cocohook38: "i can literally see newborn angel jones mocking archangel emma " ... well i'm waiting now
Bloody hell, he cursed, reaching up with his hand to touch his forehead. His head was pounding like there was no tomorrow. He'd not even drunk that much last night. Wait, no. He'd not drunk at all.
Slowly focusing on his surroundings, Killian noticed he wasn't in his room. To be honest, it didn't look like a room at all. No, that was wrong: it had four walls and a ceiling, but the light was just… wrong, too bright for a room with no windows and-
His bones snapped as he whirled his head around, eyes wide as he saw no bloody door.
Panic coursed through him.
No, he thought in fear, scrambling to get onto his feet and failing completely as unimaginable pain shot up his spine, sending him on what he supposed was the floor. It was a floor, wasn't it? He couldn't feel the coolness of tiles or other material used to cover the ground, but it was solid, although a tad too soft than a normal floor.
Where was he? Had someone kidnapped him? Gold? That little imp! Killian knew he was so close to take him down, but he'd been careful, hadn't he?
«Apparently, not.»
Killian's head shot up at the feminine voice filling his ears, neck snapping once again. Fuck, he thought, slowly rolling onto his back. The ache right behind his left shoulder was still there and he had to close his eyes to make it stop, hoping it would.
«It won't take long.»
That voice, again.
Was he talking out loud and not realizing it? It must be, no one was able to-
«Uh, yes, we are. You will be, too. That's probably why your head hurts like he-» The voice was cut off by a loud cough. «Anyway, my name's Remiel, but I prefer Emma.»
Killian frowned, the headache diminishing a bit, just enough to allow him to think clearly. Who was this woman? He'd never heard such a name, and no Emma was sided with Gold, he knew that.
Silence filled the room, and when he could finally feel just a low buzz in his head, Killian slowly sat up, opening his eyes and adjusting to the blinding light he could feel almost burning him through his eyelids.
He couldn't possibly fathom how his jaw was still attached to the upper part of his face.
In front of him was an angel.
And then the angel laughed, a crystal laughter that filled his ears like a lullaby and made something deep inside him shift, as if it'd just adjusted, as if it'd just found its rightful place.
The angel – oh, how right he was and he didn't even understand it yet – was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, with long golden hair, glimmering like a halo in the light – and her laughter grew louder, impossibly more angelic.
«P-please, stop,» the angel laughed, drying the tears at the corners of her eyes. Killian swore he could fear his heart stop at the sight of those bright gree-
Wait a minute, he thought, instinctively bringing his hand to his neck, checking for a pulse. There was none. How-
The echo of the woman's laugh died almost abruptly as she fell on her knees next to him, a concerned expression marring her face. She had freckles so light it looked as if someone had sprinkled light gold over her cheeks and the bridge of her nose.
«I'm afraid there's no good way to tell you this, Killian Jones,» she began, lifting a hand and gently brushing dark strands of hair away from his forehead before placing it over his wrist, his fingers pressing hard into his neck, wanting, needing to feel the rhythmical pulsating of blood coursing through his veins.
«How?» he chocked out, rage filling him. Could he still feel emotions, though? Even if-
A sad smile ticked the woman's lips downwards – was it a smile, still? «It was an ambush, Gold shot you in the back. The bullet hit your heart.»
Unable of containing it, Killian let out the bubbling maniacal laugh as bile rose to his throat. «Always the coward, that crocodile,» he spat. Faint memories of all the times they'd met, a sneer on the older man's face, so sure he would never get caught. It appeared he wouldn't indeed. A thought crossed his mind, and he was about to speak when Emma gently shook her head.
«No, you can't haunt him, you're not a ghost, and our laws are strict when it comes to interfering with human beings. Unless you're a guardian angel or want to become a fallen, that is. And trust me, you don't want to fall.»
There was something in her words and in the tone of her voice that told him she knew all too well what she was talking about. As she gulped and averted her eyes, Killian had his confirmation. Then, fury rose inside him like a bonfire's flames did towards the sky. «Stay out of my head,» he hissed, feeling like a wounded animal protecting himself from his predator. Only, he actually was a dead animal and his killer still alive.
Emma was quick to mask her stricken expression with a gentle one. «My apologies, it's been so long since we've had a newborn, and way longer since I was the one to welcome them into this life.»
Killian tilted his head, suddenly and strangely curious. «That so? Care to enlighten me about that, love?» Aye, he wanted to know more about her, just as much as he wanted to know more about the… afterlife.
No, he'd not accepted he was actually dead, yet, or at least he didn't believe so, all the five stages of grief swirling inside him and creating a maelstrom he really couldn't sedate. Perhaps, her talking about…. afterlife could distract him.
Apparently, Emma didn't seem too eager to answer his questions. She looked rather on edge, as if she was being watched. As if she was being tested.
Instinctively, he reached out and took her hand in his. The gesture startled both, but neither of them pulled away.
«You are an angel, now. Well, a guardian angel. In training. God, I'm so bad at this,» she muttered to herself.
«Language,» Killian quipped with a smirk, unable of controlling himself.
That earned him a shocked expression and a golden eyebrow raised. «Are you mocking an archangel?»
Killian felt his lips twitch. «Yes. Yes I am.»
It took Emma just a few seconds before her lips broke into a smile and then into a laugh, and Killian wasn't kidding when he thought of it as an angelic sound no matter the irony.
He smiled, dimples forming on his cheeks when said smile widened as she lifted her bright green eyes to meet his.
Perhaps the afterlife wouldn't be so bad, after all.