"The honest answer to whatever it is I'd be wanting to know," Jack finishes for him with a slight bow of his head in leiu of being able to make one with his body, still standing close to Norrington as he is. "Agreed."
Now remains the question of what he actually does want to know. A great many things entice and interest him about the Commodore. The obsession he seems to have with Jack hisself is one of the many. As is now this troubled look at the way Jack kissed him. This want to pull away from anything resembling kind affection. Jack's arm goes slack about Norrington's waist, letting him walk away (for now) if he so chooses. It seems to him that Norrington reacts like the kiss was meant to mean something instead of just another play in their games. And what if it does begin to mean something? What does that mean for the Commodore then?
In all his thinking, glorious as it is, Jack thought that bedding Norrington might be all he could hope for, but now... To get the man to have true affection for him, all them tender and stirring feelings of love that could be seen in young William's eyes when he looked at Elizabeth -- well now that is something quite different. And quite more powerful. And if Jack could accomplish that, whose to say what he could put to good use?
His plan keeps morphing on him, becoming grander and more bold with every step the Commodore takes. Thank the stars Jack knows his footwork.
He lets his eyes linger over the lines and shape of Norrington's face, not paying attention to his eyes but the small, pocket thumbprint at the corner of his mouth as he smiles. Thinks how one day he is going to place a kiss right there and feel it form beneath his lips.
"What I want to be knowing is..." he muses, pausing for no other purpose than it sounds the place for a good pause. "Why pirates"? Contemplative and calm, Jack finally drags his eyes back up to meet Norrington's. "What'd we do to make you so set on hanging us?"
It's fitting, Jack thinks, to have a question about Norrington's deliberate assassination of pirates when Jack is offering him the chance to become one. A chance he's willing to bet Norrington will take, if for no other reason that the Commodore seems to trust him enough to stay true to his word and to answer his question honestly. Trusts Jack enough for that. Should be able to trust Jack enough to sail as his second in command. To take a chance and know the real life of piracy. Jack's brand of piracy.
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Now remains the question of what he actually does want to know. A great many things entice and interest him about the Commodore. The obsession he seems to have with Jack hisself is one of the many. As is now this troubled look at the way Jack kissed him. This want to pull away from anything resembling kind affection. Jack's arm goes slack about Norrington's waist, letting him walk away (for now) if he so chooses. It seems to him that Norrington reacts like the kiss was meant to mean something instead of just another play in their games. And what if it does begin to mean something? What does that mean for the Commodore then?
In all his thinking, glorious as it is, Jack thought that bedding Norrington might be all he could hope for, but now... To get the man to have true affection for him, all them tender and stirring feelings of love that could be seen in young William's eyes when he looked at Elizabeth -- well now that is something quite different. And quite more powerful. And if Jack could accomplish that, whose to say what he could put to good use?
His plan keeps morphing on him, becoming grander and more bold with every step the Commodore takes. Thank the stars Jack knows his footwork.
He lets his eyes linger over the lines and shape of Norrington's face, not paying attention to his eyes but the small, pocket thumbprint at the corner of his mouth as he smiles. Thinks how one day he is going to place a kiss right there and feel it form beneath his lips.
"What I want to be knowing is..." he muses, pausing for no other purpose than it sounds the place for a good pause. "Why pirates"? Contemplative and calm, Jack finally drags his eyes back up to meet Norrington's. "What'd we do to make you so set on hanging us?"
It's fitting, Jack thinks, to have a question about Norrington's deliberate assassination of pirates when Jack is offering him the chance to become one. A chance he's willing to bet Norrington will take, if for no other reason that the Commodore seems to trust him enough to stay true to his word and to answer his question honestly. Trusts Jack enough for that. Should be able to trust Jack enough to sail as his second in command. To take a chance and know the real life of piracy. Jack's brand of piracy.