Post by Killian Jones on Aug 3, 2015 17:14:16 GMT
It's Always Nice
TO MAKE AN IMPRESSION
When she called him a kind pirate, Hook made a bit of a face, all in good humor of course. "Kind pirate," he repeated slowly. "Well that's not a desirable thing to hear for any pirate," he said only somewhat jokingly. Her next words of rubbish of a gentleman just made him smirk. "I have my moments of being a perfect gentleman," he said teasingly with a bit of a wink. He looked at her curiously when she spoke of how he wasn't going to like something, and then proceeded to move to rest her head against his chest and her arms around him.
He looked at her, frozen for a moment. He didn't usually engage in such physical contact with a woman unless he was bedding her . . . yet this seemed different. He slowly brought his arms around her, gently resting a hand on her back as he found a strange -- but not unwelcome -- comfort from her embrace. This wasn't as bad as he thought it would be . . . then again, she was an incredibly beautiful woman . . . holding her could never be considered undesirable. She asked him a question that pulled him from his thoughts, his mind going back to his first sailing experience. It had been when he was extremely young, with his brother. But Killian did not wish to bring up his family. Some memories were better left unspoken. That didn't mean he had no truthful answer to give her. "I was an extremely young lad," he began to tell her.
"Perhaps too young. For when I tried to pull the sails down, I went up with the rope," he said with a smile of amusement, knowing he had to keep himself guarded about his past before becoming a pirate. "But it was unlike anything I have ever experienced. Seeing the vast water gave me a freedom and serenity I had never imagined." He closed his eyes for a moment. "The openness, the gentle sway as we moved along the waves, the scent of salt mixed with the fresh air, and the breeze that added to it all." He took a deep breath, taking in all the things he had described in this very moment. He slowly opened his eyes. "I knew then that I was destined to live a life on the water." Rather than land. It was in his very blood, for his brother shared the same destiny.
He looked at her, frozen for a moment. He didn't usually engage in such physical contact with a woman unless he was bedding her . . . yet this seemed different. He slowly brought his arms around her, gently resting a hand on her back as he found a strange -- but not unwelcome -- comfort from her embrace. This wasn't as bad as he thought it would be . . . then again, she was an incredibly beautiful woman . . . holding her could never be considered undesirable. She asked him a question that pulled him from his thoughts, his mind going back to his first sailing experience. It had been when he was extremely young, with his brother. But Killian did not wish to bring up his family. Some memories were better left unspoken. That didn't mean he had no truthful answer to give her. "I was an extremely young lad," he began to tell her.
"Perhaps too young. For when I tried to pull the sails down, I went up with the rope," he said with a smile of amusement, knowing he had to keep himself guarded about his past before becoming a pirate. "But it was unlike anything I have ever experienced. Seeing the vast water gave me a freedom and serenity I had never imagined." He closed his eyes for a moment. "The openness, the gentle sway as we moved along the waves, the scent of salt mixed with the fresh air, and the breeze that added to it all." He took a deep breath, taking in all the things he had described in this very moment. He slowly opened his eyes. "I knew then that I was destined to live a life on the water." Rather than land. It was in his very blood, for his brother shared the same destiny.
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