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Post by Killian Jones on Dec 5, 2014 11:43:10 GMT
the asking WAS ME BEING A GENTLEMAN She told him that he was not the first for trying to sleep his way out of here and he just gave her a bit of a cheeky smile. "Well, can't blame a man for trying," he said casually, knowing he would now need to resort to his next plan of maneuvering himself out of this situation. And that consisted of a less, vigorous way. She told him she was not going to take her chances with a pirate, and then furthermore, stated that she doubted he could help her with what she wanted. Turning him around, she answered the question that he would have asked had she not revealed the answer. She wanted revenge on Snow White. He had of course heard that name before but of course had not made acquaintance with her.
"And how did she exactly ruin your life?" He question, a slight smirk on his face. "Looks to me like you are rather, well established." She had a kingdom, she was queen . . . what could this woman have possibly done to her? He also knew that with this revelation . . . they had a commonality. "Seems we have something in common, your Majesty. For I know a thing or two about wishing to claim revenge." Only he was up against more than just any person: the object of his rage just happened to be the Dark One.
She responded to his words of suggesting being impressed by telling him she was angry over the inconvenience of finding new guards. "Might I suggest finding better guards, then. These ones were rather easy to overcome. Perhaps I did you a favor by weeding out the weak." They had some skill, of course. But considering he was one man who had killed how many of hers . . . well, he offered this perspective with yet another slightly cheeky smile.
She turned to face him once more and then entertained the idea of giving him a chance, then asking what he could possibly do. It seemed like he was getting through to her and of course in the process, saving his own life. "Instead of asking me to list off my abundance of skills, which may take a while I might add--" He began to say, flashing an arrogant smile. "Why don't you tell me what you would like me to do. And I assure you, My Lady, I'll be able to do it." Yes. He was that confident in his capabilities. Now he just needed to convince her of that.
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Post by Killian Jones on Dec 5, 2014 10:09:57 GMT
I tried THE HERO THING ... DIDN'T TAKE Regina apologized, stating that she wished there was another way. Hook's immediate response was silence. With all these damn curses and sacrifices that everyone constantly had to make . . . he wondered if there really was any hope for them to be happy. Or if there would always be what felt like a hole in his heart. "There never is," he said in a low voice, speaking aloud his thoughts as he took another long gulp before handing her the bottle. There was never another way. There was always the way that hurt the most . . . especially for them. For 'villains'. No matter how hard they tried to reform themselves, it seemed they were often the ones left with nothing.
Deciding to change the subject a little, Hook turned to look at Regina. "Are you really going to return to the castle with them and just, coexist with the happy couple?" The happy couple of course being Snow and Charming. Somehow, Killian couldn't picture it; picture Regina ruling at their side, content with life and embracing what awaited them here in this world. He didn't think she would revert to her evil ways either. Hence the reason he questioned what she planned to do. For he knew what he intended to do and it sure as hell wasn't going to involve staying here with the lot of them. He didn't belong here with them. This wasn't his life. And if he couldn't be with Emma, then he was going to be the man that he seemed destined to be: Pirate Captain Killian Hook Jones.
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Post by Killian Jones on Dec 5, 2014 10:01:26 GMT
Live TO FIGHT ANOTHER DAY When Killian looked at Katalina, he didn't fail to notice the tears forming in her eyes. She thanked him -- with a rather informal title he might add -- and then spoke of how she would get her stuff and he'd never have to see her again. That was what he had wanted after all; for her to be off his ship so he wouldn't have to deal with her any longer.
He had his doubts as to whether she actually possessed the treasure she claimed to have had. So yes. This should be the most ideal situation. Her promise to leave, and his ability to return to his company and enjoy the rest of the night. He watched her move toward the door, and knew he may damn himself for asking this. If anyone else wondered, he could always use the excuse that she promised his treasure and that was why he continued to engage with her.n
The rest of the tavern returned to their own conversations as the silence now became replaced with chatter and the usual sounds that filled an active bar. He took a few steps after her, not quite following her, but ensuring he was within ear shot so that she could hear him. "What's so important at our destination that you need to get to?" He wondered. She had never told him the details, nor had he asked or cared. But now, he was giving her the opportunity to explain it. And perhaps, just perhaps, he would allow her passage on his ship after all.
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Post by Killian Jones on Dec 5, 2014 9:50:34 GMT
I'm a hell
OF A CAPTAIN Katalina said that she had a statement, and went on to claim that he was out of his mind if he believed he was going alone. Killian was far from offended by her words. And he knew better than to try and argue with her. Especially in instances like these, it was often futile. While he held authority on the ship, his crew were also his mates and he was not always completely rejecting of their opinions and suggestions. Killian looked at her as she said that she was going with him, her mind clearly made up.
He could find a way for her to stay here, that wasn't an issue. But he also knew that rescuing Smee was priority . . . and finding the dagger came as a second. If he had a distraction, perhaps both could be achieved. "And just what sort of distraction do you suggest on posing as?" He questioned, as if he was entertaining the idea when he was already well aware that she would be accompanying him. "It will need to be a damn good one," he said with a hint of teasing in his voice. If this was going to be part of the plan, then they needed to make sure they discussed it prior to executing it.
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Post by Killian Jones on Dec 5, 2014 9:39:13 GMT
Till Death DO US PART Tink mentioned how the place was filled with royalty and how it looked to be the work of Snow White. "Aye," Killian easily agreed. "She really went all out for this event," he added, not meaning it as a criticism, but rather . . . merely an observation. Despite the fact that he was out of his element, he could -- and had to -- adapt. Tinkerbell went on to say how she was a fairy again, and he a prince.
He made a slight face at that, his expression only one that joked over the oddness of being referred to as a prince. Though, it did indeed feel strange to have such a title. "I still prefer pirate," he told her teasingly, though with truth as well. He wasn't exactly what a prince was often composed of. He had not been brought up like one, nor did he have the natural princely qualities. "Which is a lifestyle I can re-explore, for Swan managed to procure my ship." Of course he wasn't going to be the same pirate he was before. He was a happily married man with more morals and values now. But, he could explore the world like a pirate did . . . sail the open sea with his wife.
He gave a slight chuckle as she agreed of how this had all been so unpredictable. She was quite right about that, especially when she phrased it the way she had: married to a princess, dancing with a fairy . . . how strange this all was. But perhaps what added to the strangeness, was the fact that it felt so comfortable. It felt so, right. "Sometimes I think I still have," he joked, even though he knew he was completely sober tonight. Perhaps there was such a thing as being drunk with happiness and if there was, he was experiencing it for the first time tonight. She continued to answer his question about whether she was happy or not . . . questioning what the reason would be that she wasn't. He knew he didn't have to say it, nor did he want to. He just, felt the need to make sure she was happy.
She told him not to worry bout anyone else tonight and to enjoy the occasion that they were currently celebrating. He knew that she deserved a happy ending far more than he did. He'd once been a villain, where as she had always had a good heart. "There is, Tink," he told her confidently when she stated that she was certain that there was something out there for her. "And it will be worth the wait," he added. How did he know? Because Emma had most certainly been worth the wait. "If anyone deserves a happy ending, it is you." And he truly hoped she found it soon. He then brought the dance to a halt as he saw someone motioning for him to come. More meeting and greeting he supposed. His eyes met hers again, a smile on his lips. "Thank you for the dance, Tink," he told her, bringing her hand to his lips as he kissed the back of it.
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Post by Killian Jones on Dec 4, 2014 17:42:53 GMT
Right Now WE HAVE A QUIET MOMENT She expressed her confidence in his ability to take care of Henry, though he was distracted from all though or response when her lips lightly touched him. He would never grow sick of the sensation of her lips against his . . . not after how long he had awaited her kiss. And here they were now, moving in together. When she pulled away she responded to his tease regarding taking out the lights, and then went on to suggest candlelight . . . and how bulbs were expensive. He assumed, based on the context of their conversation, that bulbs were what went into the lights and where what shattered the night they made love for the first time. "But it is so worth the expense," he said teasingly, though with truth.
He gave a slight chuckle at her debating which was the better option, giving reasons as to why bulbs may in fact be better after all. "While your confidence in my capabilities is intriguing --" Meaning whether he could actually take her to that point of starting of a fire, which was oddly arousing, minus the dangers of it. "I would rather keep our home in tact." Our home. Their home. Together. The use of the word filled him with excitement as it became more and more real that they would be living together. It was such a wonderful thought and Killian could not wait to start his life with her in this way.
She admitted that she too had felt the same way for some time, and that she had been hiding it. "You certainly are a stubborn one, Swan," he teased her, though he knew full well as to why she had such a huge guard up. He was all too grateful that she had allowed him into her heart though; that she had shattered these walls she put up around the world. "But you were worth the wait," he added sincerely. Every agonizing moment without her . . . was worth it for what they had now. "I'm glad you allowed me to do so," he added, referring to her letting him shatter her walls, as he felt the need to express his gratitude in this.
He too was glad. So very glad. "I will get my belongings tomorrow," he told her, for as he previously established, he did not have many belongings. Besides, he didn't want to think of departing from her company right now. Not with how wonderful it felt to be sitting with her, to have her leaned against him, and her hand running through his hair. Everything about this moment was utter perfection. "For tonight, I would rather celebrate and in doing so, do not want to spend a single moment without you." He was of course assuming Henry was elsewhere for the night, because Killian wanted to spend tonight with her. Only her.
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Post by Killian Jones on Dec 4, 2014 17:12:07 GMT
Till Death DO US PART Things had been going quite well for the newlyweds. He couldn't imagine a better honeymoon, for he was exploring the world with the woman he loved. Killian had never been happier. Unfortunately, as of late, Emma had become unwell. It was of course common for one to grow sick from all the traveling overseas, however all the remedies he had to aid with such sickness were ineffective. He hated seeing her like that; weak, nauseous, and just overall unwell. It was also affecting her mood and he just hoped that they found a remedy for what plagued her. He refused to believe it was something serious; perhaps due to a deep seated denial and refusal to lose Emma so soon after she became his wife.
They reached land and planned to spend the night here. Perhaps even longer if Emma felt too unwell to continue on. If it kept up, they would have to cut their honeymoon short for the most important thing was that she recover and he doubted being on the sea was helping if it was in fact the cause of her sickness. Once they made port, they stepped off the Jolly Roger while the men secured it. As they walked into the town, Emma voiced her refusal to let this spoil their happiness, and then also voiced her determination to find something to help. Which was a determination they had in common. "We'll find something, love. I promise you." They had to. He feared her condition would worsen if they didn't find something to heal her right away. It was moments like this where he wished he knew how to use magic.
She then pointed out two rather familiar faces, and Killian's gaze followed Emma to the two named people. A huge smile broke on her face and Killian couldn't help but give a small one in return. Her temperamental mood had left her . . . unpredictable, more than before. As he never knew whether she was having a good day or a bad one. Fortunately, this seemed to put her in a rather good mood.
Thank god Killian breathed in silent relief. He moved alongside Emma as she hurried toward their friends, Esmerelda sharing equal enthusiasm in seeing them. She embraced them both in a hug, immediately recognizing Emma's unhealthy state. That was when it occurred to him: gypsies. Surely they could help rid Emma of whatever plagued her. He wanted to ask if there was anything Esmerelda or anyone in her and of gypsies could do to help, but she quickly took initiative by taking Emma's hand in her own, inspecting her Emma.
Emma gave Killian a look, and he responded with a low, quiet voice, ensuring not to break Esmerelda's concentration. "Just give her a moment," he assured Emma, fully aware of what the gypsy princess was doing. Hell, at this point, he was relying on her because he was running out of options. He wanted his wife to enjoy her honeymoon; not be sickened by it. Literally sickened. Killian watched the gypsy intently, looking for any reaction on her face when realization came upon her. And soon enough, it did. There was a certain, gleam in her eyes and Killian took notice of that being . . . a good thing? The reason as to why was completely lost on him.
Perhaps it was because she knew how to cure it? She could offer some sort of medicine to rid Emma of her illness. She questioned whether they really wanted to know, and Killian waited with bated breath. "Aye," he urged, still concerned until the gypsy gave him proper reason not to be. He hated seeing Emma like this, and wished he could take all the illness away from her and onto him. If only that was possible. "What did you see, gypsy?" He asked politely, filled with curiosity. She saw something on Emma's palm, and he desperately needed to know what.
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Post by Killian Jones on Dec 3, 2014 19:12:48 GMT
if the heart can be BROKEN MEANS IT STILL WORKS She told him that the his hook can be killer, and while she was certainly right about that, The Dark One proved to be the exception. For Killian had stabbed him with the hook, however it didn't affect him in the least. Which was precisely why Killian was on this mission for revenge; surely, there had to be a way to kill the Dark
One. And he would not rest until he found that way, and carried it out. She told him that she couldn't sleep at the moment. That seemed to be something they had in common then. He took another large drink, pausing when he felt her hand on his arm. He looked at her arm, knowing that the alcohol was heightening whatever started to stir inside of him at the physical contact.
His eyes slowly went from her hand to her face, hearing how she wanted to do something -- anything -- for him, expressing her hatred for what The Dark One did . . . and that he didn't have to face the pain alone. He paused for a few moments, a slight though far from jovial smile curving on his lips. "And what exactly can you do for me tonight?" He questioned, a strong tone of suggestiveness in his voice for he was not being subtle about it.
Perhaps once the rum wore off in the morning, he would regret even speaking to her this way. But right now, he didn't care. He began to lean toward her, cocking his head to the side a little. "What are you willing to do?" He further questioned. Perhaps part of her was trying to drive her away with his suggestive remarks . . . the other part of him wasn't thinking that much about it, for he seemed to have lost his ability to think. It was all clouded in the effects of rum, devastation and anger: a deadly combination.
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Post by Killian Jones on Dec 3, 2014 19:00:57 GMT
what are you DOING ABOARD MY SHIP She spoke of being tired of being burdened by . . . loot? Really? Who the devil would feel tied down by wealth? What an absurd reason, which led Killian to believe there was more to the story. Ordinarily he wouldn't have cared, but he had to because if he was going to the destination she said, there damn well be a good reason for it. "Tired of treasure?" He asked mockingly, a few chuckles emerging from his crew, for the mere thought made absolutely no sense.
"And why is that?" What could the reason be that she no longer wanted treasure? Then again, this was all based on the assumption that she actually had something to give him. She then told him to tell his men to get off of her as she didn't like being forced in this position . . . and then made a crude comparison to physical relations. "Oh, well since you said please, how can I possibly reject such a polite request?" He questioned rhetorically, his voice thick with sarcasm and amusement, which again, caused his men to laugh and none of them to release their hold on her. He was of course not being serious. He didn't care if she was uncomfortable. In fact, the less comfortable she was, the better. This was no joy ride for her. She was still an intruder on his ship, and therefore, his prisoner.
"I'm growing tired of your demands and assumptions," he told her, moving toward her as his hand grazed her cheek before moving it to her chin, forcing it to tilt upward. "Start off my telling me what direction we're going, and then I'll decide whether you will have food to eat during the journey, or spend it in the dungeon with nothing." He was not going to make a deal under her terms. No. It would be under his for he was the one in charge on his ship. "Savvy?" He added, his words not debatable.
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Post by Killian Jones on Dec 3, 2014 18:02:54 GMT
you would make ONE HELL OF A PIRATE SWAN He couldn't help but let out a small chuckle as she spoke of how hard up he seemed to be for compliments. And that he had to count them when he did get them. "Only from you, love," he told her playfully. "It was a challenge to get them from you," he further added. He was of course a confident man -- perhaps to a fault. But with her, he had found himself enjoying the compliments on a whole other level.
He wasn't sure how or why, but then again, he couldn't explain anything about the nature of their interactions. He had gone from attempting to torment her, to fearing for her life, to kissing her . . . which led them to where they were now. He looked at her, taking in her beauty, memorizing her face for he never wanted to forget it. His tattoo of Milah was a constant reminder of his first love, and her . . . Emma, well, she seemed to be someone that would not be easy to get over. Unless of course he stuck with the plan which, he supposed he had no reason not to. He smiled with amusement when she spoke of how she didn't do this with just anyone who kidnapped her; and that he should feel special.
"Such flattery, Swan," he said jokingly . . . though it really was flattery. "If it brings your mind to any ease, I don't normally make it a habit to engage with prisoners in this way," he told her truthfully, though his tease smile remained in place. "Then again, we never had such a ravishing prisoner before," he added, trying to keep everything on the surface. He didn't even know what was happening in his heart right now, so best not attempt to confess anything.
She went on to say that she was not an ordinary princess and he was certainly starting to see that. "Aye," he agreed. "Telling me is one thing lass. Showing me is entirely different. And more effective," he added. For he enjoyed seeing how different she was, rather than her merely saying the words. He supposed he had picked up on that with her strong and defiant personality; her sarcasm, her courage, her lack of submission, their time right now . . . basically everything. "Feel free to show me again, any time," he added suggestively, as his hand moved to her hair and absentmindedly twirling the bottom of a lock around his finger.
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Post by Killian Jones on Dec 3, 2014 17:47:32 GMT
Emma? WHO'S EMMA? I ONLY SEE YOU She answered his question with three simple words, stating that she now knew how desirable she was. Good. It meant that he was doing something for her, because despite his own need for her tonight . . . he cared for her, and wanted her to gain something from their night together. Although, with how things were going, he had a strong feeling the pleasure was being received on not only his end, but hers as well.
He remained silent, focusing instead on their actions as he felt himself growing closer. He pressed her hand harder against the bed, gripping it tightly, as he moved faster and more purposeful within her. He lacked the control to pull out of her again and besides, he wanted to reach that peak again more than his desire to tease her. He felt her body climax, and with one more strong thrust, he found his own release once again inside of her, letting out a sound of pleasure while doing so. There had been a bit more of a build up this time with his stubborn tease, and it felt just as incredible as it had the first time . . . perhaps more. Perhaps each time would feel stronger than the last. He didn't know. He only knew that he was enjoying her and taking full advantage of her willingness to give him her body tonight.
Soaking in the feeling of pure ecstasy as it surged through him, he heavily breathed over her, slowly releasing his grip on her hand as he rolled onto his back next to her. He needed to relax his body and just focus on breathing right now, feeling tears of sweat on him from their intense and demanding activities. He closed his eyes for a moment, strong inhaling and exhaling. When he opened his eyes once more, he turned his head to look at her, his hand went to the back of her head, abruptly pulling her toward him as he kissed her deeply, not wanting to even take a moment to think about anything else right now. And order to ensure that, he needed to constantly have some sort of physical contact with her.
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Post by Killian Jones on Dec 3, 2014 16:54:54 GMT
Right Now WE HAVE A QUIET MOMENT She then told him not to worry, for Henry was alright with the idea. Hook hadn't entirely forgotten about the little lad. He also knew Emma would not do anything without considering the boy's feelings. Hook smiled when she said that Henry liked him, rather relieved for her. He was quite aware that should he and Henry not get along, then it could very well be a reason Emma couldn't be with Hook . . . but fortunately, they would not have to explore option. Killian's mind went back to when Henry's memories had still be erased and he and the boy had some time to bond. It seemed that it had been remembered for it helped strengthen whatever bond they had now. Which was strong enough to allow him to move in.
"I'm quite fond of the boy," Killian told her, not wanting her to have any doubts about that. "I assure you, I will take care of him like he was my own." Not that Hook knew the first thing about being a father, but he had enough protective instinct to take care of him. Just as he had once hoped to do so with Bae . . . or Neal, when he had just been a boy. Truth be told, ever since engaging in a life of piracy, the only time Killian had remotely considered children, was when he was with Milah. Other than that, he had never wanted the responsibility. But he knew moving in with Emma wasn't just about being with her . . . it was also taking care of Henry, which Killian was more than willing to do.
She then began to kiss his neck, saying that she could easily convince him -- which he knew she could and would, if he had indeed needed convincing. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to bask in the sensation of her lips. He couldn't even joke about it right now, for his mind was too consumed with everything; the offer she had made and the words she said to him. "Aye," he agreed in a low voice, trying to regain his senses. "And let's see how many lights we take out in the process," he added, a little shout out to their first time together where she had knocked out the lights in her family's flat. He had intentionally pushed her to it, and enjoyed every second of it.
She then rested her head against his shoulder, as he wrapped his arms around her, slightly turning his head to the side to let his lips rest against the side of her head in a lingering embrace. Hearing her say the words again . . . he couldn't even describe what it felt like. His heart swelled with so much emotion, and he wished he could do more for her, offer more to her, to express the gratitude and honor he felt in being the man that she loved and let into her home and more importantly, her heart. "And I love you," he returned, the words causing a smile on his lips as he loved hearing them as much as he loved being able to say them. "I have for some time now," he added, knowing it was no secret. Not since their venture to Neverland. So many had believed Emma could not love him; Pan, her father, Rumple . . . so many others.
"I will never grow tired of saying it. Just as I won't tire of hearing it," he told her in a quiet voice, letting the words play over and over in his mind, still afraid that this was just some incredible dream he would be awakening from soon. Her offer to move in tonight, caused him to bring his hand to her cheek and gently move her head so that she could meet his gaze. "I would love to," he said softly, tenderly kissing her on the lips and then her forehead. Besides, it wasn't as if he had a lot of belongings. He could easily gather them in one trip to the bed and breakfast, more than happy at the idea of never needing to return and starting his new life with the woman he loved.
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Post by Killian Jones on Dec 3, 2014 16:26:36 GMT
you would make ONE HELL OF A PIRATE SWAN Emma returned the words to him, causing him to smirk, amidst all else he was feeling. She even went further and spoke of how he was good at that. He felt it different with her, of course. Ordinarily, he had no doubts about his performance during such vigorous activities . . . but with her, he found himself wanting to please her, not just derive pleasure from her. It was a less selfish thought and once again, Killian knew it was dangerous to allow a woman to elicit such things from him. But he couldn't help himself. She was different from most others, if not all others. He raised his head a bit so that he could look at her, a smile playing on his lips.
"That's the second compliment you've given me tonight," he teased, the first of course being her comment about his attire. "Never thought the day would come," he further teased, specifically referring to the day where she gave him two compliments . . . but really, the remark could be taken on a more general level. For he really hadn't thought the day would come where he would be making love to his prisoner, and not just any prisoner . . . but Emma, daughter of Snow and James. He lowered his head, kissing her lips for a few moments, missing how they felt against his even though it had only been a few moments since their last embrace.
Slowly pulling away, he looked at her, a teasing smile reemerging on his lips. "You aren't so bad yourself, Swan. Dare I ask how that is?" He said jokingly, referring to her own skill in what they had just done. It was evident she had done this before, and Hook found himself not wishing to dwell on it. He wasn't a man who got jealous, but for some reason, imagining her with another was a maddening thought. Yet he also knew that he would have to live with it . . . or would he? He had planned to keep her here after all; had that really changed after tonight?
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Post by Killian Jones on Dec 2, 2014 18:49:03 GMT
OoOoh I am definitely all for this idea! I completely agree in that it could be tons of fun to explore all the craziness between the characters! Count me in!
Random note: I'm still curious to see if the spell effects Hook since he doesn't have his heart! Guess we'll find out! But either way, I'm SO liking the idea of this! Great suggestion, Swan!
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Captain Hook
"It's always nice to make an impression."
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Post by Killian Jones on Dec 2, 2014 18:43:36 GMT
if the heart can be BROKEN MEANS IT STILL WORKS She took notice of his empty bottle and ensured he didn't have to suffer without drink long, for she opened another and handed it to him. He took it from her, giving a slight nod of appreciation as he took a long swig of the beverage. He could feel his inhibitions lowering; it seemed the rum was finally taking effect. She spoke of how he would pay for what he's done, and she promised to help however she could. Hook appreciated, he truly did. But he was not in the best mindset to express this gratitude. He only hoped she knew him well enough to understand that. Perhaps in the morning, he would feel differently. But right now . . . being sentimental by expressing gratitude was not exactly easily done.
"You mean hand," he corrected, slightly raising his hook, in response to her words about how The Dark one would die by his hand. "Said bastard, only left me with one," he added with a strained smirk. Where a smirk so easily appeared on Killian's lips previously, not today. Not tonight. Not recently. Taking another few large gulps of the rum, he glanced over at her, finding her to look rather . . . no. Whatever was going through his mind was due to the alcohol flowing through his system and causing sense to start diminishing. "You should go to sleep," he told her, forcing himself not to look at her for he couldn't trust himself right now. Best he could do was send her off to her quarters, away from him.
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