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[saviorcomplexing]

let's rp some happy endings or something

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[dendrites]

[ kindly, ] Drink water, eat food, and stop self-sabotaging yourself

[saviorcomplexing]

[indignant af]

I'm not!

[dendrites]

Are you at least drinking water and eating food?

[saviorcomplexing]

No I've sworn off basic necessities.

I'm fine. I promise.

[dendrites]

Emma, you know what I mean!

Mostly I'd like to know if you are okay this evening. :)

[saviorcomplexing]

I haven't set anything on fire tonight.

Are you asking if you can come over?

[dendrites]

Oh, no! I wouldn't want to interrupt your evening.

Not more than I have with this text message.

I admit that I quite enjoy playing with this phone.

[saviorcomplexing]

You're not interrupting anything. Henry and I are just watching TV.

You're welcome to join if you bring ice cream. His words not mine.

But I also agree.

[dendrites]

If those are the stipulations....

What flavor? And which television show? I'm still learning about those!

[villainously]

( ✖ ✖ ✖ )

[saviorcomplexing]

[She's not so very good at sleeping next to someone, she's discovering. But then you wouldn't be either if you spent ten years swearing off love and then a couple more years trying to save your parents and friends from evil curses and/or megalomaniac's with magical powers. She has a very good reason to be cautious, she thinks, and maybe even more so because it's him.

Emma is used to men letting her down. She expects it, actually. It's hard to be disappointed, really, when she is waiting for the other shoe to drop. What makes it hard to understand, what makes him dangerous is that he's exactly what she expects. He's a pirate, and he has a temper and a wicked sense of humor. He can be pessimistic and a drunk and self interested. He's always been like that. Since the first time she met him and tied him to a tree.

It makes her skittish. It makes her skeptical and look for a reason to prove that he's wrong, he's lying, he's going to hurt her if she lets him in. Sleeping with him isn't letting him it. It's... taking care of physical needs and it's not like she took advantage of him or anything. He wanted it, she wanted it. It was good.

She's not exactly in a hurry to kick him out of bed, either. Because it's late and someone will undoubtedly see him sneaking out and then the whole damn town will be talking about how they hooked up and she'd like to keep that to herself for now. Well, between them. You get it.

That doesn't explain why she fits herself to his side and has spent several minutes tracing his scars with her fingertip. Maybe she does love him, but she can't say it out loud right now or think too hard about it because then she's not sure if she'd start crying or start kissing him. Both seem dangerous.]

Where'd you get this one?

[Because talking about his past, that's not dangerous.]

[villainously]

( all in all, it's fair to expect him to disappoint her. she wouldn't be the first he's let down, after all. nothing about Killian Jones screams safety and stability, or at least, it hasn't since Liam died. it seems hard to believe a pirate that will hit on any woman that comes within six inches of him could ever be a safe person to trust. the man she met not even that long ago in the enchanted forest wouldn't have been a wise emotional investment, yet ever since Neverland he's been trying to convince her he's worth the risk.

in the end, maybe he's not. the worst part of it all is he already knows he's not. try as he might, he might never be able to surpass the man he chose to be for three hundred years. if this is the best he can hope to get, then he's just self hating enough that he'll take it. these stolen moments between being as close to her as humanly possible and lingering in the aftermath instead of collecting his things and disappearing in the night are certainly better than the ache of being alone.

he's a man, it's one of his many shortcomings. like many of his kind he gets a little drowsy after sex, and there's something ridiculous about that. bloodthirsty captain hook, snuggled into floral sheets and half asleep. it'd be wretched for his reputation, yet he doesn't seem to care much about that in the moment.

talking about his past does seem dangerous to at least one of them, though the particular knot she's tracing not horribly so. )When I learned to sail, I neglected to mind the boom. It swung about in a gust and suffice to say, I learned to mind it after. ( his brother had been teaching him, likely too young to be a proper instructor. the tone of Killian's voice indicates he reflects on the memory happily, though, despite the scar he wears for it. )

[saviorcomplexing]

[When they do this again, not if because that was fantastic and well worth repeating, and if he falls asleep in her bed again, she'll take a picture of him snuggling the floral sheets. For blackmail, of course. And because it would make her laugh.

If she's being honest, Emma was expecting the story to be something horrible. It came from a duel to the death. He picked a fight with a man in the tavern. He slept with the wrong lord's wife. He rolled over onto his hook in his sleep. She traces the scar another time, then lays her palm over it.]

Would you teach me? To sail?

[villainously]

( Hook doesn't even know photographs are a thing. and teaching him could be dangerous, because if he consents to a picture snoozing into her pretty sheets, you can bet he'd want compensation in a picture of his own. chances are very poor that he'd want a picture of Emma's sheets, either.

the palm on his back is less lecherous and more comforting, though. one of those little gestures he tends to think Emma doesn't want him to understand, lest he see that there might be some sort of depth to them. too late, but he'll play the fool if it pleases her. he's been a fool for her for quite some time, now. he rolls onto his back to face her properly, catching her palm and putting a kiss to the inside of it. if she were allotted touches that didn't mean anything (and meant a great deal), then so was he. )

Aye. If you wanted to. I always thought you'd make quite the pirate.

[saviorcomplexing]

[He's not getting naked pics, so forget about it.

Emma fits herself to his side when he turns, because he has her hand and a good share of the blankets and it's cold because Maine is always freezing it seems like, and she could come up with at least ten more excuses if pushed to it. Her palm is warm where his mouth touches, connected to a heat in her belly that could be love or lust, she's really not sure. It's been a while since she actually loved someone to remember it well.]

Why's that? And because you like the pirate wench look on me doesn't count.

[villainously]

( you say that now, Emma, but for real. you have not ever had to deal with a pirate that is so very convincing before. don't show him the capacity of cameras and expect him to not want to take a picture of you naked.

whatever draws her naked body to press to his, Hook isn't keen to inquire. let Emma keep her excuses, if he doesn't know the truth he can pretend she simply wants to be there. or perhaps those excuses are all means to an end, when the result is the same. )

Being a pirate is more than the aesthetic, I'll have you know. Making your own way, whether others want you to or not. Refusing the status quo and deciding your own path. We're ruled by our own convictions, instead of those decided for us. You can't tell me you don't agree with that.

( Emma has her own convictions and ideals that pull her, that's something he's already noticed in their time together. more oft than not, she agrees with the law of the land, but when she doesn't she'll do what she thinks is right, and that's about as pirate as he can expect from anyone. )

[saviorcomplexing]

[He might have a point there. She's never been one to let people tell her how to live or how to feel. Like she told Ashley, there's no fairy godmothers in this world. Things don't just come to you for being a good person or because you made a wish. She had to fight for everything she had.

Emma hums after a moment, and takes her hand back. Places it back on his chest and another of his scars. This one she doesn't ask about. At least not yet. It looks a lot like it came from a knife and that might lead them down a darker topic.]

Pirates steal and pillage and plunder too. There's a song about it here, you should look it up. And I'm the sheriff around these parts, so I'd have to arrest myself and that's just messy. Or my dad would have to, which is even worse.

[Is she just being contrary because she doesn't want to admit that they're very similar because that's basically the same thing as saying things like 'I love you' or 'let's get married' in her strange, broken heart? Maybe.]

for hooker

[saviorcomplexing]

[from here]

five minutes. I'm driving

[villainously]

then put down the talking phone, sheriff. i believe that's what they call illegal around these parts.

( ALSO U COULD CRASH AND DIE, CARS KINDA SUCK )

[saviorcomplexing]

[You could drown on your ship. In fact, people do it all the goddamn time. And Emma is a regular at crashing her car lately, and she's not dead so there's that.

Logic.

She parks the yellow bug a few blocks away from the dock because they live in a town of goddamn gossips and starts walking.]

You know it's not called a talking phone, right? It's just a phone.

[villainously]

phone, talking phone, whatever you want to call it. clearly at the moment, it's more accurately a texting phone.

( because nothing is sexier than arguing semantics. )

[saviorcomplexing]

[What do you see in him, Emma? He's a pirate and a drunk and he only has one hand! Well he argues about English and that just soaks my panties.

Emma just rolls her eyes at her phone and slips it into her back pocket. Contemplates the Jolly Roger for a moment. Does she knock? Does she just go on board? Is she really here for a booty call in the middle of the night?

Yes. She is.]

Killian!

[villainously]

( must they call it a booty call? honestly when you're seeing a pirate in the first place, it just comes off a little tacky. still, if the drunk one handed pirate thing doesn't do it for her, and arguing about proper use of English isn't getting her hot and bothered, maybe the instantly delighted look on his face the second he sees her might.

he's a drunk. and he's a mess. but whatever else he is doesn't seem to discount how much he cares about her. )

Finally. You're lucky your poor drunk didn't find a way to drown himself left on his lonesome. ( for the record though, he doesn't seem wasted. granted he's never sober, but still, he's not falling all over himself. It was an excuse to get her here more than reality. he offers a hand to help her up the gangplank, a clear invitation to join him aboard. )

[saviorcomplexing]

[It's a booty call. That's what they're calling it. They can be... in a relationship-- oh hey no hives-- and still have late night booty calls. It's the twenty first century. Welcome to it, Hook.

That look though. It makes her want to run both away from and right at him. It's the kind of look that she's dreamed about for pretty much her entire life. Someone who loves her and wants Just Her. And it terrifies her at the same time because it's the kind of look she's convinced herself she was never going to have.]

It's only been ten minutes. Even you aren't that hopeless.

[The time for feels is over. Emma curls her fingers around his, and steps aboard.]

What? No Smee to threaten tonight?

[villainously]

( we'll believe the no-hives thing once he's performed his perfectly perfunctory adult check. she does seem to be slightly more at ease with the possibility of what they represent. seeing as Hook is delighted just by a chance, he can't pressure her terribly much on that front... well, yet, anyway.

why would he, when she's sneaking out of her parents for her horribly named rendezvous. )

Ten very long minutes, Emma. You'd be surprised how despondent a man can get in ten minutes. ( he says that, but he doesn't seem despondent, drawing her up next to him and snaring her in his embrace rather greedily. damn who might see, is it really that strange to see Hook doting on the sheriff at this point? ) He's not here, I had hope for fairer company. It was quite a struggle to convince her to leap out her parent's window, but fortune favors the bold. ( he'd convinced her, hadn't he? not that being a little more entertaining than a fussy newborn was a real struggle, but still, he was marking this down as a win. )