Hatred of them is the only thing that could draw her away from him at this moment, and she stalks to the edge of her cage, wrapping long fingers around her bars. Her teeth bare in something that is nowhere near a smile.
"The last thing they will know in this life is how cruel I can be."
But she isn't alone, and she isn't free--yet--and when she hears him begin to move, she half turns, one hand still clutching the metal that bars her in.
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Date: 2007-10-12 01:39 am (UTC)Hatred of them is the only thing that could draw her away from him at this moment, and she stalks to the edge of her cage, wrapping long fingers around her bars. Her teeth bare in something that is nowhere near a smile.
"The last thing they will know in this life is how cruel I can be."
But she isn't alone, and she isn't free--yet--and when she hears him begin to move, she half turns, one hand still clutching the metal that bars her in.
"And what of your fate? Davy Jones?"