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Still feeling like crap. I didn't go to classes because I had a case of the dizzies and some nausea, there was just no way that I was going to be able to drive and be active in classes.
My mom declared that this means I'm a diabetic. So she did my blood and it turns out that I was in the middle of the range for normal blood sugar levels. She of course declares that this means I'm a diabetic.
Because my blood sugar level was normal.
Yeah, I love living with crazy people. Makes life interesitng.
I wrote a short little PotC fic in the meantime. Still working on a Cordy ficlet which will be out tomorrow, I swear.
Sea Calm
Author: Regala Electra
E-mail: regala_electra@yahoo.com
Rating: R
Summary: Elizabeth is not a pirate.
Pairings: Will/Elizabeth (minor suggestion of Jack/Elizabeth)
Author's Notes: Story of horizons, dreams, and the sea. God, I can't stop myself from using nautical themes. Blame it on illness. And if it's good, then that's just a bonus.
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Elizabeth is not a pirate. She is not becoming a pirate. She is sure of this, as sure of the rising sunlight over the horizon.
But she sits perched at the window, relaxing in her cozy, if not large, home, and watches the ocean every morning, the sun breaks over the waters, a wide swath of golden light, the sea glittering like tempting diamonds. She'd never been much for jewelry and after, well, she'll not be wearing a necklace for a long time, if ever.
There is but a ring on her finger, a lovely golden band, and it is worth more than any treasure.
Treasure, no she doesn't think of that either. If she did, she'd be no better than a pirate, and she is not a pirate.
She's met them up close and while some proved to be everything she had once hoped for, she still dreams of Barbossa's cabin, his cackle thrumming in her ears, the sick smell of a feast full of food just turning, and the sight of his rotted skeletal form. And where one skeleton burns in her dreams, more follow, and she sleeps uneasily, dreading the nightmares.
So yes, she's lost her romantic image of piracy.
Staying in Port Royal is the good choice, the safe choice. Will does not ask her if she wants anything else.
They speak of Jack fondly and none too often.
( Read more... )
My mom declared that this means I'm a diabetic. So she did my blood and it turns out that I was in the middle of the range for normal blood sugar levels. She of course declares that this means I'm a diabetic.
Because my blood sugar level was normal.
Yeah, I love living with crazy people. Makes life interesitng.
I wrote a short little PotC fic in the meantime. Still working on a Cordy ficlet which will be out tomorrow, I swear.
Sea Calm
Author: Regala Electra
E-mail: regala_electra@yahoo.com
Rating: R
Summary: Elizabeth is not a pirate.
Pairings: Will/Elizabeth (minor suggestion of Jack/Elizabeth)
Author's Notes: Story of horizons, dreams, and the sea. God, I can't stop myself from using nautical themes. Blame it on illness. And if it's good, then that's just a bonus.
*
Elizabeth is not a pirate. She is not becoming a pirate. She is sure of this, as sure of the rising sunlight over the horizon.
But she sits perched at the window, relaxing in her cozy, if not large, home, and watches the ocean every morning, the sun breaks over the waters, a wide swath of golden light, the sea glittering like tempting diamonds. She'd never been much for jewelry and after, well, she'll not be wearing a necklace for a long time, if ever.
There is but a ring on her finger, a lovely golden band, and it is worth more than any treasure.
Treasure, no she doesn't think of that either. If she did, she'd be no better than a pirate, and she is not a pirate.
She's met them up close and while some proved to be everything she had once hoped for, she still dreams of Barbossa's cabin, his cackle thrumming in her ears, the sick smell of a feast full of food just turning, and the sight of his rotted skeletal form. And where one skeleton burns in her dreams, more follow, and she sleeps uneasily, dreading the nightmares.
So yes, she's lost her romantic image of piracy.
Staying in Port Royal is the good choice, the safe choice. Will does not ask her if she wants anything else.
They speak of Jack fondly and none too often.
( Read more... )
