[not until it happened to him, with teach, and in him, with jack. twice that one of them should, by all rights and every example, have killed the other and written off his very existence. instead they deliberately chose otherwise, and after enough time had passed it was like it never happened at all.
at least, that's how he remembers it. jack was winked to duplicity at a time when that bridge was still mending.
but, in any case. he doesn't need to tell jack that he's right. they both know it. instead he turns over again, this time onto his front so he can crawl up the other man's body and kiss him, deepening it, sliding a hand firmly around the back of his neck. when he speaks again it's just a murmur against his mouth, thumb running gently down the center of jack's throat.]
[ Last he saw of Charles back in Nassau, their truce was uneasy, still strained, to put it mildly, from the Hammund affair, an event that proves his point twice over. He had to forgive Anne for it, Charles had to forgive him. It happened in that span of time between them, clearly. Jack wonders what that looks like, what happened to bring them back together, but the kiss is all the answer he needs. Jack lets him in without a hint of fight in him, inviting it, running his hand through his hair to keep him close.
If he felt this way the whole time, he'd forgive Jack anything. ]
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[not until it happened to him, with teach, and in him, with jack. twice that one of them should, by all rights and every example, have killed the other and written off his very existence. instead they deliberately chose otherwise, and after enough time had passed it was like it never happened at all.
at least, that's how he remembers it. jack was winked to duplicity at a time when that bridge was still mending.
but, in any case. he doesn't need to tell jack that he's right. they both know it. instead he turns over again, this time onto his front so he can crawl up the other man's body and kiss him, deepening it, sliding a hand firmly around the back of his neck. when he speaks again it's just a murmur against his mouth, thumb running gently down the center of jack's throat.]
Funny how things work out.
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If he felt this way the whole time, he'd forgive Jack anything. ]