Hii,
Here is a baby bit about 5x15, after the "maybe i just need to move on" conversation, Emma confronts Killian.
Hope you're gonna like it :)
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*"Swan, you wanted to talk to me ?"
He walks in their house with his lost gaze and she knows in the way he's holding himself that something inside him is tearing him apart, that he's confused and overwhelmed by the situation.
Emma gives a small smile, and she's not a fool, her eyes are still as red as blood and he has obviously noticed it, and of course he won't say a word about it, he's a gentleman. Because if she can stand in front of him, in their home, after hearing those words, "maybe i should move on" it's simply as she has already cried every tear she had.
She wants to make it easier for him.
"Yes, I wanted to talk about what you said to me last night."
He's about to comment, justify himself but she stops him immediately, coming closer to him, and she reaches for his hand.
She wants so hard to be strong for him.
"No, Killian, it's okay. I understand. I do."
Her green eyes are yelling as she smiles, they are begging him, refuting every words she articulates camly, her fingertips stroking his palm.
"...What i wanted to tell you is that you have every right to want to move on, Killian."
Oh how wrong she was earlier. There are already tears in her eyes.
The look he gives her completely shatters her, makes her throat so dry she swears she's suffocating, and she didn't miss the quick involuntary squeeze on her fingers.
"That I-..I understand..." she's stuttering and she hates herself for it. "... That you would want to find peace with your brother, Killian..."
She doesn't tell him how it hurts to say his name, that she's trying very much to be the saviour, a warrior, and yet all she manages to be is the broken lover.
A drop rolls down her cheek, and she's might be about to break down, but she goes on.
"...I didn't leave you a choice back in Camelot and I decided by myself to come here to bring you back..."
She's a mess right now, she looks awfully destroyed by the truth, green eyes watering and oh so red, and her mouth is shaking, and who is she lying to, her whole body trembles, but she's doing her best and she wants him to remember her like that when he's in that other life, in that better life. She wants him to remember her strong and loving and supportive.
She wants him to remember goodnight kisses, and vanilla, and the softness of her palms against his face, and how their body fit together, and how much she loves him.
"I...I can't let that happen again..." She finally murmurs, a lump in her throat. "...and whatever you're looking for, Killian…"
He fixes her, biting his lips, visibly struggling to stay still in front of her too, and his gaze is so full of love and reverence and uncertainty.
"...I hope you'll find it."
She gives him a last smile, a last ray of hope, and it's disturbing how you can give something you don't have, and then she disappears in a cloud of grey smoke.
His now free hand falls dead on the side of his body and there are lost teardrops in his tormented oceans.