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When I'm thirsty and don't have any water,
I swallow my spit.
~My sister.
Emma wakes up, her eyes opening to someone stroking her hair. She grumbles, and murmurs, "Stop it, David." She only calls him David when she's upset.
The stroking stops abruptly, the hand no longer light and roaming, but heavy on her neck. Suddenly, it withdraws quickly, as though she was a stove. She grumbles. "What is your problem, David?" She rolls over and stares into a pair of startled, bright blue eyes. Not David's.
"AHHHH!"
She rolls over twice in the other direction and tumbles onto the floor. Killian sits stiffly, staring down at her from the couch in the library.
"What the heck, Killian?! You scared the crap out of me!Why aren't we in bed?" Her eyes widen and her mouth drops in a little 'o'. His eyes' however, are stiff and distant. "I didn't mean...I meant...respectively...not together, of course, just...not...together," she finishes lamely, a little intimidated by his unhappy and unfriendly gaze.
"Are you...are you ok, Killian?"
"Spiffy."
"Ah."
Silence from the opposing side.
"Why, er, why we sleeping on a couch?" TOGETHER?!
Her last thought seems to have traveled loud and clear to him, as he remains stiff and says, "You fell asleep." He sneers. "You were far too heavy for carrying."
Her eyes narrow into slits.
"O...kaaaayyy, Voice," she spits. "Fat jokes aside, maybe you'll tell me why in the seven seas you were stroking my head like I was some puppy dog?"
"Just that reason, Swan, " he says with equal disdain, as though SHE had been the one to insult HIM! "Your smell threw me off, and I mistook you for a puppy dog."
Her mouth drops. Just drops. She feels totally and completely betrayed, which scares her. To be betrayed, there must first be trust, and there was no way that Emma Nolan Swan wanted to be trusting people.
Wiping her face of emotion, she stands up and dusts off her filthy Swan Dress.
"Quite sorry, sir. I must have mistook you for someone I knew."
With a smirk and satisfying crack of spinning dress, she struts out of the room confidently, feeling anything but.
...
Killian hates himself at the moment. Last night had been nothing short of magical, and now it was ruined.
All because of her.
Or,
more correctly,
(and here he grits his teeth)
all because of this David character.
(What kind of name is that anyway? David. Sounds like a horrid disease.)
He honestly hadn't meant to start stroking her hair. He had woken up completely embarrassed that he had fallen asleep without taking her to her room, and had looked over at her to wake her up, but got...distracted. Her hair was so long, curled, blonde, and shiny for Merlin's sake!
And who's to say that monsters don't like shiny things?
It had started out as a mere poke, to see if it was as soft as it looked, which turned into a pinch, which turned into a single stroke, before he realized he wasn't going to stop. So he had sat, for almost ten minutes, stroking her blonde tresses, and thinking of how nice it would be for this become a normal encounter.
Then she had called him David.
WHAT THE BLOODY BUGGERING FREAKING HECK?!
Who was this, this, David who had any right to stroke his Swan's hair in the wee hours of morning? Who was this David that was the first name uttered off her lips in the morning? Who was this David? Killian has no idea, but he plans on killing him.
And then, to top it off, he had to act bloody, buggering, pathetically jealous! He had insulted his Swan! Then she had walked out on him, and rightly so. Killian had no right to be a terrible person because of a name (and a stupid name at that).
But he had, and he no feels utterly betrayed.
But betrayal is impossible.
Betrayal needs trust to thrive.
And for a minute he thinks about that, and comes to a groundbreaking conclusion.
He doesn't trust Emma.
He loves her.
...
Emma walks into the dining room in the rattiest clothes she can get a hold of, finding no need to dress up, as he probably isn't even there. (But that doesn't matter.)
But...
he watches her walk in.
She visibly stiffens and stares at him, into his apologetic eyes.
"I'm sorry."
Is this a dream?
"What?" she asks wittily.
"I'm sorry."
She glares at him.
"For what?"
He coughs.
"For, well, saying you...smelled like a puppy dog." The last part is said quietly and quickly behind closed eyes. His eyes open again, and he looks at the ground by her feet.
"And..." he breathes heavily. "Stroking your hair." He keeps his eyes down as he shrugs. "That was...weird."
Emma opens her mouth, but he holds up an interjecting hand.
"Wait."
He breathes deeply again.
"I'm also sorry for not carrying you to your room. And spitting soup all over your dress. And keeping you in a room. And kidnapping you." He trails off awkwardly.
She's silent.
Shuffling forward, he takes a hand from behind his back and passes her rose, with a faint glow about it. When she doesn't reach for it, he drops it between them and steps back, and she's about to leave when her mouth drops just a tad. The rose, instead of falling, floats in front of her, an equal distance betwixt the two.
The rose from the room.
The one he almost banished her over.
Floating between them like an offering.
A petal falls, and Killian's eyes darken, and he looks like he's visibly growing older.
"What?..." she coughs and clears her throat to stop the tremble. "What is this?"
"It used to be my lifeline."
"What's your lifeline now?"
He's silent.
"What's going on?"
"I'm dying."
"Really?" she squeaks.
He nods.
"You'll be dead?"
"In a sense."
"What's that supposed to mean?" She can feel hysteria rising, even though she shouldn't care.
"My body will be living, but my soul will be dead." He says it in a monotone.
"Why are you telling me this?"
"Because you need to know. I don't want you to hate me when I'm..gone." His voice cracks.
"I don't hate you," she whispers.
He nods, still staring at her feet.
"Will you look at me and not my feet, please?" she snaps.
He abruptly looks into her eyes, and she get the feeling he's seeing her soul rather than her eyes.
"Why would I hate you?"
"Because I called you fat."
She snorts. "I'm quite sure I know I'm not fat; my ribs show through my clothes."
He looks pained.
"It's not your fault!" she says quickly. "Just my stupidity."
"As you wish."
She can see the hints of a smile on his face, and smiles back encouragingly, producing a genuine smile from him, sending triumph coursing through her veins.
Maybe things could work out.
His eyes follow her hands as she grabs the rose and clutches it tightly.
No words are exchanged, but they know what it means.
"I'm sorry."
"I forgive you."
...
Killian laughs at a terrible joke Emma tells him. Glancing at a clock, he starts.
"Midnight," he murmurs.
"What?" Emma asks, wiping tears away from her laughter.
He gives her a brief smile. "Bedtime," he says.
She shrugs and stands up, and helps pull him to his feet, bringing them comfortably close. She smiles at him.
He smiles back, feeling like he could fly at any given moment.
"I have a question," he says abruptly, startling himself.
"Yes?" Emma asks, and he can feel her breath and it's making him forget his caution.
"Who's David?"
She stares at him, obviously surprised.
Crap.
ABORT ABORT ABORT
"How do you know that name?" She says slowly.
"You...called me David. This morning." He tries to keep the bitterness out of his voice, but doesn't do to well.
She, however, doesn't seem to notice it, and shrugs.
"My dad."
Her...
Wait.
What?
He, the Prince Killian Jones
had been jealous
of Emma's FATHER?!
He looks at her retreating back as she waves and calls out a last goodnight.
He collapses onto the couch.
Her Father?!
A/N:
I'm sorry.
I love you guys.
Don't hate me.
That would suck.
I've been on temporary hiatus due to sickness and my birthday, so I have an excuse.
Also,
writers' block.
Constipation for writers.
Also, I'm working on a series I want published in the real world.
And I have homework.
WHICH I AM CURRENTLY NEGLECTING FOR YOU SWEET MUNCHKINS! :DD
Ya?
Well, my pitiful life aside, I truly am sorry! :(
Stay perfect
don't hate me
i love you
Hugs and Kisses and Apologies,
~Mrs Killian Jones: Pureblood
Ps I Love You