it would feel to run his hands over her perfect body with that perfect dress on.
His fingers played in her hair and the back of his fingers caressed her cheek. His finger pads pressed against her skull and he twined them back into her hair. Then they ran down the tangle-less locks and to her shoulder. Then they went down her arm and onto her waist. They stopped and rested on her hips.
His fingers then hit a piece of paper. He turned it over to look at it and found that it was a price tag. The price made him cough oddly enough.
Elizabeth frowned. "What is it?" she asked puzzled.
Jack still was unable to speak so he showed her the price tag. She gaped along with him. (A/N: I don't know what the price would be in shillings, and if I did, you all prolly wouldn't, and if you do, could you tell me? Anyway, just say the price was about $1500 here.)
"At a charity market?!" Elizabeth practically screeched.
"Oh that's our constant section ma'am," offered the counter-woman cheerfully. "We order those clothes for when donations are low, don't you see."
They stood back and saw that the dress had many duplicates in different sizes.
"Oh, so it is!" Jack managed to say in a tone as if he had known it all along but just forgot.
They hung the dress up and turned toward the window.
Will was standing outside. He had a funny look on his face.
*~*~*~* Earlier *~*~*~*
Will had been walking for some time and was glancing in every window. He passed a charity store and his glances were getting more and more brief.
He was about to move on, but then he did a double take at what he thought was Elizabeth and Jack, except it couldn't have been them, because they were standing facing each other and Jack was touching Elizabeth's face and neck lovingly. She also had that look that a child gets when it receives a new toy, or a young woman gets when she wins the affections of a new man.
Before he could examine the scene more closely a man who seemed to be dressed only in the dirt and filth that caked on his skin held out a cup. There were several coins in the cup already and Will tossed in a donation of his own. The man smiled and nodded his appreciation before moving on.
Will finally looked back and saw Jack holding a beautiful shimmering gold dress to Elizabeth. Her smile was only one of admiration of a new dress, not excitement of having a new man to play with. His hand had appeared to be stroking her neck lovingly, but now seemed only to hold the dress in front of her. His hand held a piece of paper attached to the midsection of the dress.
They both glanced at the counter and then at the wall where the dress had come from, their heads turning in unison. Jack's mouth moved, and they put the dress back and turned toward him.
Elizabeth's softly smiling mouth broadened into a grin and formed his name. This made him grin.
No one noticed Jack's face contorting into a look of anger, sadness, even hurt face. In another instant, it was gone.
They walked to the door to meet Will. He greeted Jack by stating his name. He said Elizabeth's name greeting softer because his face was inches from hers. He laid his lips across hers and kissed her as part two of his greeting.
Once again, Jack's hand subconsciously went to the pistol beneath his shirt. One of these days...
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Hope you all liked it. It's a little longer to apologize for taking so long even with a four day weekend, I was... um... ABDUCTED. Yep that's it. I was abducted by the procrastination demons. Heheh sorry. I heart reviews. Yea. HEY INSERT YOUR EMAIL INTO A REVIEW AND RECEIVE UPDATE EMAILS!!!!!