Hi, name's Amy.
So here is a two shot, as in i'm going to post the next part soon, lieutenant duckling. No curse, princess emma, and lieutenant Jones who has to go to Neverland and leave his love behind. They are at the docks obviously.
All i Ask by Adele was on repeat while i was writting, which is why you will find some quotes of the songs in my text.
Hope you'll enjoy it :)
"Some loves been made to exist, and not to happen."
Don't get me wrong, I know there is no tomorrow...
It's stupid really, the way she's clinging to his hand, with all of her strength, which quite honestly isn't a lot right now.
There may even be some tears crashing against their reunited palms, and yet she couldn't care less.
Because he's leaving. And of course, she has known since the beginning that it would inevitably happen. That he would be called to take part of the Navy's crazy adventure.
And she would have stayed here, the lonely princess, waiting for him, counting the days, until she wouldn't anymore because it'd hurt too much.
Because numbers would be knives into her heart, and it would bleed, bleed.
Her throat awfully dry, she raises her chin and glances at him between her wet eyelashes, deep green meeting the calm of a resigned ocean. And something breaks inside her. He has completely accepted his fate.
He won't fight to stay with her, "orders are orders love, and Liam is counting on me" and it's killing her because she has no fucking right to be this selfish with him.
But you see he was, is, her special someone, her choice, the one she would have followed straight to hell for the pleasure of being by his side, and he wasn't choosing her.
She knows she's unfair, that she's acting like some spoilt child, but her whole body aches for him, for Killian, and her eyes are burning and she hates the sadness she sees in his, and oh she wants to hold him until everything disappears but them, and they are so young and this is already the end.
"We'll meet again, my love." He whispers, traitor, his oceans so peaceful, tremendously in love with her despite everything.
She nods.
(He's lying, and he's not even trying to hide it.)
She gives him a small smile, her fingertips cupping his unshaved cheek, tracing his jawline.
Her eyes, however, are screaming, something terrible, guttural, trying to get rid of this pain in her chest, of this feeling of suffocation.
"Take care of you, my highness."
He kisses her free palm, leaving her skin burnt, and god she hates him for that.
For being his amazing charming self, for the way she's left wondering why she's holding her breath, and why the hell is her heart beating this fast, and god killian i can't lose you.
The worst part is that they both know this is their farewell, that they won't ever meet again, because life will get in the way, because he's a lieutenant and she's a princess, and yet, neither one of them is brave enough to say goodbye, to murmur "adieu mon amour*" because it's just too much for their young hearts.
"I'll come back soon, and Liam will marry us, and your father will beat me up for making you fall in love with me."
And it breaks and it breaks, and drops are rolling down her face, and why is breathing suddenly so painful ?
Why does he have to lie so much ?
"Second star to the right, right ?" she asks, and it's cruel the way her voice shakes and she feels so small and weak.
Let this be the way we remember us.
"Yes princess, but don't worry, nowhere is far enough for me to stop thinking of your pretty face and your charming temper."
She laughs and it sounds horribly like a cry.
"Well then goodbye, Lieutenant Jones. I quite liked you after all."
She wants to run and to hold him forever and to never see his useless handsome face again, and yet she stands still, mortified, awfully in love.
"Until we meet again, Emma of Misthaven. You are by far the loveliest sight in the whole Enchanted Forest."
"Pretty talk is all you know, Killian Jones." She reproaches, and fails, as it sounds awfully like a declaration of love.
She's not good with words, she's not like him, she's harsh, but the way she's holding his hand for dear life is the louder "i love you" he has ever heard.
And then comes the time to let her go, to untie carefully each of her fingers around his palm, and watch her chin shiver, and die a little inside too.
He could have said something, anything, to reassure her, to lie once again, but he just puts his lips over hers and kisses her. He presses their mouths together until it hurts more than down there in his chest, and finds out that it's never going to hurt this much, his heart sinking forever.
Please remember me.
He holds her tight in his arms one last time, his face burried in her neck, to make her forget he's crying.
*farewell my love
Also a big thank to enchanted-keys on tumblr for correcting me 3
Hope you liked it and see you soon for the next part :)
Amy.