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Post by David Nolan on Jul 30, 2015 11:44:39 GMT
“He is with Regina, yes.” He refused to say the word safe in context to that. He’d see about safe once Hook reported back to him- actually maybe they should officially employ the man, he was running errands for them all the time anyway. Might as well have him paid with real money, not just Emmas love. But Emmas love was a pretty damn good payment already. At the very least he adored those small moments with his beloved daughter – he was lost to her charms anyway. “I have the feeling we will get a taste of it soon. Henrys appetite is getting more and more every day.” And given that he seemed to have a lot from his mother, Henry might mimic those habits of Emmas and he was grateful of it. He had missed so much of her life, yet not willingly. He wanted to enjoy every single moment with her and her son now.
“I prefer pasta over dragons tongue any day, to be honest.” He grinned at that. “Your cooking is great with that, but the tongue just isn’t mine.” He had been raised a shepherd, he wasn’t used to fancy food, never really needed him. Drop a bit of common meat like beef and sheep on his plate and he’d be happy. But dragon and what not? Not his world at all. Snow had a way with spices that made it bearable, though. Somehow he felt like that was something Emma might even share with him. He had seen her appreciate the simple food often. And what she made was simple enough to have him dig in. On top of it, it tasted perfectly and it was far enough from lasagna to not leave a bit of a bitter taste in his gut. He just ate, fully intending on making his compliments heard after he finished. Until his daughter spoke.
“You caught him? He stole other stuff as well?” Honestly that cat had been the source of a bit of wonder in the entire town so far. It turned out if really stole stuff then. “Real cat or shape shifting human?” He looked up at his wife. “Remember when I told you someone bugged us to investigate the case of a stolen cake? We were convinced it was just his own cat eating it from the windowstill. Now though…”
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Post by David Nolan on Jul 30, 2015 10:17:16 GMT
It did. Neal was surprisingly calm, though part of that could easily be exhaustion. David was ready to pick up his son then, to carry him to his crib, get him to sleep, but him through his much needed sleep – routine, but Hook had him. Not in a ways that suggested he couldn’t take the baby, but there was something about the way Killian held himself, that made David not reach out for his son and wait instead. Hook rocked him gently. With a babyfoot pressing against his chest, Killian and Neal seemed to be quite cozy. The parrot was in the babys hand. All thoughts of taking his son from Killian were forgotten when the man started to softly sing to him. Neal stared at him, apparently the pain forgotten, fascinated by a very pleasant voice singing to him. He smiled! Killian actually made him smile despite what pain the little munchkin was enduring right now, but the singing helped. Even David found himself calming down at the sound.
Slowly Neal fell asleep. David barely managed to make himself move with the sounds, but he had to. He lifted the blanket in the crib and motioned for Killian to carry the baby over and place him in the crib where he could sleep. Finally silence in the apartment, yet he knew neither of them would leave, not with Neal sick like that. He could finally move to the kitchen. There David started to make them food and something to drink. “I didn’t know you could sing like that. He was asleep so fast. Thank you, Killian. You’ve been a life saver.”
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Post by David Nolan on Jul 30, 2015 9:43:34 GMT
What Killian just said, unknown to the man, was exactly what made him king material, the willingness to step back and have Emma take the lead. But he had no doubt, come the day, Killian would lead as much as Emma did, providing her with council and criticism and ideas. He would be a great king. After all it was not that different than being a Captain – or Admiral – he just had a few more people to take care of then. He would manage, there was not a single bit of doubt in his mind, that they would work out perfectly as a royal couple.
“I am alright with this, Killian, yes. But I am not the man about whose blessing you should be concerned.” They both knew Emma would do what she wanted no matter what David said. But there was one male in her life, whose blessing really, really counted. David had no doubt about Killian having it, but he would want to insist on him asking Henry first, simply for the matter of: Considering it. It would be good for the matter. And besides Henry would be part of the family, he should have a bit of a say in this. “Henry. My blessing doesn’t really count to Emma. If she wants to marry you, she’ll do so with or without my blessing. But Henrys opinion counts. If he’s against this, you’re basically screwed.”
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Post by David Nolan on Jul 28, 2015 13:02:07 GMT
A family dinner should not make him nervous. But it wasn’t the entire family and that was what made him nervous. After spending the afternoon with his little son, he had to give him to someone he really did not want to give him to. Yes, Regina was deemed trustworthy now, but he’d have Neal much rather with Granny. That woman was less likely to be attacked and more likely to protect Neal first above anyone else. Whatever happened, he had full trust in Granny, but still a bit of respect of Reginas past. He did not want to leave his baby with her, despite knowing she had done a great job with his grandson. He saw too much. As it happened, it was Snows wish and so he had to follow it, if he wanted to or not. That did not mean he couldn’t ask for a back up plan. That back up plan was a pirate utterly wrapped around his children’s little fingers. On his way home he had texted Killian to ask him to casually swing by Reginas to check on Henry and Neal.
He was still standing in the hall, checking once more if the text was clear enough, before he wanted to go in. But before he could so much as put the mobile phone away, he hear his daughters voice. “Perfect Timing indeed. How are you, Emma?” With a gentle squeeze of her shoulder, he grinned at her reaction to the smell. With his worry about the baby, he hadn’t even noticed it. But it did smell good. “Hopefully not lasagna.” He chuckled before stepping back to let Emma in first, not so much due to his manners, but more because he just adored his girls. Emma especially deserved to be treated every bit the princess she was as she had been deprived of being treated as such when she was younger. As he pulled of his own coat, making sure Emmas hung properly as he put his own up as well, he grinned. Emmas announcement to be starving actually reminded him a bit of their grandson.
“Did I miss the part where my daughter is the ever hungry teenager and not my grandson?” With said grin he put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her to him to kiss the top of her head lovingly. “She is right. It does smell great in here.”
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Post by David Nolan on Jul 28, 2015 12:42:16 GMT
The stake? Did she honestly think the town would tie her to the stake and burn her like some medieval witch? Like some… well, like they were in the most barbaric kingdom of the Enchanted Forest, where even the most innocent could end up on stakes for being wrongly accused of whatever someone wanted to accuse them of. Did she honestly expect to be killed? By them? At the very least Charming knew his own family would not do it. They had no interest in burning her. They had no interest in killing her. Actually most of them would give her a chance to redeem herself, if she so much as desired it – most of them meaning not exactly him right now. He was a father and she hurt his kids, he was not inclined to forgive her anytime soon.
“The stake is not your fate, Zelena. We’re not going to kill you. You will spend some time behind those bars or in another cell, but we will not sentence you to death.” On top of it, would it not be hypocritical? Some people in this town had once committed bigger crimes, genocide for example, and they were still alive and walking freely. She would have to serve her time, there was no way around it, but a death sentence was out of proportions here.
“Why did you do it? What did you expect to find in the past?” What did she expect to change? He had the general idea of what she wanted, heard it from Snow, but to him it made no sense. To him what se wanted was unobtainable, due to the nature of her mother, of her entire family. Was it really her plan though? How much did Cora know after all?
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Post by David Nolan on Jul 28, 2015 12:40:30 GMT
David regarded her in wonder. She was interesting, in a way. In many ways actually. Ever since they came back, he had heard of her, of course. Not to mention the stories that painted her in a different picture than the girl seemed to be. Then again, it didn’t take a genius to notice how false the stories about Peter Pan in this world seemed to be entirely false. There was never any mention about Pans fatherhood, there was never any mention about a boy, who’d grow up to cause that much trouble. Only the original stories, not the Disney versions, seemed to give a little justice to what those people were, painting Pan as a children killing demon and Hook, well he hated to admit it as appropriately handsome. Still, apart from that those stories were even further from the truth than the fairy tales he knew. And if it was up to him, he’d erase one or two people entirely from several stories, given what damage they caused.
“How are you feeling?” David sat down, with enough space between them to have even a stranger see how innocent this meeting was and would remain. He had no interest in little girls, apart from protecting them from whatever harm could come their ways. And given what this town was like, harm might not be too far away. Luckily it was quite literally his job to try and prevent it. “Are you getting used to this town?” With her origins or what he had to presume were her origins this town was as strange to her as to some others, holding wonders and strange machines and a society that hardly resembled the society of any of the societies either one of them grew up in.
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Post by David Nolan on Jul 27, 2015 16:23:24 GMT
Without a heart love was hard, but not impossible. Feeling wasn’t impossible. He was a controlled puppet, Charming knew that, but he still felt. He felt enough to know that even if he had a heart, he’d remain where he was, loyal by the Queens side as her servant. But he knew she’d not appreciate it. She was a puppet and a poor replacement of the love of her life. She’d never love him back and he couldn’t expect it. It was enough for her to trust him – in a way. Or not, because she still only held his heart.
Charming walked slowly towards where he knew her to be. As expected, he bowed before his Queen. As Charming straightened, he offered a smile, more like a grimace though, as he knew it would not be met anyway. “My Queen. Are there any tasks you need done for the day? I am, as always, at your service.” Not that he had a choice to begin with. He had to obey if he wanted to or not. He just happened to want to actually be at her service – at least most of the time. Not many of those dark knights were actually loyal, they just feared her. She had her trusted circle, whom she rightfully trusted, but the low ranks? They were often fuelled by fear, terror and simple… bribing – aka blackmail.
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Post by David Nolan on Jul 27, 2015 13:17:58 GMT
“Not yet.” He couldn’t tell them. He knew them, Snow more, but he knew Emma as well. There was no way he would tell either of them of the poisoning or that he had to stay on the island. Not for a while. The knowledge of it would throw them ‘off course’ as Hook would probably say. They needed to stay focused on their task of saving Henry. It had to be their priority. Once he was save in his mothers embrace again, then he could allow himself to tell him and distract them with the fact that while they would go home, he would have to stay here.
“Hook, it’s a cheap price to pay for my grandsons safety. I’d die for him. For all of my family. Maybe one day you will feel what that’s like.” Maybe one day he would have a family of his own, sadly Charming would never get to see that, because he was trapped here, for good. But his family would be safe. “Meanwhile I can’t tell them. I can’t risk anything distracting them from the real task at hand: Finding Henry. He has his whole life ahead of him.” And if this was the price they had to pay for that, well so be it. "Are you doing it for her or for him? Or both?"
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Post by David Nolan on Jul 26, 2015 19:50:26 GMT
The sight of two people he loved a lot sleeping peacefully finally set his mind at ease. Or they should have. David Nolan found his mind was not at peace at all. He felt relief over how they weren’t harmed. He felt relief to see that his son was whole and safe wrapped up warm and snuggly in his bed, with his mother close by and a sister and nephew to watch over him. But what happened would not let him go. This witch trying to use his courage, or a symbol of it, was one thing. But his son? Why him of all babies? And most importantly what would it have done with the boy. Would it have killed him? He needed to know.
David walked into the station as casually as possible, though he didn’t feel that way. A bit of anger still simmered below the calm surface, one he held down by reminding himself that his son and wife were okay, so were his daughter and grandson. They were alive and well. Still, he busied himself with picking up piles before he approached her.
“So, Zelena.” Finally he spoke. “Do you like your new accommodations? Because you might stay there for a while.”
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Post by David Nolan on Jul 25, 2015 14:36:48 GMT
He trusted this man, not only with his daughters heart, but with his grandsons as well. Killian had proven over and over again how even when he wasn’t with Emma, Henry was dear to him. He taught him how to sail when he didn’t have to, was even willing to give his life for him, only to be repaid by mistrust, which he now regretted. Hook deserved to be loved, just as much as his daughter. The prince only knew part of his story, but it painted a clear picture of the man. And even now the man was prepared to wait for her, loving her unconditionally. But what if the man himself fell short then? What if his damaged daughter, who had all the right in the world to take things slow and be cautious, forgot to see that her boyfriend wasn’t exactly undamaged either? He deserved care, just as much as Emma did.
“Killian, that honors you, a lot. And I am so glad to hear you want to take this at her pace and not pressure her.” Hell he trusted him to know where Emmas limits were. So far he had even known her better than David could hope for. There was a reason why he helped hoist her into Killians arms when she was freed from the ice wall, because he knew she was safe in those arms and he’d fight heaven and hell to keep her warm and alive.
“But I worry about you as well. I can see you’re willing to wait no matter what, but what about what you want? What about what you need? What if she can’t give you the support you need because she isn’t ready yet? This is a relationship, you are allowed to expect her to show her care for you as much as you care for her. It should be equal.”
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Post by David Nolan on Jul 25, 2015 14:35:13 GMT
“Hook!”, he almost called out when the man had the nerve to tell him it wasn’t good enough. “So far no one has been able to resist this. You’re the first. Don’t sell yourself short.” He was brilliant at resisting spells like that, his determination alone pushing through a lot of them and then there was this one time where not his determination pushed through, but his love for Emma. David knew better than to sell this short. It showed Killians strength. He was alive because Killian Jones had beat this damn spell. Not fully, but damn it, better than anyone else had. But that wasn’t priority now. They had to somehow slow down or still the blood flowing from his wound, so he had a proper chance to survive the night for someone to get to them in the morning. Given that they were magically locked in, maybe whoever put the spell on Killian expected him to resist and for David to survive. Maybe… god damn it, they knew Killian well enough to know he was good at resisting spells! It made sense.
David moaned, regretting the rum and not at the same time. The burning of the liquid distracted him from the pain and he knew it would numb it, but there was another usage. “If there is no disinfectant in there, you might have to sacrifice a bit of rum for that as well, I’m afraid.” David braced himself for Killian having to fit a proper dressing to the wound, he trusted him with it, but at the same time he wanted to further distract himself from the pain it would cause. “Killian, they never locked their victims in. Only us, now. They know us. Whoever it is, they know us well enough to calculate you resisting the spell! They gave us a fucking lead!”
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Post by David Nolan on Jul 25, 2015 14:33:36 GMT
“I will be calm soon.” With all that was happening, relief already flooded the man once he saw Hook. With Killian joining him the hurdle of keeping up with Neal and his pain seemed to be less big, even bearable. Between them they could try and soothe the baby, keep him calm and offer each other the support they might need in enduring to watch an innocent child in that much pain. One day the roles might even be reversed. They would keep each other as calm as they could.
“Thank you, Hook. For all of that.” He had to thank him for much more, eventually, but right about now, his thoughts circled around his son and only him. Emma was safe with Snow, as was Henry, he could without a bad conscience let go of worries about them and focus on the littlest member of their family. Like Hook said, he put the carrot and even the ring in the fridge. The cool would do the baby some good, as him still nibbling on the hook proved. With a smile he pulled out the parrot. It was adorable. Maybe they should give it to him to hold onto while David put in the drops. “Keep the hook for now. We’ll think about that, when it’s absolutely needed. Right now he’s happy with it all.” The hook after all came attached to Killian and Neal adored Killian, loved to be held and rocked by him. David grabbed the parrot. He held it out for his son, who eagerly took it.
“Okay, here goes.” With Neal distracted by the hook and the parrot, he reluctantly put the drops into one ear. Neal whimpered, tears ran down his eyes almost immediately. He clutched the parrot tightly while his little feet kicked against Hooks chest in protest. Dave felt his own eyes wet with a few tears. He hated to see his son in pain, but it had to be done, so he’d feel better soon. Once the drops were in the second ear, all he could do was watch as Neal slowly, very slowly calmed down again, still holding his new parrot very very closely. “I guess the parrot has officially been accepted.”
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Post by David Nolan on Jul 25, 2015 14:29:13 GMT
“I got a bit of training, so I’d say so.” At least he hoped so. His brother returning, while it would allow him to finally meet him, was not something he really wanted to witness thanks to what he heard of him and of course to experiences with the man who raised James as his son for all those years. James was not a person he’d like to meet without really knowing him. David walked over to the kitchen area. He pulled out two glasses, but instead of filling them with alcohol, he filled them with milk. Without even asking he warmed the milk, added cocoa and cinnamon and wordlessly presented one of the glasses to Hook, not even remembering when exactly they had included him in this family tradition of giving out this drink to soothe their own.
“Your brother is back, you know I would want to meet him eventually, you’ve spoken very highly of him after all. I didn’t know he was engaged though. They must be happy to be reunited with each other and you.” At least he assumed the woman liked Killian as well, given the stories of his brother, though, David would be surprised if the man would have accepted a woman if she disrespected his brother.
“Killian, you know Emma. She’s loyal to you. She would never mention anything about her unless you specifically gave her permission to do so. She would protect you, even from us, with everything she got. I mean she got angry at us for being concerned you might be tempted by darkness a while back. She got your back. So no, she hasn’t mentioned anything – BUT, I am her father, I did notice she’s distracted and … conflicted about something. So does this have something to do with Milah then? What is it?” After all he had reason to believe Killian might have come to him to speak to him about what was bothering and he’d be sure to keep the knowledge safe, like he requested. With a smile he watched as Neal reached out to examine Hooks necklace, again.
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Post by David Nolan on Jul 25, 2015 14:27:25 GMT
“Luckily that won’t be my job with Henry. With Henry I can be the benevolent grandpa.” Unless Emma or Hook openly voiced disapproval of the girl, then he’d of course join their sides, knowing he could and should trust their judgements. And as such Hooks observation of Henrys growing was right. He was a teenager now, David expected him to start acting like one every day – the appetite was clearly getting there already. “He is, way too fast. But he’s happy, which is the priority.” And Henry adored his big complicated patchwork family. He loved playing with Neal, never held a grudge on the baby if he kept him up all night – he even inquired if he was alright, if the baby would remain inconsolable, while his mother sometimes just huffed and mumbled and turned, trying to find sleep somehow. He loved Regina, Snow, Belle and Hook. Somehow he even still held a soft spot for Gold.
“No I can’t.” If anyone understood how Hook loved those kids, it would be Charming, since he was hopelessly devoted to the two of them as well. “Hook…. I think you’re on to something. And I know just the thing to do: Next time we pack Henry and Neal and go sailing. What do you say? Not far, just out into the bay. I bet Neal will love the rocking and the sea gulls and to play with you guys. Henry loves sailing anyway.”
David stopped in his tracks. “Why is Grannys no option? She serves drinks as well and… oh, right, because of her and the dwarves, got you. Rabbit Hole, I’d say. Or isn’t there this new pub thing down by the docks? Maybe that one?”
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Post by David Nolan on Jul 25, 2015 14:25:06 GMT
“And the disinfecting qualities when poured on wounds, still not medicine.” At least not the kind that should be had here. On the other hand he understood. He wanted nothing but to drown the pain of losing his child and grandchild in alcohol. While he loved Snow with all his heart he had learned especially over the course of their adventures in Neverland, that a happy ending could not be had without his daughter and grandson, they were always part of his happy ending, but they were gone, so how could it truly be his happy ending? And it seemed it was similar for Hook. And with him things were different. David remembered not only Neverland, but also what happened after. His daughter had, in a way, already made her decision, she was just not aware of it yet. He wanted her happiness, but now she, too, had to adjust to something else. “The dwarves will be the first to discover it and complain. Mark my words and watch it.” At least he hoped the kid would want to stay around with them. Part of him feared Hook isolating himself again. He had come to respect him and wanted him safe, with them. They would have a place for him and when they had Emma back, she’d want to see him, he was sure of that.
“We all will prevail somehow. Together. We will get settled and then somehow we will find a way to get Emma and Henry to us. This might have been a way for them, but…. How can this be our happy ending? Once again parted from our daughter and grandson? It can’t be. If it is, I shall accept it, but reluctantly. Until then, there will be lots of filled flasks for you. We will have to find a ship for you as well.”
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