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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[ 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. )