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saviorcomplexing) wrote2016-11-01 04:39 pm
saviorcomplexing) wrote2016-11-01 04:39 pm
open rp post ;
let's rp some happy endings or something
let's rp some happy endings or something
[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.]
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.]
No I've sworn off basic necessities.
I'm fine. I promise.
I'm fine. I promise.
I haven't set anything on fire tonight.
Are you asking if you can come over?
Are you asking if you can come over?
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.
You're welcome to join if you bring ice cream. His words not mine.
But I also agree.
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 )
( ALSO U COULD CRASH AND DIE, CARS KINDA SUCK )
[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.
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.
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. )
( because nothing is sexier than arguing semantics. )
[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!
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!
( 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. )
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. )
Edited (sorry put the shortcuts in my new phone wrong ) 2016-11-06 05:13 (UTC)
[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?
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?
( 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. )
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. )
( 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. )
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. )
We're fans of chocolate around here.
Come on. We'll teach you all about the Foot Network.
Come on. We'll teach you all about the Foot Network.
FOOD. Sorry that was a typo. Not a foot network, one dedicated to delicious food.
[Emma rolls her eyes at him, and he patheticness but she's still smiling, so. There's that. He's ridiculous and over the top and sometimes she really doesn't understand why he'd want her. Haven't you heard about her issues, Hook? She's got enough for several lifetimes.
But that's not very sexy to think about right now, and she leans into him, her smile turning more into a smirk.]
Fair ladies don't jump out of windows, I'll have you know.
[They just make up sheriff related minor emergencies that only require one law enforcement officer and hey, she's technically the boss so stay home, David, it's fine.]
You going to give be a proper tour or what?
But that's not very sexy to think about right now, and she leans into him, her smile turning more into a smirk.]
Fair ladies don't jump out of windows, I'll have you know.
[They just make up sheriff related minor emergencies that only require one law enforcement officer and hey, she's technically the boss so stay home, David, it's fine.]
You going to give be a proper tour or what?
[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?
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?
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