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Title: Forgotten
Fandom: POTC
Summary: 100 word drabble. Barbossa watches Elizabeth eat.
‘You must be hungry.’
The tension in her eyes breaks. The fork clatters on the table. He watches her bite through the chicken, tearing flesh from bone. The ache, the hunger that burns in the back of his consciousness flares to life. A vague memory slides across his tongue. For a second, something materializes, becomes concrete; before he can recognize it, it evaporates. It hits him, the knowledge that his senses, rotten and dusty from ten years of neglect, can remember nothing, not the taste of wine nor of the apple that he clutches, hard and cold, in his hand.
Fandom: POTC
Summary: 100 word drabble. Barbossa watches Elizabeth eat.
‘You must be hungry.’
The tension in her eyes breaks. The fork clatters on the table. He watches her bite through the chicken, tearing flesh from bone. The ache, the hunger that burns in the back of his consciousness flares to life. A vague memory slides across his tongue. For a second, something materializes, becomes concrete; before he can recognize it, it evaporates. It hits him, the knowledge that his senses, rotten and dusty from ten years of neglect, can remember nothing, not the taste of wine nor of the apple that he clutches, hard and cold, in his hand.