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I'm only a man with a candle to guide me;
I'm taking a stand to escape what's inside me.
~Imagine Dragons: Monster
Killian paces. He paces like a madman, never stopping, burning patterns into his dark, wooden floor, like tracing patterns in his dark, broken heart.
He paces for hours, until finally, finally he sits. He thinks. He puts his head in his shaking hands and sits and thinks.
Then he gets up again, and walks up to an object covered with a sheet. Breathing deeply, he throws the sheet off, and stares at the dusty mirror he's just unveiled.
Then?
He growls. Pulls up his thin lips and snarls. Lashes his hand out and strikes the object nearest to him, throws his head back and howls. He shrieks, he yells, he shouts, he does all but whisper.
Then, abruptly, he stops.
Cocks his head to the side.
Stares at his dusty reflection.
Breathes deeply. Closes his eyes. Pulls up the corners of his thin lips, and tries to smile. He opens his eyes and looks at himself. It's been so long, he doesn't remember if he's doing it right. It looks right? Maybe?
He sighs. A deep, feelful sigh.
"Are you monster? Or man?"
Monster?
Man?
Monster?
I don't want to be a man.
I don't want to be a monster.
I want to be...
Killian. Killian Jones.
Just Killian.
For the first time since Killian can remember, his dark hear moves. It doesn't squelch, or hammer, dance, glow, or anything silly like that.
No, quite simply, his heart started to beat.
...
A beating wakes Emma up.
She sits up quickly, shaking off dreams of monsters and men. She stares at the door, where the beating is coming from. It almost sounds like a heartbeat, the thudding door.
"Who is it?" She knows who it is.
"It's...me, love."
Out of habit, Emma shouts back, "Don't call me love!"
"Yes, alright, but would you be so kind as to open the door?"
She hesitates. "Right now?"
She could almost swear to hearing his eyes roll. "No, lo- dear. Yesterday. Yes of course right now!"
"Is it really, truly important, because-"
"I'm sorry."
...
Killian waits on the other side of the door, his heart beating at an average pace, speeding right along for him.
Swan doesn't answer.
He closes his eyes, his heart starting to dim out, and rests his forehead against the door.
It was a hopeless case anyway.
Just like him.
Then, "What?"
His head snaps up, his heart starting to throb.
...
Had he apologized? Is that what's going on?
"What?" The word is out of her mouth before she's given it permission.
She's greeted with a brief silence.
Then, "I'm sorry."
Her heart hammers. She doesn't know why, apologies are usually insignificant, fake, trivial, but she can tell, she just knows that he means it.
"For what?" she asks loudly, trying to drown out her throbbing head and hammering heart.
"For...er, well, you know..." His voice drops to a mumble. "Kidnapping you." He clears his throat, not able to see the slight smile that crosses Emma's face. "And such, you know."
She hops out of bed and heads to the door before she knows what she's doing.
...
"Kidnapping you. And such." He says it with confidence, hoping to impress her with his repentance.
She's quiet, and he's content to just bask in the clean air, and lays his head against the door again, a slight tug pulling at the corners of his lips again. Suddenly the door is thrown open and he is thrown face to lovely face with the Swan lass.
He swears both of their breath's stop.
Everything stops, in fact.
His heart. His breath. His head. Time. The curse. His pain. His sorrow. His memories of the past.
Everything stops but the now.
Now is all he can feel, all he wants to feel.
All he needs is this, the Swan-lass to be near him, just their breath mingling, a lovely blush tinting her neck.
All he needs is now.
...
Emma throws the door open, not expecting what greets her.
You can't really blame her, though! She had no way to expect the Voice to right. At. Her door!
Like,right there. As in, he stumbled a little closer to her when she pulled to door open.
Strangely, though, she doesn't feel uncomfortable. Far from it, in fact. She's almost comfortable with him staring into her eyes, no words being exchanged, just feelings.
It feels like time has stopped, like all the world is on bated breath, waiting for something to happen right now.
Emma says the first thing that comes to her mind.
...
"My name is Emma."
He stares at her. Into her light emerald, gold flecked eyes.
Finally, he coughs. "What?"
"My name. It's Emma, " she says...nervously? No, he daren't think like that. "What," she coughs. "What's your name. I've just taken to calling you...The Voice...in my head, when I think of you."Her face becomes a very sudden and bright pink. "Not that I spend long hours thinking of you, no, just I-"
Killian laughs softly, breaking the spell.
"It's Killian, love."
He smiles when she makes no objection to his pet name.
"Just Killian."
A/N:
Thanks for being so patient guys! It means a lot! Just, real life is catching up, you know.
Stupid real life. The hiatus should just be over so I may return to my REAL real life.
Anyway, SHORT STORY KINDA TIME! (not really, just a snippet of information)
Well, a moment ago, my sister says, "What do you want for your birthday?" (ITS ALMOST MY BDAY! YAY!)
And I'm all, "A life size cardboard cutout of Killian would be nice. REAAALLLY nice."
And she just rolled her eyes and walked away, but then I started to *ahem* look around the internet for some life size cardboard cut outs of Killian *ahem* and I.
FOUND
SOME
!
Now I just don't know what to do with my life. To buy or not to buy?
On a lighter note, we're watching Romeo and Juliet (a story I've never quite got around to liking) and the acting is so terrible, when they're kissing, it looks like they're just trying to eat eachother. And, unfortunately, the casting is age-accurate. So she's 13. *shudder*
They could take some lessons from Killian and Emma.
To my faithful reviewers: THANK YOU I LOVE YOU ALL.
To those who don't review: Come now, join the fun, let me know what you think, dear munchkins! :)
Hugs and Kisses and Just Killian, if you please,
~Mrs Killian Jones:mPureblood