( if he tells anyone the evil queen answered his video call in what looks like a comfy sweater and no lipstick Emma Swan going mental is going to be the least of his concerns. apparently she is casual, sometimes... and she doesn't see the point of putting on lipstick for Captain Hook. )
What's the matter now, did she find a new stray to marry?
No, but she bloody hell thinks that speaking ill of the dead is the wise thing to do.
[ Okay. Maybe. He sort of deserved what she said. He was not exactly being even remotely decent. She was right about a lot of things. But still. She brought up Milah and it cut deeper than he wanted it to. ]
She got angry about me participating in her mother's game and came to lecture me. Insinuated that it must be killing me that she's married to someone else. Who does she think she is?
You make yourself an easy target when you go out of your way to get her attention.
( she didn't play Mary Margaret's game but it's public fodder and she's sure not going to pat his ass on that front. talk shit, get hit. still, the first part surprises her. Emma must have been annoyed to drag up something like that, but it doesn't make it any less callous. )
You'd think she'd have a little more tact, all things considered. Not all of us are so lucky as to have people we mourn leap back out of the grave.
[ Everyone keeps talking about his relationship with Emma in the future. At this point he doesn't even think it matters anymore. Or counts. It's obvious that if it comes right down to it what she wants is a ghost. ]
Why didn't you ask for him?
[ He knows why he didn't ask for Milah. Because on the off chance that there's some sort of afterlife he hopes that maybe she'll find peace. Away from Gold and away from himself as well. ]
( she isn't expecting that. she's honestly expecting more about Emma. that question hits her harder than she'd like to admit. the fact she doesn't sass back immediately gives away how much it shakes her. )
The girl he loved died when he did. Even if I could get him back, sooner or later he'd realize the truth.
( that she wasn't the same person anymore. that he couldn't love what she'd become. she couldn't handle that answer, wasn't strong enough to watch the boy she'd loved pull away from her. she knew better than to try. )
[ Killian knows damn well that Emma's words were justified. Harsh and blunt, but they were not exactly unprovoked. He's been needling at her since everything started. It's time she got her licks in. ]
Aye. I think you're right. We're not those lovestruck children anymore. [ He frowns and drops his head. ] Would they be ashamed of us? Of all the blood left in our wake in their name?
I can't speak for a woman I never met, but I know he wouldn't have wanted any of that for me.
( she told herself it didn't matter and she didn't care, Snow deserved to suffer for the life that could never be returned. now, she wonders what darkening her soul was worth. it didn't avenge Daniel and it never made her happy, either. )
I don't think she'd care for it either. I waged a bloody war in her name and hoped that one day it would bring me an end. If I got that end she wouldn't recognize the man she was reunited with.
[ He never thought he'd survive his feud with the Dark One. He always knew he'd die. Fall at his hand trying. Be reunited with Milah, but she'd never accept the man that he was. That he became. ]
I often wonder if I'd do it all again if I knew. What I'd become.
Would have just been easier if we'd died along with them, wouldn't it?
( suicidal ideation hasn't been far from her mind lately. with Henry gone, she doesn't have that light at the end of the tunnel that she was fighting for. it's a little too raw, not wry enough to be a joke. she means it, and it's a little depressing that Hook is the one she finally admitted it to. )
We can't go back, unless you'd like to try that as a new incentive. I'm done talking, unless you've got better ideas on how to use our time.
( she doesn't have any more heart-to-heart in her. sex is a bandaid repair for heartbreak but it sounds promising right about now. )
Definitely would have saved the world a bit of trouble wouldn't it?
[ Killian Jones has thought far too much about death. Though he's never been brave enough to be the one to do it. He certainly has thought about if the Dark One had done it though. If he had crushed his heart on the ship with Milah's. What then?
She switches on him though. He understands it though. It's a raw discussion they're having. Probably the most honest they've been with anyone and it was with each other. Which is likely strange. He musters up a smile. ]
Perhaps you could show me what's underneath the sweater?
You're not seeing anything if you're too lazy to come take it off yourself.
( he might be shocked that she's not wearing anything underneath, but evil queens want to be comfy sometimes too. they just don't let anyone see them during, usually.
who is gonna believe Hook that she wore a fuzzy sweater tho, seriously. )
[ The photo Killian sends her is not quite what she'd expect. It's him. Showing her what's to come because perhaps he understands how it feels to lose someone. To lose yourself. To have that pain. To want to die. It cuts the tension that's built up and lets him fall into a far more entertaining mood. The most accommodating mood he's been in with Regina since they arrived. Not hostile. Not angry.
He does venture outside of his home though. Because she is offering sex and since when does he turn down sex? She indulged his questions and even shared things with him. Perhaps they don't need to fight in order to get along. Which is both terrifying and strange all at the same time. The scariest part is this isn't even Killian just trying to heal his wounded pride after Emma's remarks.
There's a sharp knock at her door after some time passes. A happy pirate holding some liquor. Because they're still grown adults. Drinking does help solve the vast majority of their problems. ]
( she doesn't answer his text. he can assume she scoffed and had nothing to say or that she didn't even care enough to look. if she did and there was a hint of a smile then he'll never know and all the better. there are some secrets a woman is better off keeping. letting Hook have any inclination he had a few charms is a dangerous game.
the promise of alcohol is wise, though her majesty has been pregaming all night. might explain why she'd let the conversation traverse as far as she had in the first place. her cider is deceptively sweet, goes straight to her head, and she's probably tipsier than the pirate by the time he reaches her door. she hasn't changed since she answered the video; barely any makeup, a cashmere sweater, dark jeans and not even any murder weapons strapped to her feet. she almost looks a different person... but she isn't. and she won't ever be.
she takes the bottle and lifts her brows, scanning the label. ) You've got better taste than I thought. ( apparently that is as close to approval for his choice of liquor as she's going to get. she did suggest sex but she leaves him at the door to get another glass, walking on the balls of her feet unconsciously. apparently she's lived in heels too long to walk flat footed. he can follow. her place is beautiful, and expensive looking, a few splashes of personality here or there but it's mostly plain, turn-key. it won't ever feel like home, so she doesn't bother. )
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What's the matter now, did she find a new stray to marry?
( unkind, Regina. )
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[ Okay. Maybe. He sort of deserved what she said. He was not exactly being even remotely decent. She was right about a lot of things. But still. She brought up Milah and it cut deeper than he wanted it to. ]
She got angry about me participating in her mother's game and came to lecture me. Insinuated that it must be killing me that she's married to someone else. Who does she think she is?
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( she didn't play Mary Margaret's game but it's public fodder and she's sure not going to pat his ass on that front. talk shit, get hit. still, the first part surprises her. Emma must have been annoyed to drag up something like that, but it doesn't make it any less callous. )
You'd think she'd have a little more tact, all things considered. Not all of us are so lucky as to have people we mourn leap back out of the grave.
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[ No one has explained the whole privacy filter to Killian. Technology is hard enough, but now everyone knows what he's saying to people? Fuck. ]
May I ask you a question? Without you getting angry that is.
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( she can accept he didn't know, but it was still stupid. surely even he is aware of that. )
You're not doing yourself any favors by adding an annoying disclaimer. Stop wasting time and spit it out.
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Why didn't you ask for him?
[ He knows why he didn't ask for Milah. Because on the off chance that there's some sort of afterlife he hopes that maybe she'll find peace. Away from Gold and away from himself as well. ]
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The girl he loved died when he did. Even if I could get him back, sooner or later he'd realize the truth.
( that she wasn't the same person anymore. that he couldn't love what she'd become. she couldn't handle that answer, wasn't strong enough to watch the boy she'd loved pull away from her. she knew better than to try. )
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Aye. I think you're right. We're not those lovestruck children anymore. [ He frowns and drops his head. ] Would they be ashamed of us? Of all the blood left in our wake in their name?
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( she told herself it didn't matter and she didn't care, Snow deserved to suffer for the life that could never be returned. now, she wonders what darkening her soul was worth. it didn't avenge Daniel and it never made her happy, either. )
Too late, isn't it? Hindsight is a bitch.
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[ He never thought he'd survive his feud with the Dark One. He always knew he'd die. Fall at his hand trying. Be reunited with Milah, but she'd never accept the man that he was. That he became. ]
I often wonder if I'd do it all again if I knew. What I'd become.
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( suicidal ideation hasn't been far from her mind lately. with Henry gone, she doesn't have that light at the end of the tunnel that she was fighting for. it's a little too raw, not wry enough to be a joke. she means it, and it's a little depressing that Hook is the one she finally admitted it to. )
We can't go back, unless you'd like to try that as a new incentive. I'm done talking, unless you've got better ideas on how to use our time.
( she doesn't have any more heart-to-heart in her. sex is a bandaid repair for heartbreak but it sounds promising right about now. )
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[ Killian Jones has thought far too much about death. Though he's never been brave enough to be the one to do it. He certainly has thought about if the Dark One had done it though. If he had crushed his heart on the ship with Milah's. What then?
She switches on him though. He understands it though. It's a raw discussion they're having. Probably the most honest they've been with anyone and it was with each other. Which is likely strange. He musters up a smile. ]
Perhaps you could show me what's underneath the sweater?
[ She did ask for better ideas. ]
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( he might be shocked that she's not wearing anything underneath, but evil queens want to be comfy sometimes too. they just don't let anyone see them during, usually.
who is gonna believe Hook that she wore a fuzzy sweater tho, seriously. )
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[ This is a completely healthy way for them to forget that they are awful people and probably don't deserve to be alive. ]
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( breasts, mostly! he grabbed them in the back of her car but that's not the same as seeing them, and they both known it. )
I don't have to wonder what is under your shirt, those three buttons you manage don't affect much mystery.
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[ A picture is worth a thousand words. Or like two. ]
I meant my trousers, but it's good to know you're looking. I'll manage two for you next time.
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( she is not gonna strip for you via cell phone, pirate, it's cute that you tried though. )
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[ The photo Killian sends her is not quite what she'd expect. It's him. Showing her what's to come because perhaps he understands how it feels to lose someone. To lose yourself. To have that pain. To want to die. It cuts the tension that's built up and lets him fall into a far more entertaining mood. The most accommodating mood he's been in with Regina since they arrived. Not hostile. Not angry.
He does venture outside of his home though. Because she is offering sex and since when does he turn down sex? She indulged his questions and even shared things with him. Perhaps they don't need to fight in order to get along. Which is both terrifying and strange all at the same time. The scariest part is this isn't even Killian just trying to heal his wounded pride after Emma's remarks.
There's a sharp knock at her door after some time passes. A happy pirate holding some liquor. Because they're still grown adults. Drinking does help solve the vast majority of their problems. ]
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the promise of alcohol is wise, though her majesty has been pregaming all night. might explain why she'd let the conversation traverse as far as she had in the first place. her cider is deceptively sweet, goes straight to her head, and she's probably tipsier than the pirate by the time he reaches her door. she hasn't changed since she answered the video; barely any makeup, a cashmere sweater, dark jeans and not even any murder weapons strapped to her feet. she almost looks a different person... but she isn't. and she won't ever be.
she takes the bottle and lifts her brows, scanning the label. ) You've got better taste than I thought. ( apparently that is as close to approval for his choice of liquor as she's going to get. she did suggest sex but she leaves him at the door to get another glass, walking on the balls of her feet unconsciously. apparently she's lived in heels too long to walk flat footed. he can follow. her place is beautiful, and expensive looking, a few splashes of personality here or there but it's mostly plain, turn-key. it won't ever feel like home, so she doesn't bother. )