Because my clients were late and I have nothing to do but sit idly on a coffee shop, I started typing on my ipad. So here's a simple story I created. I'm still working on "Once Upon a Fairytale" but alas, I couldn't get my mind to finish them. So, here's to my crazy idea for the CS shippers. Hope you like it! And please leave a review, I would love to hear whatever comments good or bad from you beautiful creatures.
Chapter 1
She had a long and tiring day. Whatever bargain she had offered to her father, he would not heed it. His words are law and her mother cannot even dissuade him.
Marriage. Yes, an arranged marriage is a common to their kin. She was beyond mad at the thought of it. All her life, she dwell on the fantasy of ending up like her parents, bonded by the true love and like every stories, was a happy ending. And hers wasn't. It's a tragedy. Every time her thoughts drifted to it, her heart grieves, her throat was burning and tears started to fall on her eyes.
She hated the witch who took her away.
She hated the day when she ran from her love one.
She hated that she hates him that day. She hated herself for being weak.
She hated herself for being weak.
She hated her father that he didn't allow her to carry a sword.
She hated her father for the decree that he gave in exchange for her life.
She hated her now doomed fate.
And now, she has to marry the son of the dark one. Of all the men in the realm, it was baelfire, that was what he was called, whom she would spend her entire lifetime, being a wife to him. Her parents fell into despair, upset even, when they learned about this knight who came to rescue her. But his father's words were honorable, a law and unbreakable. Least of all, the dark one's reputation precedes him. They wouldn't want to cross him. Now, all her hopes are gone.
And that man, the man whom she love most, left her. He didn't came for her, not a shadow looms around. Of course, his reputation precedes him as well. An outlaw to the realm, brandished as evil as the dark one. But the people knew him little enough to brand him as such.
He was gone. He took the biggest part of her heart when he left her. It was pure agony.
Killian. And she cried to sleep that night.
He drank straightly the rum on his mug. He wanted to forget that all these were a bad dream. That every one lies for him. Deception, lies, whispers of evil, that people conjure for him. He was beyond mad, grief and mad again. This was beyond worse than Milah's death. This was beyond grief when he saw her heart on the crocodile's hands crumbled to ashes. And he couldn't save her. He couldn't do anything apart from watching her die in his arms. And now, the reptile was digging his tomb, again. He's taking her away from him.
He asked for another rum and like the previous mugs he had, he drank it straightly. He wanted to scream and but his love for her restrained him.
What was she said to him?
That she didn't believe he was evil. She didn't buy the label people has called him. She saw him differently from the other's eyes. She changed him. And most of all, she has given him hope to live and to love again. He smiled at the bitter memories. And now, she will be gone.
If he hadn't left her, all these wouldn't happen.
If he stayed for her, her life would not be in danger. He was supposed to be her protector, her defender and her savior.
If he just accepted her pleadings, none of this things wouldn't come to her marriage.
He ruined it all. He ruined himself and her. He ruined her fantasy of having a real family.
He remembered how dreamily she plans to grow old with him and he laughed at it. She had planned her future with him. But, what future could he gave her when he is nothing but an outlaw, when her father kept a price for his head. He knew he could not gave her what she deserve.
She was a princess and he was a pirate.
"Aye, captain, you shan't waste life for the second time." Smee sat in front of him.
"You bloody keep your tongue else you would not be using it again." He spat at him. Smee gulped and bit his lip.
"Might be our captain walks in the shadows of the dark one." One of the pub drinkers laughed at him.
His jaw clenched, holding the mug with utmost anger.
"Aye, that it is. The dark one didn't fought for our captain lady, so might our broken captain as well follows his reputation." The pub erupted to laughter.
"I'm no coward!" He yelled at them. His face was red in anger. Had it not for his princess' memories, no one could laugh at him. Their heads might be rolling down the streets that night.
He stood up abruptly and walked to the door. The laughter died down. But before he could vanish into the darkness, he heard someone, commented at his rather grand exit. "That's a better head start for him."
And he knew better what to do for his princess, for his Emma.
Emma woke up with the chilly air. Her eyes flickered momentarily and yanked her blanket. She might have forgotten to close the window before she fell asleep again. She walked towards the window sill and reached for it. She was closing the right part when she saw something moved just near her sill. She reached her candelabra on her table. She thought of a thief. But who would dare? Her room was in a tower, tens of feet from the ground. She reached the right window when a hand grabbed her arms.
"You would wake the dead, love." He spoke just before she could muster a scream. And she knew who was it.
She tiptoed at the sill and found him just beside it hanging for his dear life.
"What are you doing here?" She asked trying to keep her voice down.
"Wouldn't you have me in?"
"But..."
"Right, love. I will stay up here hanging my foot on my tomb."
"Alright." She said resigned at his charms again, what is it with her that she couldn't even say something that would upset him. Love, emma, you love him dearly, her mind screamed at her.
She reached to help him get inside. Boy, was he heavy.
The next thing she knew, his lips were crushing on hers. He tastes rum. Had he been drinking? Her thoughts died down when he pulled her closer. He kissed her tenderly and she returned it with the same delight, feeling the weeks of separation dissolve into passion. He kissed her neck, her cheeks, her nose, her eyelids and she felt the moisture of his mouth lingers wherever his lips touched.
"I'm sorry." He murmured at her ears.
She broke from his arms and met his eyes. There was regret and pain etched on his face. Her heart quenched at the sight of him. He was utterly lost and broken, like her.
"You left me." She croaked.
"I know and I'm sorry love." He kissed her lips again.
"You abandoned me and took my heart with you." Tears were stinging on her eyes. She cannot cry again. She had poured every tears she had but alas, she had restored even more for this.
"And I regret, every inch of it. I'm sorry." His knuckles brushed the tears falling freely from her face.
"I hate you!" Her fist met his chest, pounding him. "I hate you. I hate you for leaving me. I hate you for letting me marry him. I hate you." Finally she sobbed at his chest.
"And all I can say is sorry. I'm sorry love. But I'm here now and I love you. Nothing changes that."
She sniffed, trying to wipe her tears with the back of her hand. It was ungraceful.
"You're here but that wont change the fact that the day will come when I had to marry him. And I can't run from it. He was rumplestiltskin's son. The son of the dark one. The kingdom will perish." She said.
"If there was a way, would you dissuade your father?" He said.
She met his eyes. Was he jesting now? No, he wasn't. He was serious about it. If only he was an open book like she is, then perhaps, she would know his thoughts.
But she knew perfectly her answers. She would not lie to him. Her Killian, most of all. She sighed, and gazed at him, "I'd rather die than marry him."
There was a momentarily shock in his eyes then his lips curled to a smile. "Then, you would."
Before the words could register to her, she felt his hands on her chest and she felt lighter. Then, there was only the sensation of falling.
*runs to hide* Okay, don't kill me just yet. Please! Reviews please!
