A/N: So, I'm really enjoying OUAT-totally obsessed with it at the moment, though I didn't love the Aurora/Mulan storyline (Mufire and Philrora are my ships) OR Neal showing up in Neverland in this past episode. Still, I'm in love with the fact that my favorite characters-Emma, Hook, Snow, Charming, Rumple, Regina, and Henry-are all in the same place and so I felt inspired to write this fic. Basically, there's a color for each character, that defines their chosen fate-and struggle. I had so much fun writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it! Please favorite/follow/REVIEW (please, please) and most of all, enjoy it!
Mostly canon, with some Captain Swan hints because...YES. I am a glad sailor on THAT ship.
First up:
CHARMING—BLUE
He clasps his hands a little more tightly around the worn wooden knobs of the wheel, wishing that the amused eyes of the pirate weren't fixed so unwaveringly on him and his dubious progress as helmsman.
Keep it together, David. You've got this. He's startled, inwardly, that he addressed himself as David. Maybe, after everything, Charming seemed like a little too much pressure.
He avoids the pirate's gaze and fixes his eyes on his wife instead, who is squinting encouragingly up at him under the glare of the noon sun. Instead of being reassured, he's just a little more rattled—Snow, as usual, has complete confidence in him, and at the moment he's beginning to wonder if it's well placed.
Finally he decides not to look at any of them and raises his eyes to the sky—which, storm-free for once, is the very bluest thing he's ever seen. Bluer even than the sky of the Enchanted Forest, and that is high praise.
Or is it?
Blue. It's so strong and holy, the color of sky and sea, vast and powerful and steady. Blue is the flash of his rich prince's cloak, waving like a flag ahead of his army, spurring his troops to follow it. Follow the "true blue". Follow their prince.
Sometimes it is hard to have so much confidence placed him, so much trust arrayed about him. There is always that voice, mocking, worrying, whispering in the back of his mind…can you? Can he live up to the promise of courage and strength that the sky's hue promises?
Blinking in the sunlight—blinking in the blue he lowers his eyes back to Snow. Suddenly, her trust invigorates rather than burdens him.
He gives a turn to the wheel with enough purpose and resolve to elicit a faintly impressed eyebrow lift from the incorrigible Hook.
David and Charming are only masks…but James—James can lead.
Like sea and sky, he must—he will—endure.