Lonely Eyes
Song fic: Lonely Eyes - Chris Young
Italics: Song lyrics
Pairing: Killian Jones and Emma Swan
Background: AU. Killian Jones is in the modern world as a modern day man just having a drink at the pub when Miss Emma Swan walks in.
Tuesday night crowded bar.
Definitely crowded. Enough so that even he, a regular to the busy pub, was feeling ready to kick out some people. But that urge was no larger than a gnat. Pesky, annoying, but harmless enough.
Killian threw back some of his rum, the spiced concoction sliding down his throat with a pleasant and familiar burn.
Some guy lights a cheap cigar.
Bartender yells at him
So he walks out and you walk in
A brush of a presence teased at his awareness, making him raise his gaze from the the warming glass cradled in his hand. His eyes began to scan the room out of old habit, lifting his drink up to his lips only to pause at the sight he found.
Blonde hair, tousled and loose hung around shoulders clad in leather. Red leather. Damn but did he appreciate a woman he could pull off leather. She had pale skin that looked like right out of a fairytale but eyes that saw the world for the harsh truth that it was. His gaze dipped lower, tracing the curve of cleavage that peeked out from her black tank top, taking in the dip of her waist to the slope of her hips to her dark jeans that hugged her legs in such a way little was left to imagination.
The beauty of the night, of the week, of his life perhaps, walked in -
Right through that cloud of smoke,
Catcalls and dirty jokes.
The smoke ringed around her, once again giving Killian the feeling that she was from some other world. A world filled with magic and dragons, a few of the dragons probably having been slayed by her. She took a step and the vision of a warrior princess fled, but the impression stayed as she moved out of the doorway. Her gaze never wavered as the drunkards called out to her, their whistles grating.
Remembering the glass in his hand - for him to actually forget about his rum was more than rare - he closed the small distance and let some of the rum slid over his tongue, swirling it about his mouth.
Through the upturned glass, clear like a telescope, he watched her -
Scan the room a couple times
Find a seat right next to mine.
His lifted his chin in interest. Of course he realized that with how crowded the bar was tonight it was almost impossible for her not to take one of the few empty seats that just so happened to be beside him.
But then again, she very well could have picked one of the empty seats that was not beside him. Yet here she was.
Killian watched out of the corner of his eye as she shrugged out of her jacket, baring her shoulders to him. She seemed nonchalant and yet he felt her awareness of their surroundings, so like his own. She was alert, watchful. Even as she settled her arms against the counter of the bar her shoulders never relaxed. She seemed so blindingly familiar to him in that one gesture and those eyes, he knew those eyes because those were -
Lonely eyes.
Well, it sure looks like
You just might
Be looking for something
For something, whoa.
"I'll have another," Killian called out to the bartender, settling his weight against the smooth surface of the bar once the bartender gave a nod of confirmation. Even the pleasure of having another drink didn't ease the consummation of his thoughts all swirling around the blonde by his side.
His thoughts lilted like a melody as a new glass, nicely chilled, slid into his hand,
"Look at me
And I think you'll see
Those Lonely Eyes
Don't have to be alone tonight."
They analyze your glass of wine.
Killian had to hold back a chuckle at the wary looks people gave his lovely neighbor when she was handed her Chardonnay. She twirled her wrist, letting the golden liquid slosh about with a certain elegance that seemed to contradict the dim lighting and roughened patrons.
And then he couldn't resist rolling his eyes as once again she managed to -
Roll away a pickup line.
Now and then you check your phone.
Bloody hell, was she waiting for someone? If so then whoever was making her wait was a sodding idiot. Her eyes were constantly wandering, sometimes searching, sometimes an absent scan done out of old habit. And then once again her eyes -
Catch mine and let 'em go.
From the little bit I've seen
They're the perfect shade of green.
Next time they come my way
Heaven help me make 'em stay.
Killian rubbed absently at his wrist, a slight phantom ache distracting him for a moment. It was only slight after all and besides, he was far more focused on how to approach the girl - no, the woman - beside him. She was not just a girl meant to be bedded for one night but rather a woman meant to keep. Though, bedding her tonight as well as keeping her certainly didn't sound like a bad combination.
"Careful there sailor. You sound like you might be going soft."
He silently scoffed at himself, brushing his fingers over his chin and measuring the slight scratch of scruff he met. Even the threat of going soft didn't deter him from wanting to pursue the lass beside him. But he would have to be somewhat cautious, because he knew the look in her eyes. He'd seen it in the eyes of every child without a mother, who lost a father, a loved one. He often saw it in his own reflection. The lose and the pain. But there was also undeniable strength that he saw and it drew him in.
They were kindred spirits, he could see it so clearly in her -
Lonely eyes
Well, it sure looks like
You just might
Be looking for something
For something, whoa.
Dammit she had to be looking for a date. The man had to be ten kinds of a fool to stand her up. He took another swig of rum, oddly pleased to see her follow suit not even a moment later.
Absently, in a childish spurt or hope that somehow she would hear he thoughts he silently called out to her,
"Look at me."
She didn't respond, but amused at himself he continued his silent request,
"And I think you'll see
Those Lonely Eyes
Don't have to be alone tonight."
And still nothing. Killian all but groaned, that childish part of himself had been so confident that his thoughts would have been loud enough to be heard, that they were kindred enough to share a bond that would let him share his silent request.
Maybe he'd had one rum too many...ha! Now that just wasn't possible.
He pushed his fingers through his hair, internally grumbling,
"Don't make me pay my tab
Catch a cab,
Go home and kick myself to sleep tonight."
It certainly was bad enough that his bike was in the shop getting fixed. Big city taxis. No, just taxis. Perhaps they were convenient for times like this when he needed a ride, but otherwise they just liked to clog up the streets.
He would definitely need to go sailing again, and soon. The openness, the wind, the freedom. He needed it. But not tonight.
Gimme me sign
Just a smile
Baby, I'll be glad to lose myself deep inside...
Deep inside her eyes; her smile that was sure to just light up her face like a sunset; her touch that he just knew was passionate. He just knew because her saw that passion there in her -
Lonely eyes.
That was the best way to describe them because that was the truth she felt deepest in herself.
Lonely eyes
Sure looks like
You just might
Be looking for something
For something, whoa.
Look at me
And I think you'll see
Those Lonely Eyes
They don't have to be alone tonight.
"Hello, my name is Killian. Killian Jones." He extended his good hand, his old ring glinting in what bit of lighting was available.
He took it in as her gaze trailed his form only to lock with his eyes. Wariness. Caution. Distrust. It would have been enough to knock him flat if he hadn't seen that small spark of interest mingled with a touch of something he could only label as recognition, it was distant. Not the type of recognition a person gets from seeing a familiar face but from seeing something within that calls to their own person.
Thank goodness she felt it too.
When her hand slipped into his own, a mix of calloused and soft, he couldn't help but smile. Only to find that smile growing when her voice wrapped around, drawing him in hook, line, and sinker, "Emma Swan."
Going on an impulse, her brought her wrist up to his mouth, placing a kiss on the back of her hand. His eyes never leaving hers. They truly were a lovely shade of green. The perfect shade.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Miss Swan."
Lonely eyes, you don't have to be alone tonight.
