Tia-Davy during the Brethren Court

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Jailed, again.

She sits in murky light, in a cell that smells of mold and rats and old seawater, and runs her fingertip around and around the details of her locket. There's a click when she slips a nail into the opening, and a slight whirring, and then her cell is filled with the plaintive plucking of a lullaby--an old song with no words but many memories.

She lets the little melody play, on and on, lilting delicately through her jail, while her eyes follow the track of the cogs and wheels inside.

It's company, of a sort.

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[touch-destiny.livejournal.com]

When she speaks, it's a promise that could be a spell, it comes from her mouth with such conviction.

"I will be free. And when I am, I will give you my heart, and we will be together always."

She curves her hand against his cheek, loving the rough skin beneath her fingers, the faded blue of his eyes, and presses her own face into his touch for the briefest of seconds; hardly anything at all, unless it is held up against years without this touch.

It isn't enough. It can't be, and so she is sorrowful even as she pulls her hand gently away. Within her frame is all the mourning of an ocean torn asunder, but for now none of her turmoil may show.

"If only you had a heart to give."

[doyoufeardeath.livejournal.com]

The man is gone with the loss of her touch, and Jones finds himself trapped with the great claw beyond the bars. For a moment, he gives into rage, closing it about her throat--

--but then it eases, and there is no danger. He will not give her that release.

No. She is damned.

And so is he.

[touch-destiny.livejournal.com]

The crab claw is razor-sharp against her skin, and for the first time she feels fear instead of selfish sorrow. Davy Jones is a danger to be dealt with, a corruption of his duty, but she still needs to know:

"Why have you come?"

The claw slackens, lets go, and she holds still, waiting with fierce curiosity now.

[doyoufeardeath.livejournal.com]

He tries to draw his claw through the bars; it encounters resistance, and no amount of twisting it will get it free. Finally, he cuts to the chase -- passing through the wood forward; not only because it frees him, but because it brings him close to her.

"An' what fate have ye planned for yuir captors?" he asks, avoiding her question entirely.

[touch-destiny.livejournal.com]

"The Brethren Court."

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?"

[doyoufeardeath.livejournal.com]

Doesn't she know? Is she still so cruel, as to make him speak it?

"My heart will always belong to you," he replies mournfully. But that is all he has to say, now -- there is a shadow that beckons, taking him to the solace and comfort of his own ship...

Where he does not have to look upon what he lost.