Chapter 36: Broken Reflection
There was so much left unsaid, undone, or in desperate need of fixing. She had made so many mistakes, done such terrible things, and now... now Artz was out there...alone...doing lord knows what with the Queen of Hearts searching for her. Meanwhile Emma was losing her shit and taking comfort in the arms of a stranger, said stranger having shagged her sister like Nubbins.
She giggled softly...Artz finally got laid. It was about fucking time and that thought alone broke through her more negative emotions.
"I take it that my services are no longer required, yes?" Killian asked loosening his grip but not releasing her entirely, a clear message that should she need to...he would gladly help.
She pulled back, rather begrudgingly...he made a surprisingly good pillow and was taken off guard when he wiped her remaining tears away, his eyes a mirrored obsidian...but so warm. Those eyes should have frightened her or at least unnerved her, but she actually felt safer which was just plain weird.
"Did you know that your eyes change colors?" She asked her curiosity winning out over her lingering break down.
"Yes. It usually occurs with rage, bloodlust, the pure pleasure of killing something...or someone." He answered looking a little uncomfortable.
"Or when you're feeling a deeper emotion, something that hits you at your core." She replied continuing to stare into those kind black orbs...black.
'Basically black, blue, and silver.'
Mirrored obsidian, ocean blue...silver hook...clever, Artz, very clever.
"I wouldn't know...they're black now, aren't they?" He surmised looking away.
"Hey." She started turning his face back towards her, "Look at me."
He kept his eyes down and she could feel his insecurity. She guessed this topic didn't come up very often. Captain Hook being overly sensitive about his eyes changing colors...but people coming back from the dead...no problem.
How could she get him to look at her? He had blind sided her when he asked if she hated Artz, but this was a whole different ball of wax. Her lips twitched slightly, fighting the urge to smirk.
"Tell me, Killian. What exactly did my sister say to make you two shag like Nubbins?" She asked her tone a little coy but also teasing.
His eyes flashed up briefly and she watched as they faded from obsidian to ocean blue...wow...that was kind of cool...pun intended.
"Then what the hell are you waiting for...an invitation? Hell...if you want me to say it, I will. Will you please fuck me already?!" He quoted making her jaw drop.
Holy shit, Artz. When the hell did she get so fucking gutsy? That takes some serious courage...and it proved something to the blonde haired savior.
"I would say typical Artz but that...is actually a first for her. Which means only one thing." Emma commented looking into his ocean blue eyes.
"And that is?" He asked his own curiosity raging.
"It means that I can trust you." She answered taking him off guard, "Artz is only that forward or blunt with people that she trusts completely. As of right now...that is a pretty short list.
There is only one other person that Artz would trust completely and sadly, he's fictional and ironically, a different version of you." She explained though with those eyes...maybe...was it possible?
"You're referring to Hook and Poseidon. She mentioned that after the encampment ...I'm pretty certain that I'm Poseidon." He replied showing the tattoo on the back of his hand, "though to be honest...i think I might have a split personality."
Split personality? So far she has only seen Killian… but those eyes… mirrored obsidian… those were the eyes of the one Artz called The Fourth Captain… The Scourge of the Sea… Hook and he is her captain.
"You would think that would surprise me, but it doesn't. I'm almost hoping its true because then she could have her god of the sea and her captain. I guarantee that it would make her very happy." She commented smiling at him.
"And why's that?" He asked returning the gesture.
"Then there would be two of you…" Emma started only to be interrupted by the captain.
"A whole different birthday." He finished his eyes dulling and his face scrunching up like he was in pain.
"Killian?" She said wondering what was happening.
Her eyes widened as his eyes shifted from ocean blue to mirrored obsidian and she was suddenly on her back with him situated firmly in between her legs...oh dear...not good.
"Guess again, wench." He rumbled his lips close to her ear and his tone was so dark.
Not good, very not good...three words and she wanted to fuck him...very not good!
"Hook." She spoke softly, hating how breathless she was.
He rubbed against her and she had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep herself from moaning. He skimmed along her neck and collar bone with his lips, a ghostly touch that sent shivers down her spine.
"I like the way you smell, little Swan… fresh spring water with just a touch of rosemary. A pure yet sweet scent, subtle, alluring...tempting, so very tempting." He growled out against her skin, her body heating up in response.
"So he was right...he does have a split personality." She stated trying to regain control of the situation...but that didn't happen because he started rubbing against her again.
She started to pant and her eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head when he started nipping at her skin with his teeth.
"Don't insult me, little Swan. The brat and I are in no way the same person. We are two very different people." He replied using his hands and movements to prove his point.
She was controlling her physical reactions pretty well until he pinned her hands above her, tying them to the end of the cot. Not good...how the hell did he know? Ever since she and Graham had started having sex, she kind of figured out that she liked it when her hands were bound/cuffed.
So hands tied and unable to save herself, her body responded by becoming hotter and wetter. Then he slid his hands under her shirt and grabbed her breasts tightly, the rough texture of his skin rubbing against the exposed flesh.
Shit! The blonde savior arched as she orgasmed and she grunted from the release. Damn it! Why wasn't she fighting back?! Why wasnt she resisting?! She had a boyfriend and this man was her sister's captain...yet she couldn't find it in her to fight, to resist...and a few moments later, a second orgasm and then a third and he was just grinding against her, fully clothed!
"There's no need to stand on ceremony, my little Swan...just relax and enjoy." He stated rubbing her breasts with his hands and keeping up the constant friction, "Relax...I won't go any further than this. I give you my word."
"Why do this at all and if you're not a split personality then what are you?" She questioned relaxing into the rhythm now that she knew his intentions.
"This world is broken, little Swan, and it is still breaking. Time has splintered and paths are crossing before they should while others are forced to merge with another." He answered cryptically, bringing her into another orgasm, "As for this… I'm not entirely sure why. I just know that I need to. Do you want me to stop?"
His eyes started to fade and her heart screamed...she needed to save him. That's why he came out now...when Killian was most distracted...because he was fading away...and he wasn't going to come back. NO! She couldn't let him slip away. An image of Artz flashed through her mind, the words My Captain, bouncing around her head.
"Don't…" She started relieved when the obsidian began to return, "Don't stop. I don't...i don't know why, but I have to save you. And i don't know how."
She was taken off guard when he placed a gentle kiss to her cheek before untying her hands. She just laid there and let him do as he wished. He kept his word and went no further, not a single article of clothing being removed, but it did not mean that they didn't shift because one hand was under her shirt and the other was frequently inside her pants.
A loophole to be sure but at this point, she was focusing more on what was going on inside her body. Every time he made her peak, a strange warmth would surge from deep within. It didn't hurt and it took her a few more orgasms to realize what the warmth truly was...magic.
'For Artz, it was her desire to save a life.'
Her magic...her power as a savior...it was reacting...reacting to her desire to save a life...to save him...to save her sister's captain. She wrapped her arms around him, startling him...especially when she wrapped her legs around him too, using them to grind him harder against her...her magic surging each time.
"Swan…" he started trying to speak but the intense pressure of their joined movements was making him pant for breath, "What are you….what are you doing?"
Her eyes were fierce, her mind made up, and her determination was at full blast.
"I'm saving you." She stated firmly, forcing him to grind against her harder.
His movements increased speed...he was close...so was her magic. She needed to time this just right because she was pretty certain that there wouldn't be a second chance. It was all or nothing. She placed one hand on his back, the other on the back of his head, forcing him to close the gap and bring him into full contact with her.
He reflexively wrapped his arms around her, his embrace almost as tight as her own. She threaded her hand into his hair, white sparks coming from her fingers and the sound he made...it was so deep, a dark growl filled with lust and desire. Her body went into overdrive, that sound acting as a release valve.
She climaxed and her magic surged from her body and pushed itself into his body, forcing him to come hard. His entire body shined with a pure silver light and then it faded and he collapsed out cold, still on top of her.
Rem ran in and noticed their positions and before Emma could say anything, the Celtic woman knelt down and smiled at her.
"Thank you." She said softly.
"I don't...why did…what the hell?" The blonde rambled breathing heavily and feeling her magic retreat deep within, its task apparently complete.
"There's a lot ya don't know, Emma, and I know that you're confused, but this needed to happen." Rem replied gently pulling the out cold pirate off of the blonde and laying him on his back, "Killian needs Artz's magic, but Hook is different. He requires a savior's magic. Both are needed and both still require more."
Emma's vision began to swim and it was hard to focus, everything kept moving. The curly ginger turned towards the blonde savior but something was off...she didn't feel like Rem.
"All magic comes with a price, Emma Swan. To save that which is fading, the darkness must be unleashed." The woman continued her voice deepening, sounding older.
"You're not Rem." The blonde spoke her voice hoarse and her mouth felt like a cottonball.
The woman faded from the curly ginger to the last person she had expected to see...The Queen of Hearts. No...this could not be happening. Why would she be here? What purpose did it serve? Was she the reason why Hook woke up?
The older woman sat down on the cot next to her and the blonde tried to move away, but her vision blurred every time she moved and she felt completely spent.
"I'm sorry, Emma. Truly I am. There is so much that you don't know….so many people have died just to get this far. Those that remain have to make sacrifices in order to make things right." Kora said cryptically.
"I don't understand." Emma replied starting to get light headed.
"I doubt you ever will. Emma, there is still much to be done. You have saved the first but if the second does not appear then everything around you will be destroyed. I wish there was another way, but for the light to be strong, it must be tempered by darkness.
To make it eternal and unending, it must face terrible trials, defeat powerful foes, embrace both love and hate...this is the last time, Emma. We wont be able to try again. The balance must be broken, a new destiny must be born, and the truth must be known." Kora continued but the blonde savior was beginning to lose consciousness,
"The price for saving Hook is the memory of him and what has transpired between the two of you. It is not yet time for her to learn of his existence. Soon though...she will because she'll notice. So perceptive and observant...i am so proud of her. To come so far, endured so much...i am so very, very proud."
She looked down at the nearly unconscious savior...why? Even with her blurry and darkening vision, she could still see them and it didn't make sense. Why was Kora, Regina's mother, the Queen of Hearts...why was she crying?
"A single heart changed everything, creating a better place, a brighter future and then so many hearts had to be destroyed to undo what had been done...to save her...so many sacrifices...one final time to get it right.
Find the second, Emma. Find the one whose faith has never died...the one that bears the mark of reflection...the crescent moon within the prism...find her.
Find Yuna." She spoke her voice drifting away.
The blonde haired savior lost the battle to stay awake as her eyes closed against her will and she fell asleep, a slumber so deep that she didnt even dream.
