Disclaimer: *mutters* I WISH I owned this show...
This is for gusenitsa because I promised her a chapter in her honour. :) Love you girl, welcome aboard!
I'm taking a stand
~Imagine Dragons: Moster
"Killian?"
"Mmmm?" Killian strokes her hair as she tries (and fails) to draw one of the swans on the pond. They had decided that the weather was perfect for a picnic, and now it's three hours after the last bite of food, and they're still sitting outside. Together. Killian honestly can't think of anything that could ruin this momen-
"I miss my father."
His heart stops.
Her voice is wrecked, and his heart is no longer functioning.
He clears his throat. "Oh," he says hoarsely. "I..I'm...sorry." What does he do in a situation like this? A breeze picks up she starts to shiver. He drapes his long coat around her shoulders. "What," he clears his throat again,"What would you have me do?"
She sighs. "Nothing, I suppose."
After a few silent moments, she drops his coat and walks away.
...
Emma dries her red-rimmed eyes. She hadn't meant to do that. Tell him that. Sound so ungrateful. Killian has treated her better than anyone, and she knows she should be nothing but thankful, but her father...
For a moment, she allows herself to imagine him, all alone, without her. She stops thinking about it. It hurts too much.
A knock sounds at her door.
"Come in."
Killian walks in, and his eyes look suspiciously red-rimmed as well. Why? He clears his throat.
"Emma," he says, then stops, and just looks at her.
She waits patiently for a moment before saying, "Yes, Killian?"
He shakes his head, as though trying to erase all memories of his most recent thoughts from his head, and says, "I have something to show you." From behind his back, he produces a beautiful little mirror, one she dimly recognizes from the room her rose came from.
"It's lovely," she says politely, albeit confusedly.
"What?" He glances at the mirror in confusion, before snapping his gaze back hers. "No," he says hurriedly. "No, this isn't a looking mirror, it's a...magic...mirror," he says feebly.
"What?" She's actually very interested, and moves beside him to peer over his shoulder, ignoring the funny feeling in her stomach when he breathes her in sharply. "What does it do?"
"Well," his voice trembles ever so little, and she shivers. "Well," he says again. "It shows you what you ask it to." Breathing deeply, he says, "Who would you like to see?"
After a pause, he whispers, "Your father?"
Swallowing hard, she nods, and he hands her the mirror. She looks directly into it, and sees no reflection. "Tell it who you want to see," Killian prompts.
"Show me...my father."
A man, lying in an almost lifeless heap on the cold, hard ground appears. He twitches, and his face shows just a bit.
Emma screams, a falls to the floor, sobbing.
"No, Father, Please, No, Father."
...
Killian paces like a madman.
Emma's made him a madman.
She's taken his broken, black heart and fixed it, only to tear at it unwittingly, before patching it again to rinse and repeat.
That darned woman has caused him to fall in love.
And love is nothing, if not completely, unadulteratedly, and heart-wrenchingly maddening.
He runs a hand through his hair before making his decision and walking out the door.
...
Emma opens the door to a completely wrecked looking Killian.
"Killian, I-"
"Your father's debt has been repaid. I have no need of you now. Leave."
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A/N:
BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! IT IS SO FUN TO TOY WITH YOUR FEEBLE LITTLE MINDS! HAHAHAHAHAHA!
Anyhoo, I have decided that the best way to go about this is to do shorter, more frequent chapters, otherwise I might as well be dead. (Honestly, I'll only be reading OTHER PEOPLE'S fanfics, but whatevs...)
I hope you all like it! :)
SHORT STORY! YAAAAAYYY! :D
Well, today, my school got out at 12:20, and I was so excited, I even left my phone at home because I figured I would have no need of it for such a short period of time.
Well, hour long story short, my mother dearest forgot about me and I waited at school for an hour. (Yeah, I'm young and can't drive yet. Deal.)
It wouldn't have been too bad if my friends weren't total backstabbing PRATS! *heavy breathing*
So I just read Much Ado About Nothing for an hour.
I want a dog.
Hugs, Kisses, and Dogs,
~Mrs Killian Jones: Pureblood