Five Things Don John will Never Admit he does for Hero, for Zara.
1) He lets her do his mending because it makes her happy. It's taken her a long time to learn something besides pretty embroidery, but when she mastered it she wanted to use it, and still does, wants to be useful to him. It was the reason she learned something useful to begin with.
So he gives her his stockings and torn clothing, with the same dark and expressionless face he does everything else, and she smiles with joy every time.
(If it were not for her, he would mend his own clothes. He knows how. He lets her do it because of the way she smiles.)
2) When they are alone, he holds her hand. She knows that he is undemonstrative, and knows that he will show little, if any, visible and outward affection for her. But when it's just the two of them, sometimes he takes her hand in his, without even looking at her. It's almost like a special gift, and makes her happy as if he'd given her a kingdom he does not and never will possess.
3) He walks with her. Her cousin never understands this; Beatrice condemns them as a loveless match; but although he cannot understand it, Hero is satisfied just to be by his side.
Sometimes instead of riding he spends the morning wandering through the fields with Hero beside him. He doesn't know why or where they're going, but because she is so content and firm in it, they always find a destination and a way back.
4) When, as happens to all men, his hair and beard grow out, she cuts it. Like the mending, it makes her feel useful in performing a service for him, but while he might trust another with his clothes, there is more trust in letting her close to his throat, his mouth, his neck.
Although she is not allowed to know it, he has never let anyone, not his mother or any woman, and certainly no man, cut his hair. It was always his own task.
She, ignorant of this, does it fondly, with great ease, thinking that he is unafraid to let anyone touch him, thinking this so familiar that he can hardly notice, and he is glad of it.
5) Sometimes, only sometimes, he calls her by her name, and watches her turn to him, shining like the sun.
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And also the Queequeg/Bootstrap I wrote Waen for her birthday, just because I want to have it archived. PotC/Moby-Dick crossover, rilly bad dialogue, vague mysticism, read at your own risk.
( Paul and Silas )
1) He lets her do his mending because it makes her happy. It's taken her a long time to learn something besides pretty embroidery, but when she mastered it she wanted to use it, and still does, wants to be useful to him. It was the reason she learned something useful to begin with.
So he gives her his stockings and torn clothing, with the same dark and expressionless face he does everything else, and she smiles with joy every time.
(If it were not for her, he would mend his own clothes. He knows how. He lets her do it because of the way she smiles.)
2) When they are alone, he holds her hand. She knows that he is undemonstrative, and knows that he will show little, if any, visible and outward affection for her. But when it's just the two of them, sometimes he takes her hand in his, without even looking at her. It's almost like a special gift, and makes her happy as if he'd given her a kingdom he does not and never will possess.
3) He walks with her. Her cousin never understands this; Beatrice condemns them as a loveless match; but although he cannot understand it, Hero is satisfied just to be by his side.
Sometimes instead of riding he spends the morning wandering through the fields with Hero beside him. He doesn't know why or where they're going, but because she is so content and firm in it, they always find a destination and a way back.
4) When, as happens to all men, his hair and beard grow out, she cuts it. Like the mending, it makes her feel useful in performing a service for him, but while he might trust another with his clothes, there is more trust in letting her close to his throat, his mouth, his neck.
Although she is not allowed to know it, he has never let anyone, not his mother or any woman, and certainly no man, cut his hair. It was always his own task.
She, ignorant of this, does it fondly, with great ease, thinking that he is unafraid to let anyone touch him, thinking this so familiar that he can hardly notice, and he is glad of it.
5) Sometimes, only sometimes, he calls her by her name, and watches her turn to him, shining like the sun.
~~~
And also the Queequeg/Bootstrap I wrote Waen for her birthday, just because I want to have it archived. PotC/Moby-Dick crossover, rilly bad dialogue, vague mysticism, read at your own risk.
( Paul and Silas )