Except, of course, that this new friend had the same coy curve to his lips that Wonka did...whenever Wonka was considering something particularly inappropriate. Then there was the physical appearance, because he might well have stepped straight out of a very peculiar film starring both Errol Flynn and say, Vincent Price. With score by David Bowie.
“It’ll suit you well enough,” said this Captain Sparrow, the undeniably husky turn to his words still failing to entirely hide the similarity of his voice to Charlie’s own mentor. Unsettling.
Wonka arched a perfect brow, his expression outwardly stern, but his eyes a glimmering mirror in meaning and mischief to the brown pair across the desk from him. “I should hope so. I have...peculiarly high standards.”
“Aye.” Sparrow’s grin gleamed strangely gold, white contrasting capped teeth. “Well, I happen to be in a peculiarly profitable position to understand that.” He glanced sideways, meeting the undisguised wariness of Charlie’s gaze, and after a contemplative moment he raised a dark eyebrow, reflecting Wonka’s more prim expression. “Found something to stare at, lad?”
Charlie wasn’t quite as good at it, but he arched a brow. “Aye,” he mimicked. “At the two of you.” He felt an unaccountable shiver down his back when Wonka and Sparrow suddenly laughed together, one light and the other low, in perfect harmony.
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Date: 2006-08-30 12:40 am (UTC)Charlie couldn’t think why he was so unnerved.
Except, of course, that this new friend had the same coy curve to his lips that Wonka did...whenever Wonka was considering something particularly inappropriate. Then there was the physical appearance, because he might well have stepped straight out of a very peculiar film starring both Errol Flynn and say, Vincent Price. With score by David Bowie.
“It’ll suit you well enough,” said this Captain Sparrow, the undeniably husky turn to his words still failing to entirely hide the similarity of his voice to Charlie’s own mentor. Unsettling.
Wonka arched a perfect brow, his expression outwardly stern, but his eyes a glimmering mirror in meaning and mischief to the brown pair across the desk from him. “I should hope so. I have...peculiarly high standards.”
“Aye.” Sparrow’s grin gleamed strangely gold, white contrasting capped teeth. “Well, I happen to be in a peculiarly profitable position to understand that.” He glanced sideways, meeting the undisguised wariness of Charlie’s gaze, and after a contemplative moment he raised a dark eyebrow, reflecting Wonka’s more prim expression. “Found something to stare at, lad?”
Charlie wasn’t quite as good at it, but he arched a brow. “Aye,” he mimicked. “At the two of you.” He felt an unaccountable shiver down his back when Wonka and Sparrow suddenly laughed together, one light and the other low, in perfect harmony.