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Author: Guede Mazaka
Rating: PG
Pairing: Grégoire/Jean-François, Grégoire/Norrington, Norrington/Sparrow
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Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: PotC/Brotherhood of the Wolf crossover. Takes place after Bayou.
Summary: Grégoire may be pragmatic, but that doesn't stop him from aching.
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The fire burned low, its light turning redder and redder. It gathered on the far wall and stuffed the fresh skins hanging there with scarlet, as if they were sacred relics perpetually bleeding. Grégoire didn't cross himself.
It was a small house, little more than two rooms divided between the horses and him and Jean-François, who was sleeping on a cot by Grégoire's feet. In the lurid light, the other man lost years and shaded fragile like a glass bubble. His fingers that curled on the mattress seemed too delicate to be touched, though only an hour ago they had felt like iron-toothed traps on Grégoire's shoulders.
Now he rubbed at his shoulder, remembering a different grip. Doubtless James was well-recovered and sinking back into his old life, with the possible addition of that pirate. Sparrow had been…an interesting conversation-partner, and if Grégoire hadn't already had too much on his hands, he might have considered something. If Grégoire had met Sparrow first, he wouldn't have had too much on his hands-it would have been careless and delightful and utterly without higher meaning.
It was a shame, he told himself. He knelt back down and laid his hand on Jean-François' shoulder, lightly stroking the red-dappled skin of his own rogue. And he almost believed himself.
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