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I've seen your flag on the Marble Arch; Love is Not a Victory March
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What: Seeking Refuge at Cullen House
When: Monday evening, after this.
Where: Cullen House
Summary: 8| and :(
Rating: It's scaling toward a very emo PG at this point.
"Now watch yer step, Bonesy---this path's a bit iced over today." Jack Sparrow picked his way easily across said icy path, completely ignoring the Are We There Yet--
Damn it, why am I calling her that now?!
--because looking at the boat made him think of Jilly, and he did not want to think of her right now. Looking at her also made him think of Buffy, and he did not want to think of her, either. Of course, what one wants and what one actually gets are often two drastically different animals, and Jack was very busy having a lovely garden party in his head with both women in attendance.
It was the sort of garden party where it rains, and everyone's hats get wet, and then horribly misshapen lobster monsters rise up from beneath the crudité and finger-sandwich cart and begin attacking the guests, and the only thing you can do is draw your sword and try to fight them off, and the hats end up getting even wetter because of course it starts to rain HARDER, and that one lummox who always shows up uninvited complains about the state of the brie.
"Bonesy.....where.........where are we goin', again?"
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What: Seeking Refuge at Cullen House
When: Monday evening, after this.
Where: Cullen House
Summary: 8| and :(
Rating: It's scaling toward a very emo PG at this point.
"Now watch yer step, Bonesy---this path's a bit iced over today." Jack Sparrow picked his way easily across said icy path, completely ignoring the Are We There Yet--
Damn it, why am I calling her that now?!
--because looking at the boat made him think of Jilly, and he did not want to think of her right now. Looking at her also made him think of Buffy, and he did not want to think of her, either. Of course, what one wants and what one actually gets are often two drastically different animals, and Jack was very busy having a lovely garden party in his head with both women in attendance.
It was the sort of garden party where it rains, and everyone's hats get wet, and then horribly misshapen lobster monsters rise up from beneath the crudité and finger-sandwich cart and begin attacking the guests, and the only thing you can do is draw your sword and try to fight them off, and the hats end up getting even wetter because of course it starts to rain HARDER, and that one lummox who always shows up uninvited complains about the state of the brie.
"Bonesy.....where.........where are we goin', again?"
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"The 'sparkling eunuch palace' apparently." The doctor even gestured at the house in question with a lazy wave of his hand and left the pirate to gawk at whatever had distracted him. Maybe that damn boat he was working on. McCoy didn't care.
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It had felt like home with Buffy there to hold on the couch, in front of the fireplace. It didn't look like home now, more like the cold and rambling empty house it was.
He still couldn't get the weird perfume-y smell out of the curtains.
"Steady on, then."
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The pirate pushed aside some bare branches, revealing a footpath that led directly up to the massive carved oak front door of the place--a door that looked more like it belonged on a fortress than a house.
"After you, McCoy."
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"Cosy."
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To heal. To not run mad in the village, but instead do so in privacy. To chatter with his fetches and a small monkey.
Said monkey soon came bounding over to greet them, angry at having been ignored all day.
"Say hello, Jack."
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"Hungry, Bonesy?"
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Jack had a little in the house. Since Buffy and Dawn had visited, there were traces around showing the pirate had made more of an effort. Warm blankets were folded over the back of the couch, and there was a reliable stack of firewood by the giant fieldstone fireplace. The pantry had much more to offer, too.
"Could make you something, if you like."
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So now Cullen House was a refugee camp for a madman, a heartbroken doctor, and a giant eleven-foot-tall or some such thing Blackbeard, on occasion. And the monkey, of course.
"Want to see your bedroom, McCoy?
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"I knew he wouldn't check this; can't abide art, can Blackbeard."
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"And where does Captain Hook stash his alcohol? In the lighting?" The doctor asked sarcastically, although he did seem to noticeably perk up at the promise of alcohol. And a stolen one at that.
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This he tied into his hair.
"Nah, not him; but I do."
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"I'll be damned."
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...
I miss her, blast it. Bloody love. Bloody vexatious trap in woman form."
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"Experiments, hm? "Got to be over it now," do I? Maybe so. Maybe so."
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He barely heard the murmurings from the pirate as he looked away and stared fixatedly out the window and tried not to think about an absent spotted trill or a pointy-eared professor in the school house and how adorable she was when she... Goddamn it, how did people live in houses like this one? Not that it offended his southern sensibilities, but there was no damn privacy.
"Jack, you need drapes."
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He sat down on the very edge of the couch, setting the sandwiches on the coffee table and opting to open the bottle of rum first. He hadn't really eaten all day. He wasn't sure he could do so now, but he didn't want to get sick.
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