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“The savior… yeah right.” This was one of the many things Liam rightfully disagreed with the others, especially those damn dwarves. He found it shocking how fast their loyalties changed from Emma to the damn Evil Queen this fast. Emma hadn’t even done anything, at least nothing they could prove was hers. Apart from maybe take something, but hell, Regina had done worse, Gold had done worse, but they already condemned her. And Liam really wanted to make them scrub a deck, if he wasn’t so damn scared to ever go on one again. In any way he had lost all respect for them and he’d be sure never to put his trust in this bunch.

“Handy.” Liam commented as she used magic to set up the table. It was. She could do that with light magic, too, he suspected, but he’d not ask that. In any case he could bet she’d use this particular new trick later as well. And if not, there was no loss. He didn’t care what Emma there was, as long as she loved his brother, he was on her side, for good. Something, one might call it a hunch, told him he would stay on her side through this all.

“He’s as annoying as he is in reality, isn’t he?” Liam asked as he took a seat at the table with Emma. He smiled at her. “I’m pretty sure you can make your own decisions, he can bugger off. As far as I know you’re perfectly capable of taking care of things all by yourself. You wouldn’t be the savior if you weren’t.” Maybe it was a bit of a late statement, but yes, he still considered her the savior. The title did not just transfer to Regina of all people. “And in any case, I don’t think we need his company for a casual dinner between friends and maybe later some… DVV?”

Emma Swan

Ever since Leviathan interfered in his life, held him captive for centuries, Liam was easier spooked. He thought the opposite might have happened, but it turned out, now, free of the monster, he felt more spooked than ever and so Emmas sudden appearance behind her made him jump. He was lucky he didn’t drop the food. “Emma! Be careful, I’m an old man!” He was. Centuries old. But in reality, he wanted this to be easy, he wanted her to really know he meant no harm, no judgment, just company and that included him simply making fun of himself and his age, which was quite ancient. “And I died before, Ems, careful, I might drop dead at your feet and stink up the pretty new house.” Not that he really thought that. A simple stunt like that, did not kill him yet. Nor was there any indication towards her being capable of killing someone. Liam turned to her, smiling just as softly as she did, before throwing caution to the wind and pulling her into an embrace. 

“I took a guess.” He explained, when he let her go. “I saw your family in the dinner and Killian. That meant nobody was with you, logically. I… I couldn’t bloody well sit by and pretend like there wasn’t someone missing.” As if it was a free invitation the former captain walked to the table and started to unpack the food. “You know, there is so much talk of you being evil, yet they don’t stop for a second to notice that so far you haven’t done anything in that direction. And in any case, you’re still Emma. You’d hold on to any of us, be there for any of us, so time someone returns the favor, even though it’s a bloody shame it’s not your parents.” Pulling out these weird onion rings, he grinned. “Speaking of: Next time I’m at the diner, I’m going to punch all six dwarves in the face.”

Emma Swan

Character(s) you play: Liam Jones, David Nolan, Lily Page, William Smee

Date due to leave: Today

Date due back: Not possible to tell. End of February

So this is not a full 'I am gone fully' thing. I start Uni again today, though only over the weekend. Combined  with my job, I might not be able to make it on during the weekends. I'll try to catch up during the weekdays.

“It doesn’t. As a Captain you’re responsible for many lives. You saved them when you left me behind.” He saved those people and protected them and did not doom them to a painful long death. Liam too survived. Nobody died, it was a greater achievement than that of many captains. Unknowingly he saved the lives of Liam, his crew and his own. Liam had to give him credit for it. In the end this was Killians achievement, that they could not reunite as this now, only his, did he not see? 

Liam couldn’t help but note the irony of the situation. Back in the day, decades, centuries ago he would bring a cup with liquid to his brothers lips when the younger was sick or injured. He’d spend so much time caring for him, even refusing to go on a mission when he knew his brother needed care – despite Elizabeths presence. Now his brother helped him drink. Even the assurance of him being safe now sounded familiar yet reversed. “Shouldn’t I be the one saying that?” He was the older brother after all.

“No. I… I came straight here when I washed ashore. I thought a tavern would be… the best place to seek help in. I didn’t even know you were here.” Yet fate had weird way of working. It brought him here of all people, brought them together after all this time. He was glad, though. All those years he had longed to see his little brother again, to know he was fine and now he did. "Why?"

Killian Jones

“You, little brother, don’t know that.” Neither did Liam, but given the right incentive, he would have done anything, especially if his brothers life was concerned. Liam, unlike Killian seemed to hold no illusion about what he was ready to do. The stupid boy couldn’t see it, could he? He doubted himself and maybe part of it was right. Maybe he did bad things, but it was easier to just give in and be evil, instead of changing or trying hard. No, he was no villain and Killian had every reason to be proud of himself, just like Liam was proud of him.

“You are the man I raised you to be, Killian. You are. It’s so easy to take the easy route, take the easy way out. And you did, no one can blame you, Killian. But then you changed back. You didn’t choose easy, you chose right and that, that is how I raised you, how mother raised you. You’re human, but you’re good.” And he would always choose good, eventually. Liam smiled at him. Their mother would be so proud of that.

“I have. I have seen her.” Liam raised his hand where they had tied the threads. “I know she’s here, we’ve already been reunited."


Killian Jones

“You were so young.” Of course he wouldn’t remember it all, probably only the worst parts of it or the parts that broached him the most, like that his mother could no longer play with him, that even Liam had less time for him, that was probably what he remembered the most. The consequences, now that was something else entirely. Liam allowed himself to breathe deeply and lean just a little more heavily on his brother. He hated the tale, hated to remember his mothers struggles to stay awake. He remembered one night, she was deathly pale, but Killian was upset and so she fought sleep so desperately to tell him a story. The next night Liam insisted.

“Because… The first thing we noticed was how tired she got. You hated it, but you were too young to understand. She slept all the time. She grew weaker and weaker, could barely move or get up. When she cut herself her wounds would bleed forever and she started to bruise so easily. I remember… once you hugged her and it left bruises and you were so upset, we could barely console you even though you didn’t do anything wrong, but you thought you hurt her. You didn’t understand it was due to her sickness. The truth is, Killian: I never even noticed Shattered sight hitting the town. I slept through it. I feel like I need to sleep, I feel so weak.” He still kept on walking with his brother. After all they needed to get to that hospital thing. “Killian, nobody could help mother…”


Killian Jones