 |
|
|
|
|
Author: Guede Mazaka
Rating: PG
Pairing: Overall, Will/Elizabeth/Anamaria, Jack/Jacques/James, with some shuffling.
Feedback: Lines you liked, ones I messed up, whatever.
Disclaimer: This version of Jacques is sort of mine, but the rest definitely aren't.
Notes: Set in a parallel Prohibition-era New Orléans called Nouvelle Lune/New Moon, so its history didn't quite go as ours did. Supernatural overtones. For ioreth_firiath in return for the icons.
Summary: Jacques is back from a long trip, and of course Jack "welcomes" him home. Which makes James feel a little left out.
***
It's the right of the elder.
Odd to phrase it like that, considering James is certainly older than the other man, but he's discovered that in Nouvelle Lune, words are merely structures to bind meanings. And sometimes, the symbol slips its clearly-drawn lines and runs rampant in the streets.
Uneven, lazy footsteps walk out onto the verandah and stop behind James. "Mon Dieu, it's good to be home."
"I take it he's gone out now." It's only fair, James tells himself. He'd had Jack all to himself for quite a while.
"Oui. Back during tomorrow's matins. He just stopped in to welcome me back..." Jacques sits down next to James, knowing gaze grazing over the flush on James' cheek that isn't quite envy and isn't quite embarrassment. Fingers tip James' chin sideways, and Jacques winks. "Something to tide you over."
And they share the taste of Jack.
***