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[themeletor]

Two... um, things, written for cjk1701's Norrington Challenge. Posted in the reverse order of their respective times of creation.

2:

thop, thop, thop, thop

The noise continued, rhythmic and soft, but percussive as a beat to quarters, just to the left of Jack’s ear. He didn’t think he’d ever heard a ship make such a noise, but maybe the storm had jostled something in the Marietta’s bulwarks. Because the only other thing or person in the sick berth was … James. Jack let an eyebrow crawl up into a point, stretching his eyelid out as he tried to keep it shut. A quick tilt of his head determined, Aye, ‘s him.

thop-thop-thop-thop-thop-

James picked up speed, took it at double-time. The hits resounded in his inner ear like the soft, comforting cousin of a clever broadside. His wrist had gone cramped and numb long ago, it seemed. He rested the heel of his hand and restricted movement to his long middle finger only, curled and striking over and over. He bit his lip and squirmed again, discreetly.

taptaptaptaptaptaptaptaptaptaptap

“Damn and sink you, J, what are you doing?”
“Thinking.”
Jack sighed and shimmied deeper into his hammock.
“’Bout the tadpole?”
“Mm-mm.”
That was a yes. The knocking slowed again.

thup, thup, thup

“I’m inclined to trust him.”
James pulled a tight frown.

thumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthump

Jack flung his eyes open and twisted over onto one elbow. “James Norrington, if you don’t stop that you’ll—”
James quit tapping long enough to hook his fingers over his shirt collar and pull down. A small, round callous perched on his prominent collarbone, about three inches in from his shoulder. Where he'd been tapping.
“—Ah’m. You think a lot, then?”
James’ night-pale lips quirked into a thin, lopsided smile. “Nervous habit.”

and

1:
James Norrington loves the smell of sage. As a shock-eyed lip-peeling new commander he’d snuck into his steward’s pantry and crushed the desiccated leaves into little flakes that coloured his fingertips a pale, dusty green and tossed fragranced powder up into his nostrils. Sharp, clean, with a rich, antiqued undertone and a regal bearing. He doesn’t quite know how any scent can have a regal bearing, but he’s tried to emulate it ever since.

They'll go into my fic lj if I really get to like them.

Comments

[captain-molly.livejournal.com]

Oooh I like the really short one. I haven't been keeping up with PotT, but I really should. *smacks self*

[tiggothy.livejournal.com]

Oooh, I like both of them. Even though the confused state of my poor little brain means I'm struggling to understand stuff... Apologies, I'll post something better when I'm more awake *hugs 'n' rum*

[jaekayelle.livejournal.com]

Ditto what tiggothy said. But I esp. like the second one because it makes me smile to think that James is trying to emulate a herb (basil?) It gives him a personality quirk that's so James and yet a bit odd, and that's a good thing. :)

[meletor-et-al.livejournal.com]

*grin* thanks! It just, kinda, hit me. I love it when that happens.

I haven't been keeping up with PotT, but I really should.
Eh, don't worry about it. If you get the time and feel like reading it, I'd absolutely die for your opinion. But I know it's a lot of reading, so. No worries, milady.

[meletor-et-al.livejournal.com]

(basil?)
Sage, actually.

I'm so glad you like! .::beams and feels v. glowy::.
James... yeah, he's a wierd one. *nod*

[drbillbongo.livejournal.com]

I especially like the first one! Very funny! And you know, I'm doing that, too. So James is definitely not alone. ;)

[order_of_chaos]

He doesn’t quite know how any scent can have a regal bearing, but he’s tried to emulate it ever since.

I really really like that line. The rest's good too, but... Sage. Regal bearing.

[elessil.livejournal.com]

Mmm..Sage, the James-smell.

[daughtermestizo.livejournal.com]

Cute! Nya nya nya.

Question. Do you have an mp3 of that Queen's Navee song you had on one of your icons? I'd love to have it!

D-M

[tseek-unique.livejournal.com]

Both are quite enjoyable. The first has a simple, firmly defined dialogue that works well and the second is right on. Yes, I can imagine James smelling of this wonderful spice. So like him and the green imagery is tantalizing.

[jenlan.livejournal.com]

Nervous habit! It's actually sweet and endearing to see this little habit of his. And the regal-ness of sage. Brilliant. Personally, I've always been inclined to parsley myself...overall mild but with just a hint of freshness and light bite (ok, more like nibble really....) LOL ignore my ramblings, it's late and my brain is starting to take those weird turns....