Nadri held her arms out and embracing the small raindrops that were beating down on her as they stood in the open graveyard. The rain against her skin made goosebumps creep up, she took in a deep breath of the fresh air around her and it was unmatched. Her eyes were closed and a small smile had arose on her face when she realised she could feel how cold the rain was. The rain was soaking into her clothes the longer she stood there but she didn't care, she embraced the feeling of the soaking wet material sticking to her body.
She wanted to feel how wet and cold she could get, having not experienced such a chill before. She hadn't got to experience anything of the real world outside the castle when she was first turned into her human form. All she knew was the damp and the darkness of her cell and Nathaniel's throne room. Now, she had a life. A real life.
Everything was okay now.
There was nothing she wanted to do more right now. She just wanted to stand in the rain.
She continued to stand there, her smile beaming wide and her eyes slowly flickered open as the rain drops that fell on her face. Killian could tell she was getting cold, his own tussled hair now hanging across his eyes from the rain dripping down on it and onto the collar of his leather jacket. Her arms dropped to her sides and she looked across to the man that she had entered this living realm with. Her smile transferred to him almost as if the happiness was contagious.
"I'd rather you have my jacket, you'll freeze in that." The purple material was slick against her legs, defining her well-toned legs and the rain dripped down the bodice of the material. Nadri looked down at herself, pulling the soaked material off her leg and letting it flop. She then suddenly began to giggle, Killian furrowing his eyebrows as her laughter became greater.
"I have no clothes!" She continued to giggle, laughter shaking her body. "I have no home!" Killian watched as her little body shook the more she laughed, coming to the realisation that she had absolutely nothing. Nadri didn't have to worry about such materialistic things – she was dead. But now…she was alive. She was a real person in this realm with nothing to her name and was completely homeless.
Killian approached Nadri as she tried to calm her laughter down, taking her reassuringly and gazed into her eyes. Rain continued to drip down their faces, Killian had to take in her breath taking appearance. There was no more fear, no more running. He just wanted to admire her. Drops of water fell down her lips, Killian lifting his hand to brush it away before pressing his lips on hers. All he could taste was the rain with an underlying hint of Nadri's cherry-like taste. She pulled him down, Killian's arm swooped behind her waist and he deepened the kiss. She felt him run his tongue along her lip for entry which she graciously allowed briefly before Killian pulled away, Nadri's eyes still closed momentarily before opening to see her pirate gazing back at her.
"Stay, stay with me." Killian offered, his hand brushing wet hair behind her ear. "On the ship, I know it's not ideal but-" Nadri beamed further, cutting him off with another kiss and all he could feel was her smile. He hadn't seen her smile so much since the moment he had seen her. The rare times she had smiled he imagined taking a picture that he could remember forever. "Is that a yes then?" He said against her, his smirk now matching hers.
"Always, Ruveyzun. I don't want to leave your side after everything we've been through." Killian cuddled her closely. They were both still standing next to a mausoleum that had slowly overgrown with vines and other foliage. He pulled away, looking up to the sky to see that the rain was beginning to pour and he shrugged his jacket off and wrapped it around Nadri's shoulders. He stood there in his long sleeved button up and dark leather vest, more concerned about the woman beginning to freeze. "Killy, you'll-"
"Let's go before both of us catch our deaths. I'd rather you stay warm, lass. You're wearing less than I." Killian commented, his eyes travelling over her wet and now see through outfit. He took her hand, leading her further into the graveyard so they could get to the other side and out into Storybrooke.
They both couldn't falter the smiles on their faces as they walked through the graveyard, Killian was ecstatic that they had both given a second chance at life. Killian now had someone to care for, to love and cherish. He had to show her the new world that she had no idea how to be a part of.
The couple continued walking on, only to come across a headstone with freshly placed roses and a line of feathered arrows had been lined up on the mound in front of it. Nadri stopped Killian from walking on, dead in her tracks. Her hand rose up and she pointed at the headstone with Robin Hood's name engraved in it.
"Bloody hell." Killian commented and walked up to Robin's grave. Nadri trailed behind him both looking down sadly at the freshly made grave, roses and arrows decorated it beautifully. It must have happened while they were still down in the Underworld, the unfortunate casualties of Hades. "Poor bloke."
"I liked Robin." Nadri knelt down onto the wet grass, her hand resting on the dirt that had begun to thicken with the rain. Her elating happiness began to come down, feeling the sadness creep back in because once again Hades had to make all of them suffer. "He and David were on my side from the beginning. They cared for me." She murmured again, sorrow filling her up. "I fear that Robin got a fate worse than death."
"What do you mean love?"
"Hin Vahlin came into the Underworld, only no other souls came with him. I fear that Robin met his fate at the end of Hades and was placed in the empty." Nadri's voice was troubled, pulling her hand away from Robin's grave and Killian held out his hook for Nadri to grab and help herself up.
"I take it that it means what it says on the barrel." Killian stated, cocking an eyebrow at her and Nadri nodded solemnly.
"When your soul is obliterated, it's gone. There's nothing, no afterlife of any realm. Just…empty." Nadri sighed, crossing her arms over her chest as she shivered.
"C'mon, love. We need to get you warm." Killian gave one last look to Robin's grave and they moved on through the graveyard and out onto the edge of the town, walking in the direction of the docks to get back to his other beloved – The Jolly Roger. "We can go back to the ship, we should let them grieve over Robin before turning up and upsetting everyone."
"Why would they be upset we are back? That's why they came back for you, Killy." Cars drove along the road, headlights lighting up the way through the rain while they walked alongside the road. Nadri almost screeched with surprise, hauling herself in Killian's arms as a car horn beeped at them for walking too close to the road. She breathed out with a huff. She wasn't used to such energy in one place. They headed over the Toll Bridge, Nadri beginning to feel her newly placed heart pace wildly with anxiety at the thought of walking into a town that she had only experienced dead residents from.
"I want to be delicate, Regina has just lost Robin I don't want to push her over the edge with the sight of both of us. We can stay in my ship and maybe I can try and get hold of Emma or David and break the news gently." Killian explained, the rain beginning to ease up around them.
They continued walking on towards the docks, managing to pass through Storybrooke without alerting anyone to their sudden presence which was quite hard to believe considering that there was a resident who was never in the town before and a pirate who was presumed to be dead. They were met with the ship that had been waiting for Killian's return peacefully on the dock. Killian's face broke into a wide Cheshire grin and he helped Nadri on the ship and down below deck to get out of the rain completely.
Killian helped her down and into the Captain's quarters and they were met with a wide table full of maps laid out on the top, empty mugs and bottles of rum laying across the table and surrounded by unlit candles. A globe with pin points all over marked the places where Killian had travelled to, the floor was littered with wooden treasure chests that were either locked or open with scrolls of parchment or other treasures inside. A rug decorated the floor, deep red tones matching the crimson, silky bed sheets of the almost queen sized bed that was in the next room. Windows stretching up the wooden panelled wall to let in plenty of light. It was comfortable and cosy with warm enough furnishings for Nadri to relax in.
"Home sweet home." Killian gave her a smile, shutting the cabin's door behind him. He rummaged around on the table where four chairs surrounded and lit the candles with a match. "I'm sure I've forgotten where everything is." He murmured as Nadri placed his jacket on the back one of the chairs, standing there in her wet dress before moving up to the window to look out to the view of the docks. Killian rummaged around more, looking through the chests next to his bed and found some spare shirts and other parts of his usual outfit. He turned around with a stack of folded clothes in his arms, a sheepish smile accompanying his handsome face. "I'm apologise that they were Milah's…but they should be alright for today, love." Nadri turned back to him from her stance at the window, always enjoying taking in the view.
"I've lived in this dress for centuries, Ruveyzen. It does not bother me." Nadri reassured him as she took the clothes from him. Killian brought Nadri to the bedroom, the bed made sloppily in the mess that he had left it in. "Can you help me?" Her doll-like eyes looked up at him as she motioned to the almost seamless zip that had appeared on the back of her dress. In the Underworld it was a matter of magic, just vanishing into nothing or something but now the enchantment was gone. Her cheeks were already reddening when Killian moved behind her and moved her curls out of the water before resting a hand on her zip.
"If you're uncomfortable, love-"
"I'm safe with you, raaviir." Nadri replied sweetly, interrupting Killian. He gently pulled on her zip, tracing it down right at the bottom of her back to expose her skin underneath. His hands rested on her hips as she pulled at the bottom of her sleeves to free the top half of her body from the tight material. Killian's eyes were glued to her bare back, her skin was incredibly smooth apart from the small scars that had followed her into this realm. He began to feel hot under the collar just with his eyes tracing the curves of her waist and down to her hips.
Nadri could feel his eyes burning through her, her hands ran down her sides to pull at the material, meeting with his own. His bare fingers were hooked on the waistline of her dress, almost as if the material was teasing him.
She couldn't help but hold a small smirk on her face that Killian couldn't see along with her burning pink face. She felt safe with him, she wasn't worried about what would happen. When it came to Hades he was always rough and there was never a choice in anything regardless of what it was. Hades would pull and push her around, force her to do what he wanted her to do. With Killian however, she didn't need to worry. He could never lay a hand on her, he only wanted to protect her and make her feel like the world was hers.
"Thank-you." Nadri's gentle voice pulled Killian from his stare and his hands moved away from her hips. He cleared his throat suddenly, his own cheeks reddening and he spun around to stare at the wall instead.
"I'll be outside." Killian exited his bedroom, shuffling out the door as he felt his fingertips tingle with electricity from ghostly touching Nadri's skin. He made his way over to the desk, pulling out the deep, red leather armchair and slumping down into it and exhaled.
The events of the day had begun to rush through his head, clouding his mind. Killian found Nadri in his darkest times and brought him back to the light, they went to hell and back and he fought for her. He was struggling to wrap his head around the fact that they were both right there in Storybrooke, alive and kicking. Killian looked down at the three drawers in the oak desk, going to the second one on instinct to pull it open and reveal a glass bottle of rum winking at him. He snatched it out of the desk, uncapping it and taking a long guzzle from it. He put the bottle back down, groaning as he rubbed his eyes.
"I'm good." With that, he took another long sip out of the bottle. He savoured its taste, desperate for it. He could hear a shuffle from behind the door into his bedroom, Killian looking up to see the door open and Nadri's head peer from behind the door shyly.
"I feel like I'm impersonating a raaviir." Nadri looked adorably worried, stepping out from behind the door to reveal her outfit to Killian. She was wearing a long-sleeved white shirt, the sleeves were quite wide and reach down to just below her wrists, decorated with a golden threaded band almost at the edges. Her deep red leather waist jacket had a deep v-neck that revealed her cleavage underneath, a big leather belt, which is held together by a large square buckle, sat above the waist line of her thin trousers.
"Too many layers." Nadri frowned at the jacket she was wearing, not used to wearing so much clothing. Her dress itself was only made from lace and thin cotton, the outfit she was wearing was already making her claustrophobic. "I'm not a fan of the colour. Red is…boziik."
"You look beautiful." Killian complimented her within an instant. "And I'm sorry, I don't keep a stack of purple clothes in my trunk." With the sarcastic comment; Nadri rolled her eyes playfully.
"Why not?" Nadri raised an eyebrow and Killian bellowed in laughter. He waved off her off and invited her to come and sit at his desk, the afternoon light streaming through the windows and casting a shadow along the room. He extended his hand, offering the bottle of rum. "Are you trying to get me intoxicated, Ruveyzen?" Nadri happily took the bottle from his hand, eyeing it suspiciously.
"We're celebrating us. We have been given a second chance at this life, Nadri. I don't want to waste any moments from here on out. I want to toast to the beautiful lass on my ship who fought by my side." Nadri coyly smiled, sipping apprehensively from the bottle and felt the liquor burn her throat.
"It still tastes disgusting." Nadri made a face, handing the bottle back to Killian. "But I'm glad to be sharing this disgusting drink with you, lokaal." Nadri rested a hand on his hook as he used his hand to knock the bottle back.
"You dare insult rum like that? You're lucky I love you, woman."