Drabble: Practice Makes Perfect
Aug. 25th, 2005 01:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
trinitydayOnce again, I'm filling my LJ with drabbles, etc., that I've written for various groups.
Title: Practice Makes Perfect
Word Count: 100
Characters: Will, Elizabeth
A/N: Written for the Black Pearl's Movement drabble theme.
Midday heat made work impossible and Brown was asleep; it was time for Will’s daily practice. Learning would be easier, he mused, with a partner. On his own, Will never knew if he was moving properly. Real life would be nothing like this solo pantomime; he would be facing someone if it were real.
Was it step, step, pivot? or step, pivot, step? Then there were his hands—where did they go?
“Will?”
Will turned guiltily, not expecting his fiancée in the forge.
“What are you doing?” she inquired.
Even Will’s ears were red as he mumbled, “Learning to dance.”
Title: Practice Makes Perfect
Word Count: 100
Characters: Will, Elizabeth
A/N: Written for the Black Pearl's Movement drabble theme.
Midday heat made work impossible and Brown was asleep; it was time for Will’s daily practice. Learning would be easier, he mused, with a partner. On his own, Will never knew if he was moving properly. Real life would be nothing like this solo pantomime; he would be facing someone if it were real.
Was it step, step, pivot? or step, pivot, step? Then there were his hands—where did they go?
“Will?”
Will turned guiltily, not expecting his fiancée in the forge.
“What are you doing?” she inquired.
Even Will’s ears were red as he mumbled, “Learning to dance.”