ALL I HAVE OR SHOULD WANT TO BE BUT NEVER COULD. Its Coming At, Its Coming At, Its Coming At My Heart;

ALL I HAVE OR SHOULD WANT TO BE BUT NEVER COULD. it’s coming at, it’s coming at, it’s coming at my heart; to spoil my soul with fire. who are you to take over my mind with your eyes on me. all for you I am climbing the sky of golden green. ANGEL GREEN & BLUE, i’m gonna leave my mind with you. it’s coming at, it’s coming at, it’s coming at my heart. i know, i see, i wanna be just free.  i  know ,  it  craves ,  it's  running  through  my  veins  to  spoil  my  soul  with  fire.  C  /  BLOG  /  DOC  /  ASK  /  21+ ONLY  /  GMT  /  BOOK  CANON  ONLY  /  EST 2014.    

ALL I HAVE OR SHOULD WANT TO BE BUT NEVER COULD. it’s coming at, it’s coming at, it’s coming at my heart; to spoil my soul with fire. who are you to take over my mind with your eyes on me. all for you I am climbing the sky of golden green. ANGEL GREEN & BLUE, i’m gonna leave my mind with you. it’s coming at, it’s coming at, it’s coming at my heart. i know, i see, i wanna be just free.  i  know ,  it  craves ,  it's  running  through  my  veins  to  spoil  my  soul  with  fire.  C  /  BLOG  /  DOC  /  ASK  /  21+ ONLY  /  GMT  /  BOOK  CANON  ONLY  /  EST 2014.    

❝   —  PEACE ! LAND ! VICTORY !  i’ll give you sea dragon point  &  the stony shore, black earth  &  tall trees  &  stones enough for every younger son to build a hall.  &  we’ll have the northmen, too  —  as friends to stand with us against the iron throne.  (  …)   your choice is simple :  crown me for peace&victory,  or crown my nuncle for more war  &  more defeat.  what will you have, ironmen ?  VICTORY !  VICTORY  &  ASHA ! ❞    independent book-canon asha greyjoy.   written by rosemary.  iconless / low activity / est 05/14.  sideblog to @musecraft .

🪐 — JACK SPARROW​  for  calypso !

        Jack smiled faintly to himself at her words, casting his gaze down at the wooden table. Strength of spirit. There was something oddly comforting about that description: he’d always remembered her as softly spoken, preferring to never raise her voice if she could. Kind, which he now knew made her a rarity in this world. Compassionate. But there must have been something strong about her too, or else she would have never been able to handle a man like Teague. Jack’s smile turned sad. “ Sometimes I wonder what she saw in him. ” They’d loved each other once. He had to believe that. But whatever she’d loved in him had disappeared in the years since — had likely disappeared from this world the very same moment she had, if not long before.

       “ Did she seem happy? That time you saw her? ” Before he was born. He could not recall anything specific, could scarcely even recall what she looked like, but as a child he had never been able to shake the idea that sadness seemed to cling to her very being. No matter how much she smiled. No matter how many bright, happy memories of her he had. And, while he had never known why at the time, looking back in hindsight made him wonder whether his presence in their lives had been to blame. There were flashes of arguments in his memories, too. Shipwreck Cove is no place for a child. Jack absentmindedly picked at a groove in the table. He couldn’t help but wonder.

     THE BOY BEFORE HER  turns sullen when he speaks of his father.  &  calypso feels her body laugh softly in spite of the seriousness of his tone.  to her, it did not seem so long ago that teague first sat here in this very same shack, at this very same table.  &  he had been nearly the same age then as jack was now  —  at least, so she thought.  but then, it was still difficult to tell the age of the humans when they grew so fast  &  yet lived such short lives.  every time she had seen teague since that first, he had aged noticeably.  &  jack would do just the same.  it was a shame, the way that time had a way of turning curious, quick, handsome young boys into tired, embittered men.  perhaps one day, jack would be more like his father than he thought possible now.                            &  though the goddess had been surprised to find she actually enjoyed the boy’s company  — his quick wit  &  his curiosity helping the days pass just a little faster — she could only hope that she wouldn’t be present to see it. she would loathe to find herself still here in another handful of decades, seated at this same table  &  discussing whatever mortal woman who had caught jack’s attentions with the next in an infinite line of sons who believed themselves so much better than their fathers.         it’s a sour thought,  &  her attentions return quickly to jack as he is before her now  —  still scarcely more than a child himself, seeking solace for his grief.  comfort is something she of all beings is ill-equipped to deliver, but still there is an attempt at gentleness in her tone when she speaks.  ❝ take it from me, witty jack, you can never really tell from the outside whether someone is truly happy or not.  especially a woman. ❞  &  then she smiles wide enough that both rows of tia dalma’s blackened teeth show  &  gives a nod,  the many shells  &  beads in her hair clinking together softly with the movement.  ❝ but your mother chose her life  —  that is the most that any of us can ask. ❞

🪐 — EDWARD TEACH   for  stede !

❛  ’s yours.  ❜   head drops against the sturdy wood to his back as he speaks,  tongue loosened up and mind rendered to a heap of half coherent jumble.  with the whole of his attention snagged by the sight of stede’s grin growing deeper,  this is even worse than the night edward asked to run him through.  foolish thoughts and the thundering of his heart plaguing him with no mercy.  well,  only the gentleman pirate can say to have made a fool out of blackbeard himself,  doing nothing more than simply dropping into his life with his linens and lavender soup and that lovely grin of his that scrunches up his nose sometimes.   ❛  aren’t ya supposed to be a gentleman,  though?  or have i already made a scoundrel out of you,  stede bonnet?  ❜   it’s edward’s turn to flash him a grin,  a valiant attempt at appearing unbothered on his part.  or at least,  a little less like someone that desperately wants to kiss the bloke in front of him silly.  just a little would suffice,  truly.

    IT’S SUDDENLY UNCLEAR  to him if they’re still dueling, given that edward’s not even struggling to free himself from stede’s pin.  &  his smile grows suspicious, eyes narrowing slightly as he takes in the unbelievably gentle look that edward graces him with. perhaps this is all a test, some kind of lesson to never let your guard down, even when you think you’ve gotten your enemy beaten.  &  he lifts his blade just a degree, anticipating some trick to come. even now, he had to believe that edward could slip out of his hold if stede drops his focus even for an instant, quick  &  graceful as he ever was. but he only smiles, still  &  relaxed, as if content to have lost.   ❝ one can be obey all the rules of good etiquette  &  still be a fearsome foeman, i should think, ❞  stede replies.  &  his arm does not budge from edward’s chest, reveling for another moment in his win. whether temporary or not, stede intended to enjoy the moment of triumph. one day, perhaps he could tell his children he had conquered the fearsome blackbeard in hand to hand combat.  ❝ &  the rules of battle dictate that to the victor go the spoils.  so it would seem to me that your life’s now mine to do with as i please. ❞

🪐 — WILL TURNER​  for  calypso !

THERE’S SOMETHING about Tia Dalma Calypso that makes him reflect,  and talk.  One might suggest it’s her air of mysticism,  or her divine powers  –  though it’s more likely her charm and insight that really reveals his most inner thoughts.  ❝ Maybe it’s better to be an outlaw with purpose than a citizen without. ❞  

          Turner justifies his current life of piracy thus,  feeling that he ought to since not long ago he’d have found pleasure in dispatching pirates with his own blade  ( as he’d once threatened Jack,  when they first faced each other ).  There must be some good reasons for his complete change of opinion;  with a heart that seeks such justice as his does,  it was perhaps inevitable that he’d end up following it down whatever path it took. ​

      HER SKIN IS ITCHY,  uncomfortable, more than a size too small.  &  while the goddess had been imprisoned for many decades already  — trapped within a single ever-unchanging shape, in a shack in the salt-swamps  — being aboard a sea-bound vessel was somehow far worse.  in another form, she could dive into the waves with ease, or even merge with them entirely.  but confined as she is, she has no choice but to wait, dreaming of the opportunity for freedom  —  &  vengeance.                                                                                    &  yet in the presence of young will turner, the current of fate that pulls at her becomes ever stronger.   it will be him who gives his heart to the dutchman,  he who fulfills the spell she had created all those years ago.  this much she can feel even from within the bones she is still confined to, though her pathetic mortal eyes are too blind to see clearly yet  exactly how  it would all come to pass.   &  for someone who is so close to losing his heart, will still seems as uncertain about his path as she does.  as if either of them will have any choice, in the end.  all beings, mortal  &  mythic alike, are helpless to the unrelenting passage of their destiny.  ❝ men create laws, &  unmake them just as quickly.  but some men serve a more important purpose. ❞   &  the goddess affixes him with a curious look, her dark stare wide  &  close as she takes in the turmoil that is written so clearly upon the planes of his face that even her blind mortal eyes can see it.   ❝ blood is thicker than ink.  forget what the law decrees  —  what does your heart tell you is right ? ❞