Ghost Town

[Killian Jones]

Tag: @returnofmilah
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It's Always Nice

TO MAKE AN IMPRESSION

Killian knew Milah well enough to know that she did not find any of this fine, and that she didn't know if she would ever get used to this place. "I know it is overwhelming," he told her truthfully. Unlike most of the others, Killian had not come here due to the curse. He had not had the same luxury of twenty eight years to adjust to all the technologies of this realm. He had come here, thrown into this strange world and learned to adapt.

Which was why he knew a semblance of what Milah was feeling . . . only that part though. The rest, he could only imagine. And he hated that he was the reason that she was reluctant about this place. For he knew that if they could be together the way they were before she died, that Storybrooke would be far less overwhelming. "I'm here though, Milah. And you won't be going through any of this alone." He couldn't promise that they would be together as a couple, but he would be here for her, and for their child.

That, he could easily promise. When the arrived at the room, he put the light switch on and allowed her a few moments to take in the sight of the place. He remained silent when she spoke of how she wasn'tok with him leaving to go to another. "I won't . . . betray you, or her," he told her. Meaning, he wouldn't do anything intimate with either of them. He wanted both Milah to know that and would say the same to Emma.

"I can take a room nearby. That way, should you need anything, I shan't be far." He then went over to the bedside table where there was a phone, and picked up a pen, scribbling down a series of numbers on a notepad before turning back to her. "This is called a telephone," he began to explain. "If you press this series of numbers, there will be a sort of ringing tone, and I will answer, no matter what time it may be." He couldn't stay in the same room as her, but he could be close by. And he could be here in an instant should she need him, thanks to these talking phones.

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Milah felt absolutely sick.. and it wasn't just because of the nausea from being pregnant. It was because she was afraid that Killian would leave her to go to Emma Swan's bed. The sheriff would have Killian, and she...she would be alone. But then, he explained to her that he would not betray her.. nor would he betray his newest lover. Instead, he was going to sleep in a separate room, away from both of them - and close enough so that he could be at Milah's side should she need him. It made a wave of relief wash over her.. she was not yet ready to face the night, knowing that the love of her life was with another. "Thank you, Killian.." she spoke softly.. nervously. Ashamed that she was in this position when she was formally happy, and in love, and ready to start a family with this man. Things had indeed changed.

He came back to her, to scribble down numbers on a piece of paper. She guessed it would be coordinates to where he would be located, but they made no sense. He then explained a phone to her, and that she would be able to speak to him in the  night should she need him by dialing those numbers in to the contraption. How strange.. it was some sort of telepathy device that had been invented since her death. But, that wasn't the most intriguing thing that she had noticed. His wrist.. it had something curious etched upon it. She gently took him by the wrist, and slid his sleeve up. What she saw was a tattoo, with her name on it, inside of a heart. 

"...You... you never did stop loving me.. did you?" She asked, lifting her gaze to meet Killian's. If she was ready to give up before.. this was enough to spurn her on to fight even harder. "I don't see Emma's name here.." she mused, just stating a point. "It's always been me, Killian.. I wonder how long it will take you to see that." She released her hand from his wrist, and she moved to curl on to her side where she was comfortable. "Sleep sweet, Killian, my love." She was certainly not going to give up now. She was his, and he was her's.. nothing would stop that. It just..couldn't. 

Killian Jones

[Killian Jones]

Tag: @returnofmilah
Note: proper gif coming soon!

It's Always Nice

TO MAKE AN IMPRESSION

As Killian finished writing the number, he felt her take his rest and slowly slide up his sleeve. He had been curious as to what she was looking at for a moment, before it all became clear: the tattoo. The one he had gotten of Milah after she had died. He fell silent, knowing that this didn't help matters at all. She rhetorically spoke of how he really didn't stop loving her, and well . . . he hadn't. He would always love her. It had taken him over three hundred years to move past her death and allow himself to love again. She the spoke of how she didn't see Emma's name there, and that it had always been her . . . questioning how long it would take her to see that.

"You will always be the first woman I have ever loved, Milah. Nothing will change that." But, would she be the last? He couldn't leave Emma so easily, but nor could he dismiss Milah. He hated the situation he had placed both women in. She then curled onto the bed and bid him goodnight, calling him her love. Hers. The term was one he should be glad to hear; one that he enjoyed hearing every night they lay together all those years ago. But now . . . things were so drastically different. He moved to pull the blanket up over her so that's he was covered and gave a small, soft smile. "Sleep well, Milah. I will be back soon." He knew he couldn't linger here when he had to discuss everything that was going on with Emma. After a few moments of just looking at her, he slowly and quietly turned to leave, closing the door behind him. He leaned against the closed door on the other side and just closed his eyes fo a moment, trying to process everything that was happening. Milah had returned; they were going to have a baby and . . . well, he knew full well that this was just the beginning.

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