I've seen your flag on the Marble Arch; Love is Not a Victory March

[all7seas]

Who: hippocraticly and lists_to_port
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?"

Comments

[all7seas]

"What? OH. Hammock. They do take a bit of getting used to, but I think once you've hit the floor once or twice you'll perform admirably, McCoy."

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

"Do you know what's worse than sailing, Sparrow? The sensation of it." And it was clear from his tone that he held hammocks in the same regard as sitting on a boat in the middle of the lake. It was a distraction and he embraced it.

[all7seas]

"You could sleep on the couch," Jack began doubtfully. Since the night Buffy had spent with him, he'd taken over the couch as his own. He fancied he could still smell the intoxicating scent of her hair in the pillows.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

Did McCoy manage to pick up on the doubt in his voice? No. Mumbling a noncommittal reply under his breath -- possibly cursing the clichés of pirates or something like that -- he looked at the pot.

"What are you doing."

[all7seas]

"Spaghetti?"

So hopeful was Sparrow in voice. Like somehow, him boiling spaghetti was going to heal both of their hearts.

That was when the spaghetti caught fire.

"MY GARDEN PARTY! IT'S RUINED!"

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

"... How have you survived out here on your own?"

[all7seas]

".......Buffy brings food? Sometimes?" That was all Jack had time for; he had to extinguish the fire.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

Buffy again. It seemed the list of things she was keeping from him was increasing... but at least he could count on the pirate to not point a gun at her.

[all7seas]

The pirate at that moment was trying to throw a lid over the fire. He was very sensitive to burns, for good reason; and the idea of even a small one made his lip curl.

"Out! Fire! No! Out!"

Finally it died down. However, now there was nothing for dinner at all.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

"You might have had better luck throwing a wet towel over the damn thing." McCoy broke the air of tension hanging in the kitchen with a dry remark and crossed his arms over his chest. "... Or not cooking at all."