Post by Deleted on May 1, 2020 5:18:30 GMT -5
(NOTE: Idea is that Killian will talk with Charming and others before the wedding, digging deeper into who he is and what he is going to be once he marries Emma... I know we got and Emma at hand... do we have Charming?? )
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A gentle wind swept in over the docks, ruffling through the dark hair of Killian Jones. He paid no mind to it as his thoughts have been on more important things than how his unruly hair was being messed up even more. He was getting married today, and have taken a leave of absence from the mayhem happening at the Charming’s loft. He was beyond baffled over the amounts of plans and lists his future mother-in-law had made over the last few days. How in the blazes would it need such a huge amount of planning? All he knew was that he longed to be reunited with Emma, Emma Swan his true love. She had been swept away hours prior by Mary Margaret and Ruby and taken to Granny’s Inn where she would undergo the huge transformation to… what exactly? He hadn’t got the faintest idea. He just longed to be with her again, soon.
He had been left behind with David, prince Charming, his future father-in-law, and Henry, at the loft and he just needed some time alone.
He stood on his beloved ship the Jolly Roger, and had his hands on the helm while thinking about what had happened the past years of his life. It had been a far greater adventure than he had ever done, even in his some 300+ years of living. Never in his long life as a pirate had he ever thought it possible for him to find his true love. He had thought it to be, long lost with the death of Milah, ever since he had lost every bit of hope to ever find the love of a woman again. He had dived deep down into his life as a pirate, still fuelled by the thirst for revenge over the bloody crocodile who had taken the life of his loved one, and his hand no less. Every living breathing moment of his many years as a pirate he had been consumed with hate for the dark one, and when an opportunity came to him in the form of Cora he had taken it with no remorse. Then Emma Swan had entered his life, a whirlwind of everything completely opposite of himself, yet he had been drawn to her pretty much from the first time he had laid eyes on her. Something about her intrigued him beyond measures, and it had not been only her obvious beauty, but also what he could see in her eyes the few times she had let him look into her soul. A mirror image of himself, a lost soul, a lost child abandoned, left with no family. He had been truly shocked when she had chained him to that bloody beanstalk, but after meeting up with her team again he had realized how difficult it had been for her to trust, not just him, but the world around her. Even her newfound family. Every time he saw her together with her parents, Prince Charming and Snow White, he could see the fear of losing it all over again. That was why he vowed to himself to let her have her space and try to be her friend. A feat not easily done when it came to Emma Swan.
Small moments of attraction between them had made it harder and harder for him to keep his distance. When he had chosen to help her find her boy in Neverland, of all the bloody place in any realms of the world it had to be the one and only place he had vowed to never go to again, he had done it for Emma. The bloody island got to everyone’s nerves for sure and he was balancing on a thin line when it came to his thoughts and actions towards Emma Swan. The bloody woman was infuriatingly stubborn and when he had saved her father’s life he had tried to get a feel on just how far he could push her to take action. When he had asked for a little “gratification” he had held his breath and quit honestly he had feared that she would have plummed him in the face. He knew she had the guts to do so. Even then he had dared her about her not being able to handle it she had surprised him beyond measures. That kiss had been a pivot point of their relationship, his life had started to make more sense, and his vengeful past life had started to crumble. But during their many trials following that kiss had made the ground under them a bit unsure, and they stumbled through every villain and curse with even more difficulties. But he had stayed by her side all the way, he bloody well went back in time with her and met with his past self. His pirate ways of living were still very much a part of who he was or well bloody hell he might even still be a pirate?
When this thought came to him his hand gripped the helm even tighter, he wanted to change, change for Emma, and the family she was giving him. How could an amazingly courageous, and bloody stubborn, woman find in her heart to love a man like him? He was a bloody pirate was he not? He had chosen the pirate life out of the thirst for revenge over a king that had betrayed him and his brother, and his brother had lost his life. With Emma, he wanted so much more, a life with his true love, he knew them to be true love for sure. He had bloody well gone to the underworld and back to have been proven this. He had no doubts about the love they shared, the savior and the pirate, were true love. It almost sounded like a title to a fairy tale? Their fairy tale, bloody hell pirates never got a happy ending, did they? Though he did know in his heart that Emma loved him, he had known even before she had spoken the words to him, he had seen it in her sparkling green eyes when she looked at him. Every time they had a moment to themself he had almost felt the words on her lips when they kissed, he knew. When she finally did say the words “I love you” his heart wrapped around them and held them close and he had vowed to keep reminding her how much he loved her in return each and every day. Today would be the big step in keeping to that vow, and they would be husband and wife. A new moniker to put in his hat, going from: younger brother, deckhand, lieutenant, pirate, Captain Hook, Killian Jones, to being a husband only a few hours from now, and then, father? He knew the lad Henry liked him and would maybe, just maybe look upon him as a father, he hoped he would do this. he loved the boy as if he was his own, and whatever child would maybe join their family after this he knew he would try to be a better father than his own.
While thinking over his past life and actions time flew by and he soon realized he really had to go back to that loft and get into the suit they had picked out for him. He would stand at the end of that aisle and wait for his bride and future wife to walk down it. Then he would make a vow to be hers for the rest of their lives. And for some odd reason that did not scare the old pirate one bit, it gave his heart peace knowing that they would become husband and wife. He might still be a pirate within, but he would be so much more now when he had Emma in his life.
He hurried off his ship, letting his fingers linger a little longer on the railing before he walked down the gangplank. His ship had been his whole life, hell even Emma had once joked that the Jolly had been his “mistress” in hiding. He laughed at the thought, that might be, but from now on he would only have one love in his life. Emma Swan.
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A gentle wind swept in over the docks, ruffling through the dark hair of Killian Jones. He paid no mind to it as his thoughts have been on more important things than how his unruly hair was being messed up even more. He was getting married today, and have taken a leave of absence from the mayhem happening at the Charming’s loft. He was beyond baffled over the amounts of plans and lists his future mother-in-law had made over the last few days. How in the blazes would it need such a huge amount of planning? All he knew was that he longed to be reunited with Emma, Emma Swan his true love. She had been swept away hours prior by Mary Margaret and Ruby and taken to Granny’s Inn where she would undergo the huge transformation to… what exactly? He hadn’t got the faintest idea. He just longed to be with her again, soon.
He had been left behind with David, prince Charming, his future father-in-law, and Henry, at the loft and he just needed some time alone.
He stood on his beloved ship the Jolly Roger, and had his hands on the helm while thinking about what had happened the past years of his life. It had been a far greater adventure than he had ever done, even in his some 300+ years of living. Never in his long life as a pirate had he ever thought it possible for him to find his true love. He had thought it to be, long lost with the death of Milah, ever since he had lost every bit of hope to ever find the love of a woman again. He had dived deep down into his life as a pirate, still fuelled by the thirst for revenge over the bloody crocodile who had taken the life of his loved one, and his hand no less. Every living breathing moment of his many years as a pirate he had been consumed with hate for the dark one, and when an opportunity came to him in the form of Cora he had taken it with no remorse. Then Emma Swan had entered his life, a whirlwind of everything completely opposite of himself, yet he had been drawn to her pretty much from the first time he had laid eyes on her. Something about her intrigued him beyond measures, and it had not been only her obvious beauty, but also what he could see in her eyes the few times she had let him look into her soul. A mirror image of himself, a lost soul, a lost child abandoned, left with no family. He had been truly shocked when she had chained him to that bloody beanstalk, but after meeting up with her team again he had realized how difficult it had been for her to trust, not just him, but the world around her. Even her newfound family. Every time he saw her together with her parents, Prince Charming and Snow White, he could see the fear of losing it all over again. That was why he vowed to himself to let her have her space and try to be her friend. A feat not easily done when it came to Emma Swan.
Small moments of attraction between them had made it harder and harder for him to keep his distance. When he had chosen to help her find her boy in Neverland, of all the bloody place in any realms of the world it had to be the one and only place he had vowed to never go to again, he had done it for Emma. The bloody island got to everyone’s nerves for sure and he was balancing on a thin line when it came to his thoughts and actions towards Emma Swan. The bloody woman was infuriatingly stubborn and when he had saved her father’s life he had tried to get a feel on just how far he could push her to take action. When he had asked for a little “gratification” he had held his breath and quit honestly he had feared that she would have plummed him in the face. He knew she had the guts to do so. Even then he had dared her about her not being able to handle it she had surprised him beyond measures. That kiss had been a pivot point of their relationship, his life had started to make more sense, and his vengeful past life had started to crumble. But during their many trials following that kiss had made the ground under them a bit unsure, and they stumbled through every villain and curse with even more difficulties. But he had stayed by her side all the way, he bloody well went back in time with her and met with his past self. His pirate ways of living were still very much a part of who he was or well bloody hell he might even still be a pirate?
When this thought came to him his hand gripped the helm even tighter, he wanted to change, change for Emma, and the family she was giving him. How could an amazingly courageous, and bloody stubborn, woman find in her heart to love a man like him? He was a bloody pirate was he not? He had chosen the pirate life out of the thirst for revenge over a king that had betrayed him and his brother, and his brother had lost his life. With Emma, he wanted so much more, a life with his true love, he knew them to be true love for sure. He had bloody well gone to the underworld and back to have been proven this. He had no doubts about the love they shared, the savior and the pirate, were true love. It almost sounded like a title to a fairy tale? Their fairy tale, bloody hell pirates never got a happy ending, did they? Though he did know in his heart that Emma loved him, he had known even before she had spoken the words to him, he had seen it in her sparkling green eyes when she looked at him. Every time they had a moment to themself he had almost felt the words on her lips when they kissed, he knew. When she finally did say the words “I love you” his heart wrapped around them and held them close and he had vowed to keep reminding her how much he loved her in return each and every day. Today would be the big step in keeping to that vow, and they would be husband and wife. A new moniker to put in his hat, going from: younger brother, deckhand, lieutenant, pirate, Captain Hook, Killian Jones, to being a husband only a few hours from now, and then, father? He knew the lad Henry liked him and would maybe, just maybe look upon him as a father, he hoped he would do this. he loved the boy as if he was his own, and whatever child would maybe join their family after this he knew he would try to be a better father than his own.
While thinking over his past life and actions time flew by and he soon realized he really had to go back to that loft and get into the suit they had picked out for him. He would stand at the end of that aisle and wait for his bride and future wife to walk down it. Then he would make a vow to be hers for the rest of their lives. And for some odd reason that did not scare the old pirate one bit, it gave his heart peace knowing that they would become husband and wife. He might still be a pirate within, but he would be so much more now when he had Emma in his life.
He hurried off his ship, letting his fingers linger a little longer on the railing before he walked down the gangplank. His ship had been his whole life, hell even Emma had once joked that the Jolly had been his “mistress” in hiding. He laughed at the thought, that might be, but from now on he would only have one love in his life. Emma Swan.
