#we're shortsighted about the people we love: a thesis by the swann family about other members of the family.

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May I request 8 or 36 (whichever you prefer) for Elizabeth and Weatherby Swann for the five sentence drabbles? Thank you!

!!! I'm sorry this isn't happier, but I hope it still fits the bill!

Elizabeth had always known the memory of her mother was precious, by taking the measure of care her father took with it: the portrait of her kept in his private study and the way he addressed it, when he thought himself alone; the literary and written jetsam of her life, tucked away in odd shelves and corners; the jewels, sturdily locked up, that she had left behind for Elizabeth to wear, when she inevitable made a sparkling match of her own. It was only when Elizabeth was older that she had the cold, not wholly unfair thought that her father, who loved her dearly, sometimes saw her as precious in the same way – that she might, even with care, slip away where she could not be followed.

On their return to Port Royal from Isla de Muerta, after Elizabeth had sat numbly in the bath until all traces of the last weeks had been scrubbed from her and pronounced in the pink of health, she wrapped herself in her wrapping gown and padded into the study. Her mother, slight and dreamy-eyed, held a discourse on forestry so loosely it might at any moment have fallen from her hands into the lustrous silk of her skirts. Was it foolish to wonder that if Portia Swann had survived – might she have offered her counsel – solace – anything – that would, as easily as Jack Sparrow’s compass, show her the way to what she wanted?

send me a number and a fandom/pairing/character(s), and get a five sentence ficlet!