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Characters: Elizabeth, James, Will, Jack
Warning: highly AU because I wanted all 4 of them at once :)
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"D'you ever miss it?"
James's voice floated across the rooftop. He was stretched out in a hammock, while Elizabeth and Will lounged on a pile of pillows they had brought up from the parlor, to the horror of the housekeeper. Jack flitted between the two and was in charge of replenishing the drinks from the liquor cabinet below.
The usual rivalries and fighting had been suspended in deference to the spirit of the season and the four had decided to spend Christmas at James's large house, because when you got right down to it, they were all bonded closer than family and really, who else would they want to spend a day of good cheer with?
"Miss what?" Elizabeth asked sleepily. The day was fine and they had retired to the roof after a large luncheon.
"Christmas in jolly ol' England, snow everywhere, the smell of pine trees and a crackling fire."
"Mm, not any more. I did the first few years after we came here, but I think I was missing mother more than anything."
"I don't," Will said definitively. "The snow was pretty at first, but mum wouldn't ever let me go out and play in it, especially not at Christmas."
"Well, I don't know about England, but I remember one Christmas in Philadelphia. . ." Jack began.
James rolled his eyes at the amusing-but-certainly-embellished tale that the pirate told, but then he lay back in the hammock and smiled. This, certainly, was what Christmas was supposed to be about.
Characters: Elizabeth, James, Will, Jack
Warning: highly AU because I wanted all 4 of them at once :)
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penknife 's 2009 fandom_stocking"D'you ever miss it?"
James's voice floated across the rooftop. He was stretched out in a hammock, while Elizabeth and Will lounged on a pile of pillows they had brought up from the parlor, to the horror of the housekeeper. Jack flitted between the two and was in charge of replenishing the drinks from the liquor cabinet below.
The usual rivalries and fighting had been suspended in deference to the spirit of the season and the four had decided to spend Christmas at James's large house, because when you got right down to it, they were all bonded closer than family and really, who else would they want to spend a day of good cheer with?
"Miss what?" Elizabeth asked sleepily. The day was fine and they had retired to the roof after a large luncheon.
"Christmas in jolly ol' England, snow everywhere, the smell of pine trees and a crackling fire."
"Mm, not any more. I did the first few years after we came here, but I think I was missing mother more than anything."
"I don't," Will said definitively. "The snow was pretty at first, but mum wouldn't ever let me go out and play in it, especially not at Christmas."
"Well, I don't know about England, but I remember one Christmas in Philadelphia. . ." Jack began.
James rolled his eyes at the amusing-but-certainly-embellished tale that the pirate told, but then he lay back in the hammock and smiled. This, certainly, was what Christmas was supposed to be about.