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“How could I not blame myself, Elizabeth? This was caused by my ill judgment. This was caused by me abandoning you, while I promised, to both of you that I wouldn’t.” And yet he had done it. He had trusted someone over his brothers judgment. How stupid was that, please? How could he have ever done that? He was so dumb, so stupid. 

“Of course he did not blame me. He blamed himself. He blamed himself for not being able to stop him. You know this idiot, I know him. He blamed himself!” And again Liam should have been there to stop that. He should have told his brother to stop blaming himself right after he saved him. He should have made sure there was no doubt in this thick head of his brother. But of course he thought he’d survive this. He hadn’t expected his death, despite the poison. He really had been stupid.

“I know he is here.” It was the first thing that caused him to smile right then. He should hammer this into Killians head once he got to meet him. And he had a few more words to exchange with him. “I have met the woman he’s in love with. She mentioned him.” Liam kissed her back softly, knowing he never wanted this to stop. How could he ever let go of her again? She was the love of his life! “I am here and so are you. We get more time. Together and with Killian. And now even with his Emma. She seems to be a great lass.”


@elizabeth

Did she mean that or was it a reaction to his sudden visible discomfort at her focus on Killian? He couldn’t tell, unfortunately he couldn’t see what she was thinking, it would make things so much easier. Maybe he should confront her about the rumors, but he had no right to, no place to ask her about any suitor at all unless she possibly felt the same for him. But a gorgeous woman like that? A lady so far above him in status could never love him. He was her friend, guard perhaps, but that was it.

Once at the picnic site, he made a point to not look at her as he let go of her to busy himself with the basket. He had made sure she would like the food he brought. It was some of her favorite dishes, but durable enough to survive long enough out here – unless the water would have come in unexpectedly. And that was highly unlikely, since he and Killian knew the sea well enough to never be surprised by her changing nature. 

“You think?” Did she honestly consider this the best spot? He hoped for. “I arranged for some of your favorite dishes. And this…” No he had not arranged for this. The rose Liam pulled out of the basket was not put there by him, but by someone else, someone who shared his last name. Sneaky bastard! He held it out to her as he knelt there. God this looked almost like a proposal and he was very, very aware of the position his brother had put him in there. He'd have his revenge - maybe. Depending on how this would end.



@elizabeth

“I did. She’s a gorgeous young lass. I can see why you love her.” Even though Emma hasn’t commented on his love for her, there was simply no doubt left for Liam. He knew his brother just too well. He knew that him telling her about his existence meant he cared a great deal about her. He knew his brother closed off way too easily, but she had information she’d not have any other way. And he could see she loved Killian. She was a lucky lass, since Killian once he loved, he loved with all his heart and soul.

It was his brothers question for food, though, the observation that he used to never say no to it, the ship, that simply tore at his heart again. After all this time, Killian still remembered those tiny details. He remembered even that. And the Jewel… Liam gingerly ran his hand over the railing of the ship as he stepped aboard. With a heavy silence filling the air, he took it all in. The emotion had him tight in its grip. The ship was in excellent condition: The deck swabbed perfectly, even the on deck cargo was in perfect shape, secured and everything. Despite this no longer being a ship of the Navy, it was in perfect condition, ship shape. But Killian… he hadn’t been. He heard that. From more than one source right now. After all this time, though, Killian remembered him, holding on to the memory of him. It did show how much his baby brother loved him. And he felt the same. But he also felt this immense guilt and pain. He hurt him, not by choice, but he hurt him none the less. He was glad his back was turned to him, so Killian could not see those two soft tears running down his cheeks.

“Brother… she’s in perfect shape. I… I can’t even imagine what you’ve been through. I can’t for a moment fathom what happened in the time passed. I just know… I know you’ve been hurt. By me. I am so sorry, brother, for the pain I caused you. I … should have listened to you and for that I am sorry, but most importantly it breaks my heart. It breaks my heart to know I failed you. And yet it fills me with so much joy and pride to know you’ve survived this, to know you found people, your love. If this isn’t permanent, I shall rest in peace, knowing you’re in good hands. I’m so sorry, brother. Killian, I never meant to…. I should have been the one holding you through pain and sickness, yet you held me. And it’s not fair on you. Can you forgive me?”

Killian Jones

Liam jumped! He actually physically jumped a little in his seat, so surprised was he by his brother pushing him a little. He did not expect it, never even really noticed the younger one was in the house to begin with. Damn it. And of course he had to tease him about it. What was he meant to say? He couldn’t admit to daydreaming. That was just not him. He was meant to be his brothers role model. What crappy role model would he be? But damn, he was just day dreaming.

“Not daydreaming. Thinking.” He lied. Killian probably saw straight through it. “And in any case, brother, where have you been?” Docks, probably, knowing him. Helping with one of the ships, like he usually did. He was a good kid, intending to fulfill his duty. But of course his brother could not keep his mouth shut. Liam felt his stomach drop at the mention of Elizabeth and rumors. She was victim to rumors? And since when did they listen to it?

“What rumors, brother? Is she alright?” Liam got up, nervous and furious at the same time. They better not dare talk bad about this precious woman. She had been the perfect daughter, the perfect friend and all that. Why would anyone spread a rumor about her?


Killian Jones

The original plan had been for Liam to stay relatively close to Henry during the shattered sight spell, to be a bit of a last barrier between whoever might want to harm the child and the child. In the short time Liam had been here already, he had started to understand what Killian meant when he spoke of being fond of Henry. For his age he was surprisingly mature, yet he never lost the charm of a kid, never lost his innocence. Like his brother Liam had been inclined to offer his protection for the boy, but it seemed the former Naval Captain was much easier trusted in this town than his brother, thanks also to said brother. Killian had earned the peoples respect, even though he might not see it himself. Liam knew their new trust for Killian and the growing trust for him, was the basis for their trust in him and he had no intention of letting his brother or any of them down. As it happened, though he did let them down. As the spell hit the hard working Captain gave in to his urges of just RESTING. He overslept almost the entire thing and as it passed he just did not find the strength to get up. Liam had felt it in the past days: The urge to rest grew, his body weakened. He felt dizzy the day after the curse. Too dizzy. 

That morning Liam overslept as well. Hell he barely even managed to get up and dressed in time for Emma, Queen Elsa, her sister and soon to be brother in law, as well as the King and Queen leaving the diner in order to get them through some portal to Arendelle. Liam said his goodbyes to them, but to his own surprised refused to join them, instead opting to stay in the diner, telling the savior he was still under the weather. It was not far from the truth, but it just didn’t have anything to do with the spell. What he had was of a different nature. Possibly of a nature he had seen before, but he tried to ignore it, had to ignore it. If it was the same sickness his mother had died off there was nothing he could do, but spare Killian of the worry. It only took a while before Liam fell asleep, sitting in a corner booth.

It felt like it was a physical punch to his stomach, like the poison was once again firmly gripping his heart, killing him once more as he learnt of the fate of the woman he loved. He had hoped, so badly, she would carry on, she would find new love, if not in his brother and have the family she longed for, the wedding she deserved and of course the husband she deserved. He had hoped she would have gotten it all and now he learnt she had gotten nothing, instead had taken her life, because… because she could not live in a world where she lost them both. She had seen no hope. 

“Elizabeth…” His voice was a mere whisper, shock and pain evident in them. He never wanted for this to happen. He never wanted her to suffer like this and once more he felt like it was his fault. Because if his brother changed after his death, it could be influenced by his death. Knowing him it probably was. He caused them both pain. They both mourned and it changed Killian, of course it did. The sum of it all was caused by him. He killed her. In a way he killed her. It was his fault. 

“I am… so sorry. I never meant… I did not want to do this to you, to both of you. I trusted in the wrong person. I was stubborn, I paid the price, but neither of you should have had to pay this price. I am so sorry.”

@elizabeth

“What girls, Elizabeth? I say that only to you.” God, Killian would be so much smoother with this. He was good with women, the perfect gentleman and he knew what to say to please them. Liam? Not so much. In fact he had rather kept to himself than to make a move on any woman, focused more on his career until, well he lost his heart to her. Still it was madness to think she would ever accept him. He didn’t want a marriage of convenience. He wanted love. He wanted respect between the two partners, no titles or anything. Liam knew he was strange that way, but he wanted to be happy. And he wanted his brother to be happy. That was all that mattered, he learnt that when he was left the only guardian of his little brother. It had to be the only thing in his mind, had been next to the thing to motivate him to join the Navy and other things. His spirits were soon crushed, though. Of course, Killian. How could he even for a second think he’d be the desirable one. 

“He is a man of honor and a good boy.” He commented almost dryly. Damn it was that jealousy? Of course it was. He had fallen for her, but she probably had fallen for Killian. He couldn’t blame her. His brother was a great young man, active, happy, honorable and handsome. Who could ever blame her for falling for Killian? That possibly meant that his idea was entirely inappropriate as well, but it would be a pity for the food, food that Liam had learnt to honor when he was young and had to feed his brother and himself.

“I have brought a picnic.”, Liam said. “It’s just ahead around the corner. I thought homemade food and the sunset could be a nice way to spend the evening.”

@elizabeth