Chapter Six:
Disclaimer: I still own nothing of Once Upon a Time, despite my better imaginations.
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'If wishes were, your highness.' Her hand left, a grim frown upon her face as Killian pulled himself up unsteadily readying himself for whatever she was going to throw at the monster in front of them. They had no qualms betraying and leaving each other as they always, always found each other again. Their love, far brighter than the sun on a cloudless sky. He needed to be ready to react, to whatever she needed, a familiar routine that sent an additional rush of adrenaline threw him further dulling the pain of his missing limb and sent the usual high of their encounters upon him, despite the tremor in his body as shock set in.
They had never, would never betray one another in a manner that would risk this, their game, their adventures, their love, forever between the two of them, leaving no room for outsiders or intruders.
Her hand took off her hat, the ridiculous one that she had had to have remade in Wonderland, after their scuffle rent the last to fabric scrap. She reached into it slowly carefully and then withdrew a ceramic pot small, inconspicuous and in the one place Killian hadn't thought to look for anything in. Granted he might have stolen the hat on more than one occasion itself but it had never occurred to him that something might be inside it.
'The Sea King's gift.' Swan states monotone, waiting for Rumplestilskin to take the small pot from her palm.
He stares at it emotionless, for a moment.
'And just what dearie was the Sea King's gift?' Swan smiles crudely at him, more a baring of teeth than a smile.
'Ink.' Surprise now from friend and foe alike.
'Ink?' The Dark One questions nearly incredulously.
'From the last squid of its kind. The only kind that can survive living upon the rift prisons of the Sea King's bottomless Ocean. Enough ink here to imprison you-or break impassible or life baring enchantments around or upon any object, without the price of magic.'
The Dark One's eyes seem to glow in that moment alone.
'Give it to me!' He shouts even as he grabs it. The moment he does however blue and purple smoke surround him and his new jar.
'Your wish is granted.' A new voice comes, eyes peer at the oddly dressed man.
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P.B. Not what I had intended to originally post but I wanted to keep somewhat regular(lost a bet), so here you go. With luck this will get me a semi-regular following. Reviews are worshipped, on a side note if someone could explain to me how to respond back to reviewers... that would be awesome.