Life after you (Killian)

[ariel]

The woman had been through more than her fair share of triumphs. Both up and down. Her heart ached for the full-ness. For the chance to have someone to come home to. But she had no one. The only place she knew she stood a chance was back in Atlantica. But here....it was like the unknown. The sea was perhaps the most cruel of places sometimes. She'd lost her chance at love or so she thought when Eric had sailed away on that ship of his. She hadn't been able to yell out to him because the Evil Queen had stolen her voice. And now that she had  it back, she was willing to do anything possible to use it to her advantage. The idea of finding him had all but been a horrible thought.

 He was gone. And she had to learn to accept that. Because if she didn't there was no telling how or if she would ever be able to move on. The sea was the comforts of it all. She was still able to change her nature at whim, from having either legs or fins. She could have enjoyed the perks of this of course. She was all wet, as she was perched up on the rocks not too far from shore. Of course she hadn't noticed a ship passing all too close to her. If she had she would have jumped into the water. But alas there was no time for that. It wasn't until she heard a voice that took her out of her thoughts. Killian. Of course. He would get his comeuppance too.

The last time she had seen him she had slapped the hell out of him for his transgressions. Now why the hell would he want to even see her? It wasn't that he wasn't attractive, because he was. But that was besides the point! Now of course it seemed like she wasn't going to get away from him so easily. She turned away from the ship and had dived into the water, when a net had crashed into the waters. Engulfing her inside it. Words could not express how that made her feel. He would certainly deserve a slap and perhaps be thrown overboard. The net carried her to the top of the ship hovering above the deck. When it released her she fell straight into the deck. Her eyes soon met Killian's face and it was easy to tell that she was seeing red when she glared at him. "What the hell was that for, Hook? You knew I was there. I saw you looking right at me!" She was wearing what she always did, little sparkles...the appropriate attire that all mermaids wore. Needless to say if she had it her way she'd leave his ship immediately.

[Killian Jones]

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It's Always Nice

TO MAKE AN IMPRESSION

A pirate's life was indeed a glorious one! Hook had traveled many a realms and have over three centuries worth of adventures . . . but nothing beat being on the open sea aboard the Jolly Roger. He had loved and lost, sought to claim vengeance and the let the anger go. His purpose in Storybrooke was no more, as it seemed that he and Emma had no future together. A part of his heart would forever be reserved for her, just as it was for Milah, but he supposed it was for the best. If nothing else, it proved to him that he was capable of loving again and while he enjoyed his various encounters with women, he did one day hope to find someone -- or something -- worth living for.

But for the time being, he was doing what he did -- and what he knew -- best: being a pirate. Not only that, being the infamous Captain Hook. And he thrived on every second of it. He was aware of the rocks ahead and pulled out his telescope to get a closer look. Only his sight didn't exactly go to the rocks but rather, the exquisite figure sitting among them. A smile crept onto Hook's lips as the woman was all too familiar. "There's rocks ahead!" He announced as he swiftly turned the wheel of the ship to steer them to the side. He saw a small splash in the water and well, he just couldn't resist. "It's time we go fishing, lads," he said with a smirk.

His men seemed to get the idea for they tossed a net in the water. Killian maneuvered it a little so that they were able to catch their desired prey. As they hoisted her up, she dropped onto the deck of his ship and he crouched down next to her. Oh that familiar angered expression of hers was most endearing. He couldn't help but smirk at her words. "What can I say, love. I missed the feel of the palm of your hand across my cheek," he said jokingly, a playful tease in his voice. "There is a certain sting of pleasure that comes with it," he added with the same playfulness in his voice . . . along with a hint of suggestiveness.

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[ariel]

The young mermaid did not stand a chance. Father had always spoken about the dangers of humans. But this had always entranced her even more to get to know them. This of course was perhaps the fact that scared her father the most. Fearing that his youngest daughter would not only be swept up but killed by the humans that would be encountered. Of course she didn't see it the same way her father had. It was all about adventure after all. And no life was worth sitting on the sidelines. Not for her anyway. But although the sea had always and would always been a part of her life story, she was ready to move on. She needed to move on for her own good.

Of course her heart had been shattered a thousand times over in the course of the last near thirty years. Yes, she'd had her heart broken but she still yearned to get back to him. To get back to what they had talked about, sailing the high seas and being together. But there was no point in thinking about such things. Eric was gone to her. Possibly forever, and there was no help. There was no reason to try. She needed to move on from the lost love and move toward what she knew was possible. No man would want a woman without legs. No one would want someone like her.

 But she was so lost in her thoughts that she had barely noticed the ship coming towards her. Her memory was in the past as was her reason for existing. Or so she had often told herself. Though kicking herself out of that mindset came a voice she barely recognized. Hook. She'd barely been unable to escape the net that had been thrown overboard. She'd heard his voice even taunting that they should go fishing and of course his men knew what he meant by that. Of course having dropped down, in the manner in which she had, she was highly pissed off. Which meant he would get his comeuppance and not in the way he would have liked. Oh no.

 "You're lucky it's just the palm of my hand hitting your face. And not something a lot sharper. Now I am going to ask you one last time what the hell am I doing here? Because I think we both know it's not because I want to be." Her tone was authoritive and cold. Exactly what one would have expected given the rude start to this little conversation. She wasn't about to let him get away with that so easily.

[Killian Jones]

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It's Always Nice

TO MAKE AN IMPRESSION

It seemed she was not in the best of moods. If there was one thing he had determined about Ariel in his past encounters with her, it was that she was often rather jovial and opptimistic; kind and caring. Yet her mood now was far from any of that. Perhaps he had caught her at a bad time . . . quite literally, caught her. "Come now, love, where's that charming sense of humor that I know you to possess," he said with a smirk and a slight chuckle. He waved his hand to one of his men who promptly tossed him a towel.

"I just thought I'd bring you aboard to reunite with an old friend," he stated honestly, though the smirk continued to play on his features. "But if you prefer to leave, then by all means go ahead, lass. I shan't keep you here against your will." It wasn't as if she was some sort of prisoner. "But if you would like a change of scenery, some good company, and a hearty meal and drink, then you are more welcome to stay." With that offer, he flung the towel over his shoulder, and extended his hand for her to take to help her up. "The choice is yours," he said with a bit of a wink, not about to be offended if she chose the former rather than latter. Though he of course knew his own personal preference.

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