Who: Jack Sparrow and Tia Dalma What: One last encounter Where: Tia's home in the La Brea Tar Pits When: following her summons Rating: PG at the moment Status: log ; to be continued via comments
Jack was none too sure why he was being summoned by Tia, considering it was usually he that did the contacting and they'd only just seen each other last week or so. He'd yet to tell Rinoa, but it was something he would have to do. And soon. He could at least make a promise to himself tonight, and that being to try to not sleep with his former lover.
He almost showed up in one of his new outfits, but he felt a twinge of guilt at showing any other girl but Rinoa his new things…and it would be like old times if he was dressed the way that Tia Dalma would know him, had always known him.
He scribbled a note before heading for the ex-Goddesses hut, actually daring a yellow beastie in order to get there more quickly. When Tia asked, she commanded, and you obeyed. He rapped sharply on her door and swayed on spot, a tune being hummed in and out softly under his breath.
The door was thrown wide open almost instantly. One dark, long-fingered hand grasped at the collar of his shirt, so that Jack couldn't run. Or do much of anything when, following quickly behind, was Tia Dalma. Like a wave striking against the rocks, she threw herself upon him, kissing the pirate passionately, melting against him like the tides on the beach... and then sliding back with just as much grace, just as little regard for the impact she had wrought.
"Come inside, my clever Captain Jack Sparrow," she crooned, turning back into the hut, the hand that had been gripping his collar now beckoning for him to follow.
It was a series of flashes, light, dark skin, lips, before Jack puzzled the pieces together and realized just what was happening. It was easy to fall into… her again, as he returned the kiss, reaching out a hand to grab for her other. He smirked at her retreating form, barely rumbling a laugh from the throat and nodding. "Am I to assume you've been wanting something, Tia Dalma?" Bloody hell, he did not just invite her for more. He turned away from her to shut the door, eying the imperfect and course wood in order to regain focus on the task at hand, whatever that may be.
Instead of following up his previous question, Jack faced her once more and waited with one brow raised as if to silently ask for the reason behind his being here.
Where the kiss had been a tidal wave of force, the slap Tia Dalma delivered to his cheek was lightning, the contact against his cheek crashing like thunder. There was rage in her eyes now, fury of the sort that Hell hath not.
"You keep dis from me?" she said, her voice all the more violent for how softly the words were muttered. "Dat you know who I be, an how dis body be my prison? You keep dis from me, Jack Sparrow?" Her hands dropped, palms splayed to gesture to her body. "Do you know how it be, Jack? To be torn from all dat be a part o' ye, an' reduced to dis? A creature dat ne'er breathe o' de ocean, one dat cannot find de solace o' de sea?"
Her voice rose, and she stepped closer. "A prison o' flesh, Jack Sparrow! How long do ye know? How long?"
To say Jack was used to being slapped by woman would be an understatement. But it never did get any easier, especially not when delivered by Tia Dalma. His head swung with the force and he tried to work out his jaw, tenderly touching where skin had impacted skin.
"Look, lov-" Jack cut himself short as her words poured over him, he trying to retreat and meeting the door abruptly and her advancing like a monsoon. He threw a quick glance over his shoulder though he knew that it had been the door he'd bumped into and tried to meet her eyes. It was an extremely rare thing for Jack to feel guilt, though he felt that it had overcome him more than once this week, a troubling fact indeed. He had options at this moment; lie to save his skin or tell her the truth and only save part of his skin.
He moved his lips around, mulling the consequences over, before sighing heavily, like wind escaping from sails. "It wasn't by my bidding, Tia Dalma. The first Court had orders. Every Court then on…had to abide them." He wouldn't say he was sorry, but by dropping his eyes to his scuffed boots, he conveyed as much. It was a very Jack-like apology.
Tia watched him for a long moment, noting the shuffling of his feet, the way his eyes dropped. After a moment, she sighed, leaned forward, and brushed her lips against his cheek where she had struck him. "Very well, Jack Sparrow. You could not tell me. But you tell me Witchling. An' for dat boon, my witty Jack, I t'ank ye."
She stepped back then, and moved behind her work table. "Me Witchling will remove dis curse from me. So a gift for ye, Jack Sparrow." Her head turned, dark eyes flashing with mirth from behind her hair. "A gift, from Tia Dalma."
With a quick snap, and a flick of her wrist, Tia gave the order. Jack, the undead monkey that had formerly belonged to a diferent captain of the Black Pearl, ran towards the pirate, scrambling to climb to his shoulder.