This silence is deafening
This ocean is without an end
And there's something I know
Something I know, we were meant to be
Please listen to me, are you listening?
Killian Jones has never in his life been a religious individual. His mother never really forced it upon him and Liam as children, though he knew somehow that she had been raised to believe it was of great importance, but when she was asked about it, she simply said that god had turned his back on her long ago. Liam had somehow become a bit more spiritual, and had once tried to convince Killian to follow his lead, but it was to no avail. And after Liam's passing he shared his mother's sentiment that god had abandoned him. Still, he had long ago become aware of the many strange wonders in the realms due to magic, and some form of telepathy would not surprise him in the least at this point.
So when a clear night rolls around and Killian finds himself standing on the roof of the Charming's building (sleeping on the Jolly felt too much like before, back when he had nothing to live for but the thought of destroying the Dark One) looking at the stars, he feels like maybe this is as good a time as any to start talking.
"Emma, love, I realize the odds of your actually being able to hear my supplications are very slim," he starts, eyes turned towards the heavens as though he might be able to see her in the stars somewhere, "but I haven't much to lose at this point, and if it brings you back to me, it's worth anything I have. Can you hear me, Swan?" The eye of Cygnus twinkles brightly, and he takes that as a sign, encouraging him to keep going. "I miss you, darling. I hope you're safe, but I hate to think of what you're going through, all alone with the darkness roiling inside your beautiful mind. Can you forgive me, love, for not stopping you from making this sacrifice? I haven't yet forgiven myself, but maybe if you just come home…" Hot tears prick his eyes and Killian blinks to get rid of them, letting them roll down his cheeks as they see fit. "Henry needs you, Swan. And I, I need you too. More than I can tell you. Emma… Come home to me tomorrow, darling. I love you." He casts one more glance across the sky, taking in the stars one last time before he taps his fist against the brick and turns to go back inside, ready for sleep to take him to dreams of Emma (he always dreams of Emma).
He comes back every night, as much a part of his nocturnal ritual as brushing his teeth, standing on the roof and saying his littler prayer to Emma. Every night, without exception, Killian opens the door to the roof and fixes his eyes on Cygnus, watching for the twinkle of an eye that he takes to mean she's listening. And every night for two weeks the skies stay clear for his sacrament, until one night, they are not, and the clouds cover the stars and rain beats down on the rooftop. Still Killian stands by the edge, looking up where he assumes the constellation would be, and he begins his nightly litany.
"I can't see you tonight, Emma, and I don't know where you are, but I hope that you can still hear me. We're still trying to find you, the whole town, everyone wants you back, though none so much as me, I can assure you, my love. Regina is quite dedicated to the cause. I think she blames herself, though you and I both know she is wrong to do so. We're just worried about you, Swan. Please, love, come home to me tomorrow. I -"
"How about tonight?" Her voice cuts across him and he swears it's a hallucination, and he tells himself that he shouldn't get his hopes up, but his heart is already beating out of control, and he can feel it in his throat as he turns around. But there she is, standing in front of him, real as ever, and it looks like tomorrow just came a little early, and for the first time, Killian Jones is at a complete loss for words.
- Quote from "Tomorrow" by Olly Murs. -