* 𝕰𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐇'𝐒 𝖂𝐈𝐋𝐋!

& when it comes to her, i don’t negotiate.

She shot him a look that clearly displayed she wasn’t amused, an eyebrow arching pointedly for emphasis as if to say “don’t push your luck”. Still, he was right (much to her dismay). “I like them when they’re intended at 𝐦𝐞 and usually followed up with a blissfully good time.»

what does he know, anyway? some fortune teller tell him all that? elizabeth was born into a high-ranking family. besides, as long as she's safe, there's not much that norrington can do. after all, when he chose the right side ( eventually ), he only done that for ⎯

“I suspect he’d find a way to get me pardoned. As little as you might think of him, James has always cared for me. Even when he was poor at showing it.” Her eyes were alight with disbelief, fighting the urge to laugh at Will’s morbid humor. Giving his shoulder a playful swat,»

she could've done so much better than a former blacksmith and common pirate. that's for sure. oh, don't get him wrong. he would think of nothing else, but he's deciding to look the other way, especially for the safety of elizabeth.

“It isn’t, still, I find myself curious.” Deciding to entangle her legs around his waist, she presses a kiss to his shoulder, knowing her touch would be soothing and relax him. “I can’t argue that. You were my dashing rescue. Still a quite fond memory.”

and again, no. he came to see elizabeth. make sure she's safe.

oh, he's been very clear that he doesn't like him. and norrington doesn't like the former blacksmith either. so at least it's mutual on that behalf.

such a negative attitude.

“Gee, tell me how you really feel.” She murmurs into his neck, leaving a kiss to the curve of it. His animosity ran deeply, and although she didn’t always understand it, Elizabeth knew it wouldn’t absolve overnight. “He still 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝, didn’t he? It’s more than I could’ve»