Disclaimer: "I love love I love being in love I don't care what it does to me"
(An: -is a slacker- So much else I can be working on… but I don't like it when there's nothing of my favorite pairing.)
#01 - Comfort:
"Why should anyone know joy when I cannot?" he growls, and none of his crew dares point out that it's partially his own fault.
#02 - Kiss:
Her lips brush his, and he wonders where all of his reasoning has went; he was certain he had been telling her exactly why she can't be trusted, but now he can't seem to remember.
#03 - Soft:
His skin is callused and tastes of salt; hers is as soft as a newborn's.
#04 - Pain:
The pain is unbearable; at first all he can do is scream his rage and loss at the gathering thunderheads above.
#05 - Potatoes:
"If y'aren't a pirate, den what are ya diggin' for?"
#06 - Rain:
He wonders if the constant storms after their missed meetings are her tears, and then he shakes himself; such a creature can feel no regret.
#07 - Chocolate:
He refuses to ship the beans when he sees the drink they create; dark and velvety and bittersweet, it reminds him all too much of her.
#08 - Happiness:
His happiness was like a bubble- beautiful, but brief and fragile.
#09 - Telephone:
He pressed the seashell to his ear; instead of the waves, he heard her singing.
#10 - Ears:
Davy fingered his earring with a newfound respect for pirates; that had hurt.
#11 - Name:
"I be Tia Dalma," the woman purred; for some reason, Davy knew she was lying.
#12 - Sensual:
He moans, and she pauses, unsure if she's hurt him or pleased him- at least until he pulls her closer.
#13 - Death:
"Don' make me t'ink 'bout it," she whispered; "Dat be de one t'ing I could not bear."
#14 - Sex:
He is handsome and can be charming when he pleases; she is quite startled to learn he is a virgin.
#15 - Touch:
When Jack brushes his hand against her breast, she panics, for she cannot remember how Davy's skin felt in comparison to his.
#16 - Weakness:
"Why d'ya see love as a fault?" she asks, cocking her head; "It be so powerful."
#17 - Tears:
He looked at the teardrop with horror, not because it saddened him but because he had missed having enough emotion to cry.
#18 - Speed:
Although he had refused her as a lover time after time, he still found himself with a favorable sea and the wind at his back.
#19 - Wind:
"Speak inta it, dear, and I'll always hear ya," and the only time he ever does is to yell, "Why weren't you there?"
#20 - Freedom:
She trickles out of his fingers time and again, always eluding his attempts to make her stay for any longer than she wants- it's odd; before he met her, he thought freedom was a beautiful thing.
#21 - Life:
An eternity doesn't seem like a long time when the one you love is faithful.
#22 - Jealousy:
The Haitian rests a hand on Calypso- no, she's calling herself Tia Dalma now- hip, and Davy has to look away; if he truly doesn't love her, then why does he want to shoot the slave?
#23 - Hands:
She traces the lines on his palm time and again, but she refuses to tell him what she reads there.
#24 - Taste:
She always tastes like salt and brine, but mostly, she tastes like home.
#25 - Devotion:
When she asks him to do the duty that should have been hers, he does not hesitate as with the many times she offered him her body; the absolute trust she sees in his eyes frightens her even as it warms her heart.
#26 - Forever:
"An eternity's a long time, Bootstrap," and the man shrugs- not if it's spent knowing the one you love is out there and safe; it is angering that Bootstrap needs say nothing more for Davy to understand him on that account.
#27 - Blood:
When she is cut, seawater pours from the wound.
#28 - Sickness:
He first met her in the throes of a fever, and it is odd how, so many years later, that fever has still not passed.
#29 - Melody:
"I wrote it for you," he says, almost shyly, and he is rewarded by the childlike joy in her eyes when he plays it for her.
#30 - Star:
"Keep de nort' star at ya back, and I shall find ya."
#31 - Home:
He looked away when she asked and finally said, "I haven't been there in a very long time."
#32 - Confusion:
Whenever she came near, his hands remained locked at his sides (instead of burying themselves in her hair), and he stayed a good distance from her (instead of stepping closer and kissing her senseless), but his traitorous heart started pounding.
#33 - Fear:
"Why will you not answer me?" he demanded, his brogue thick with emotion, and she looked away, stroking the locket at her throat: "Have ya never been afraid, Davy Jones?"
#34 - Lightning/Thunder:
While Davy huddled under a tree and called her all sorts of names, she danced in the storm, laughing with her head thrown back.
#35 - Bonds:
"I trust ya as I trust no one else," and she presses her body against his, whispering in his ear.
#36 - Market:
She prides herself on driving a hard bargain, but he refuses to bend to her demands, instead making ones of his own.
#37 - Technology:
"De old ways always de best," she says, closing his hands over the crab shells.
#38 - Gift:
He looked from his resurrected ship to her, and, as though sensing his thoughts (I can't possibly repay her for this), she smiled, taking his arm: "It be a gift, m'love."
#39 - Smile:
Only when she is asleep does he allow himself to stare at her and smile like a lovesick teenager.
#40 - Innocence:
He is red-haired; the blush that spreads across his face when he touches her shoulder to wake her and discovers she sleeps naked is absolutely delicious.
#41 - Completion:
He screamed when he finished, but it wasn't until afterward, when she curled next to him, that he realized he had never felt such complete, unsullied happiness.
#42 - Clouds:
"De lives of men," she says, her voice trembling as much as her hand in his, "be but clouds dat pass 'cross de sky above me- do not ask me to endure your death, Davy Jones."
#43 - Sky:
Before, he always had a clear sky above him; after, he was lucky if he went a day without rain, but that suited him just fine.
#44 - Heaven:
"Let me show you de pat' ta heaven's door," she murmured, brushing her thumb against his hipbone, and he shivered, a grin spreading across his face even as he shoved her away.
#45 - Hell:
"I could imagine no harsher punishment than being separated from you," he whispered, his eyes holding hers with terrible solemnity; usually, he had to touch her to make her shiver like that.
#46 - Sun:
She smiles at the sleeping man, his skin flushed with sunburn and fever: "I have such plans for ya, Davy Jones."
#47 - Moon:
The moon pulled her close and pushed her away; whenever she looked at it, she thought of him.
#48 - Waves:
Pleasure, anger pain: he wondered if she did anything by halves- but, he supposed, the sea doesn't stand still, so why would she give him a break?
#49 - Hair:
He allows her to braid the beads in his beard ("I wish to protect ya, Davy Jones- be dat a crime?"), but he draws the line at dreadlocks- "Unlike you, dear, I like hygeine."
#50 - Supernova:
When she kissed him, he felt none of the silly things his friends had told him about ("a shock, like"); instead, he felt an overpowering sense of rightness that she called destiny and he could not ignore.
(…so… yeah… If you know of any good Calypso/Davys, tell me- if there's enough I might start a c2.)