[ 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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( 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. )