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Post by Killian Jones on Dec 23, 2012 4:39:05 GMT -5
Killian looked with disdain at the crowded market. It had been a long time since he had been to Aldeon. A very long time - in fact, centuries. Centuries he had been waiting. Alone. Waiting for the curse to be broken so he can finally get his revenge on the crocodile Rumpelstiltskin who took his love. His heart squeezed painfully at the thought of his lost Milah. It had been so long since he had loved someone. Both his Loves he had lost. What kind of man was he if he could not keep the ones he loved? If he could not protect and claim them as his? Worse then the demon, Rumpelstiltskin, he was. He deserved to die, and he knew it. These thoughts plagued him constantly, prevented him from sleeping properly and oh how he was tempted. But first, he must have his revenge. He would kill those who took his Loves from him. He would kill the crocodile. And though he was so, so tempted to kill the Prince that prevented him from being with Elle, he knew that would not bode well for her, so he would leave her be. He hoped she was happy. That was his silent prayer every night. That she was happy. Then also, a small inner voice, the cruel demon inside of him he tried desperately to shut up with rum and meaning-less sex, hoped she wasn’t happy. It hoped that she was just as lonely with out him as you was without him. He cringed at his own thinking and took a swig from his bottle of rum.
Now was not the time for these thoughts. He could not think of his Loves now. He could only think of his revenge. The curse had finally been broken and now was his golden opportunity. But he needed information, and that was what had led him to this crowded, noisy market filled with useless people going about their pointless lives. He had heard rumors, whispers, that when Rumpelstiltskin had returned, he had brought with him a girl, a girl that the crocodile loved – a weakness. One he intended to exploit. But first he needed to know who she was. He walked with confidence through the crowds, most people quickly moving out of his way, girls blushing at his winks.
He finally reached the stall he wanted. He lent against the side of it, absentmindedly fiddling with his hook, a smirk on his face as he watched the merchant trying to pick the pocket of a man while trying to sell him his jewelry. Always the ambitious one, that Bill Jukes, that's why he had wanted to leave the Jolly Roger crew to become a merchant. And Killian had let him, knowing he may come in handy one day.
“Jukes, give the poor lad back his money,” exclaimed Killian suddenly, making his presence known.
“Hook!” Exclaimed Jukes with glee, completely ignoring his disgruntled customer besides shooing him off absentmindedly, “It’s sure been a while!”
“Indeed, dear Jukes, but, and forgive my impatience, shall we get to business? I believe you have some information for me?” Killian said, reasonably happy to see the man, but not really wanting to have to bother with pleasantries.
“Yes, yes, of course, Capt’n!” mumbled Jukes as he approached Killian, “About this girl…”
Killian nodded eagerly as he listened to the information Jukes fed him.
Finally, he would get his revenge. But that would never bring back what he had lost.
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Post by Danielle Tremaine on Dec 23, 2012 5:12:23 GMT -5
 It was a strange feeling, the curse being lifted. It was as though Danielle had lived two lives during the course of her own, and now, being suddenly returned to the original of the two, came as a strange sort of melancholy shock. Yes, the Princess Cinderella was finally restored to her previous self, but, that was not exactly the position she particularly wished to be in. Her fairy tale had no happy ending, as far as she was concerned, and her life was now consumed with pleasing others, resigning to the fact she herself was never to be happy again. It all boiled down to that fateful day when she had made a deal with the dark one, Rumpelstiltskin, and hadn't given it a second thought, at the time. Now, as she had failed to complete her end of the bargain, she was left with nothing.
It was a beautiful day in the land of Aldeon as she perused the shops in the market place, simply biding her time for the next few days until her husband gathered enough food and supplies for their journey to their own kingdom. Until then, she was left on her own to explore this country, wishing she didn't have to return. Here, she had actually felt the slightest bit of happiness, left to her own devices for once. She could mingle with the others who had been transported here, like herself, and not worry about crowds fawning over her simply because of her title, assuming she had never experienced a day of unhappiness her entire life.
Wandering from booth to booth, she spotted a vendor selling jewels, and couldn't help but take a peek. Spotting a lovely blue jeweled necklace, she smiled slightly as she picked it up, letting the jewels hit the light, flickering beautiful sparkles as she did so. Looking up at the owner of the shop, smile still intact, she began to question him, "Excuse me sir, how much would...." She began, before her smile suddenly faded to a look of utter shock.
No, It couldn't be. Elle's eyes grew wide at the man standing across the stall from her, conversing casually with the shop owner. It was him, after all these years. The man she had loved so passionately, and who she was convinced she was never going to see again. She couldn't help but stare for a minute, unable to believe her own eyes. "Killian...?" She finally questioned, unsure of her own voice after the shock. "Is that really you?" She spoke with almost a laugh of utter disbelief.
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Post by Killian Jones on Dec 24, 2012 1:06:12 GMT -5
Killian listen animatedly as Jukes told him of the girl, Belle. Yes, Killian remembered her. He had tried to con information out of her. She had turned out to be quite useless – well, that was when he thought she was nothing more than Rumpelstiltskin’s maid; he would never have dreamed that she was the crocodile’s true love. A plan was already taking shape in Killian’s mind.
“So, do you know where they are now?” Killian asked rather impatiently, though trying to stay as casual as possible.
“Oh, well, um-“ Jukes started before being interrupted by a happy, chirpy voice.
Great, Killian thought, rolling his eyes, eyeing Jukes menacingly as he fumbled to decide whether to address his customer or keep talking to Killian.
Killian made the decision for him.
“Sorry love, I’m afraid this stall’s close-“ Killian began, confidence and fake charm oozing into his voice but he stopped dead when his eyes met the beauty who had interrupted.
Danielle.
It was her, his Danielle. His lost love – the princess he had been banished from seeing. But that was… impossible. He had been banished and she had been forbidden to see him. He had been sure he would never see her again. This couldn’t possibly be her.
But it was.
Her eyes, they were still the deep, endless blue her remembered. His own ocean, he used to call them. Her hair, still beautiful, winding golden curls. Every strand worth more to him than any pure gold every could.
“Killian…? Is that really you?” she stuttered in disbelief, her voice sparkling with as much music as he remembered. Though he did notice something different in the sound. She sounded slightly… broken. But her voice, every whisper from her lips sent shock waves down his spine and snapped him out of his daze.
“Elle.” He growled, a deep, passionate sound ripping from his throat as he walked quickly towards, wrapped his arm around her waist and used it to roughly pull her close to him and then before another whisper could be exchanged between them he kissed her. Her kissed her deeply, and with the passion of a thousand kisses, as if he was trying to make up for all the lost kisses never shared between them. He kissed her like she was the air he needed to live; he kissed her like his life depended on it. This kiss was not gentle. This kiss was not soft or sweet, like the first one they had shared. This kiss was pure, burning passion. He pulled back, realizing he may have frightened her. That was not what he wanted. He wanted her, he needed her, but he only wanted her happy and willing.
He was to deep in his own thoughts and emotions to notice if she had been protesting or not, but he just grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her unceremoniously to a small, empty alley way in the market.
When they reached the privacy of the alleyway, he dropped her wrist quickly; hopping his rough hands had not bruised her soft skin. She was so fragile. She was perfect. He would not leave her again this time; no prince or army could convince him to do so.
“Elle,” he breathed, “I’m so sorry.”
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Post by Danielle Tremaine on Dec 24, 2012 2:45:19 GMT -5
Elle could barely take another breath of disbelief before he was suddenly right there in front of her, pulling her close to him and placing a kiss on her lips unlike any she had ever experienced. Never before had she been kissed with such a passion, such a longing. She felt as though she could have died from utter happiness in that moment, she was almost close to tears. The shock of his presence hadn't even remotely worn off, as she kissed him with as much of a passion as he had her, wrapping her arm around his neck, pulling him as close to her as possible.
All the memories of years ago that she had tried her hardest to suppress all came flooding back in that single moment. She had forced herself to try and forget him, if only for her own mental health, but she knew in that moment, there was not a single instant she had forgotten. Every kiss, every whisper, every laugh, it was all there, and the desperation for which she wanted him back increased by the second.
Without a word of protest, Danielle followed his lead into the alleyway beside the markets, making sure to stay close even as he let go of her. "Sorry? Killian what would you ever have to say sorry for?" She shook her head at him, staring up into the deep blue eyes that almost matched her own. They were eyes she could, and had, gotten lost in for hours on end, but there was a strangely small difference in them now. There was something about him that had changed; not that she herself hadn't probably done the same in his eyes. It seemed like centuries ago they had been together, and yet, the memories were as clear as yesterday.
She desperately wanted to ask him, well, every question she could possibly think of. There were about a thousand or so just swimming about in her head at that very moment, and she wanted them all answered. "Where do we even begin?" She asked him with a small laugh, a genuine smile crossing her face, something that hadn't happened to Elle in a very, very long time, probably since the very last day she had seen him. He had an incredible way of bringing a smile to her face. "I want you to tell me absolutely everything. I don't want to miss a single, bloody detail, down to the last battle scene." She laughed again, bringing her face close to his and placing another kiss on his lips, completely unable to get enough of him. She had missed him for far too long, and would take full advantage of every moment she could possibly get.
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Post by Killian Jones on Dec 24, 2012 3:39:06 GMT -5
She shook her head at his apology, her blonde tresses moving with every swipe of her head, and met his gaze. He gazed at for a second, getting lost in the ocean that was her blue eyes, never breaking contact. He could not stand to waste a minute not looking at her. She was here. He thought he was never going to see her again, yet here she was, before him, just as glorious as before.
“For leaving you - for not putting up more of a fight, for not murdering that cad you call a husband and taking you away with me,” he answered, anger rising in his voice and he swallowed the lump in his throat to try and keep it in control, “I’m sorry that we were apart.” With that thought he took a step closer to her, wrapping his arms around her small waist again and bringing her closer to him.
"Where do we even begin?" she asked, and his heart clenched painfully at the beautiful smile that crossed her face. A smile for him. He could not help but smile in return. And not the fake smirk or grin that was now so often plastered on his face, but a real genuine grin.
“I want you to tell me absolutely everything. I don't want to miss a single, bloody detail, down to the last battle scene,” she said excitedly, but Killian looked away, shame flickering over his features.
Should he tell her of Milah? That once he left her he found another love? And could he tell her of what he had become once she had died? What his life was now? No. Sure, she usually enjoyed his stories of mischief and blood, and she hadn’t really seemed bothered by them, but he was no longer the Killian she had fell in love with. He was Captain Hook now.
He released her waist and took a step back.
“Well, my love, I decided to accessorise,” he joked with false humour, holding up his now Hook hand. He was not sure whether she had heard of what had happened. He doubted it, he was sure her husband would have kept all news of him reaching her ears. He wondered if his hook would repulse her. He wouldn’t blame her.
“But my tales of adventure are those for another time,” he said hurriedly, trying to change the subject, “I’m sure you, my dear, have a much more interesting story to tell that lead you to be wondering these markets like a common peasant! And alone, I might add! Anything could have happened to you!”
He shuddered at the thought of what horrors could have befouled one as lovely as she whilst travelling alone. His hand flinched slightly towards his sword. Oh, he would kill that cowardly husband of hers, leaving her alone and unprotected like this. He had thought that at least with him, she would be safe.
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Post by Danielle Tremaine on Dec 25, 2012 1:37:25 GMT -5
Danielle couldn't help but let out a small gasp as she saw his new hand, a look of horrified surprise crossing her face, not at him, of course, but at the idea of the pain it must have caused him. She had truly missed far too much in his life. "Killian! Who...who did that to you?" She whispered, brow furrowed, already hating the criminal with a passion.
She let out another light laugh, edged with a bit of sadness as she spoke. "Trust me when I say absolutely nothing of interest has happened in my life since you left it." Elle replied with a sigh. To her, this of course was the truth. To the average observer, it was as far from it as one could get. Sure, she could have explained the entirety of her double lives, being transported into Storybrooke, forgetting and finding her true identity, but still stuck in the same awful situation. "Well, nothing that I care about, anyway." Now that, of course, was the closest to the truth she would get to at the moment. "Let's just say for now that I forgot who exactly I was for a while, but never you." Yes, she may have forgotten his name in her cursed state, but never who he was and what they had together. It was her only bit of hope in Storybrooke that she might find him there.
She couldn't help but smile at his protective words. It seemed almost impossible that someone should actually care about her, especially someone like the man standing in front of her. "As for these markets, Thomas is off searching for a way home, or rather, a means for it at least. I told him I was sure to stay cooped up in the castle here." She replied with a roll of her eyes. Thomas had announced to her that was his mission for the next few days, but truly, she dreaded the idea of him ever actually finding a way home. She wished she could at least stay here for a while longer before trapping herself in that dreaded castle. "But I've found an easy way out. He would probably faint if he knew where I was at the moment, but honestly, I actually like wandering by myself here, gives me at least a moment of freedom." She explained wistfully, a faint smile on her face revealing the years of draining emotions spent on her husband. She was not the same young girl he had known before, so innocent, full of life and constant laughter. This Danielle was a much sadder and simpler woman, starved of any sort of excitement in her life.
"But what about you? Why aren't you out exploring the seas, romancing mermaids and finding buried treasures?" She exaggerated, teasing him playfully, a genuine smile crossing her face again, though her inner look of sadness never seemed to leave her face.
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Post by Killian Jones on Jan 13, 2013 22:16:15 GMT -5
"A demon crocodile took my hand," Killian spat, deciding not to mention Milah or reveal exactly who his crocodile is.
Killian quickly lowered his Hook and moved his arm beside his back, a bit ashamed of his love having to his mutilation.
Come on, Jones, since when are you ashamed of your Hook? You're Captain Hook now for goodness sake! he thought, trying to shake himself, but this woman, gods, this woman did crazy things to his head.
Every part of her enticed him her smell, her eyes, her smile, the way she holds herself, everything. Every part of him ached to have her again, but he knew he did not deserve her. Not after what his done, not after what he's become.
He listened intently as she vaguely told him of what had happened since their parting. He cursed inwardly. The curse, of course. He had forgotten that it was highly likely she had been taken by the curse. He had never hated that damn witch Regina and her mother Cora more. That curse was supposed to take the people to the worst place imaginable, where there were no happy endings. What must have his poor Elle have gone through?
"But what about you? Why aren't you out exploring the seas, romancing mermaids and finding buried treasures?" She asked him, but there was a sadness in her voice, and a lack of sparkle in her eyes that had not escaped him.
Something was wrong. She was not happy. He had left her in the knowledge that she may at least find happiness with her prince. But it seemed she was wrong. The bastard. Did he abuse her, abandon her, or worse? He cursed himself again for not keeping tabs on her. When he had been forced to leave, he had cut all ties with her and the kingdom, refusing to listen to any news or travel anywhere near it again, lest the he feel that terrible pain that drowned his heart again.
He decided to ignore her question, still not ready to tell her of... of Milah, or what he had become, about how is life had become focused solely on revenge. He just wanted to see her sparkle again. He just wanted to claim her as his once more and not let that cod prince of hers take her away again.
She gently grabbed her chin with his good hand and pulled her closer to him with his hooked hand. He hovered his mouth of hers, but then lent back a bit to look into her eyes.
"Why are you so sad, pet? What has life dealt you to take away your sparkle, hm?" he gazed into her eyes again, and, no longer able to resist her beauty, planted another searing kiss on her lips, his hand snake up into her hair but he pulled her back before the continued. He would take her here like some common bar wench. Then an idea struck him.
"Elle, my love, you are no longer happy with your prince? If so, then do not make me leave you for him again. Come away with me, my ship is docked, we shall sail to wherever you wish, we will be happy," his voice faltered at the end. He knew he didn't deserve her, he knew he wasn't the knight in shining armor she deserved, but he knew he could make her happy. But would she dare run away with him? Dare abandon her prince? |
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Post by Danielle Tremaine on Jan 16, 2013 15:35:59 GMT -5
Danielle cringed at his words, but not in horror of his hook, more of the thought of his pain. "A crocodile? Oh Killian, that's horrible." She commiserated as she took a finger and carefully ran over the edge of his new, metal appendage. She couldn't help but wonder the story behind this, and could only hope that one day, in the near future, he'd be willing to tell her absolutely everything that had passed since they'd last seen one another. Her husband had forbidden any news of him to enter the castle, let alone reach her ears, in fear of his princess leaving him once and for all. She had been desperate for any news of him, and never gave up trying her best to get her servants in the castle to find any news of him they could. But, her searches were always in vain.
"It's taken away all that I love and left me very much alone." She said with a sigh. Alone would have to be the perfect word for her situation. Her husband forbade her from having any romantic attachments of her own, while he paraded around with her very own step sister in public, causing her nothing but shame. The public saw her as a tragic and beloved heroine, but, she had no one of her own station she could commiserate with. "Loneliness doesn't become me, I suppose." She said with ever so slight a smile.
Danielle couldn't help but let out a small laugh. Not a happy one, of course, but one more of irony. "It's been a very long time since I've been happy with my prince." She muttered under her breath, looking away as she thought of the years and years she had spent now in this unhappy marriage, unable to get away. "You should be the first to know that." She added, turning her face back towards his with a small smile, this time her thoughts drifted on those months they had spent together, a long time ago now, that were the happiest she could possibly remember.
Elle closed her eyes as he kissed her again, taking in a deep breath as his kiss expressed his longing for her that equally matched her own. Now this was the moment she had never wanted to end. She hadn't been kissed this way in years, and her longing for him only increased with every second that passed. At least that was one thing that hadn't changed a bit. She leaned forward into him as he pulled away from her, not wanting this to end, keeping her face close to his as he spoke, her eyes never leaving his.
"But, oh, that sounds too good to be tru--." She began, tears of happiness at the idea ever so slightly welling up in her eyes. To be rid of her practical imprisonment forever, her loveless marriage, her awful step sister, and to be sailing the ocean as a free woman along side the man she passionately loved. But, then, her happy thoughts suddenly vanished as she remembered. "but of course it is." She continued, cutting herself off. There was no running away from her current state of misery, she was forever stuck in this position after that fateful decision of double crossing the Dark One. "I can't. It's not safe. For either of us. Especially you. I couldn't let anything ever happen to you because of me, I ---" She faltered, unable to handle the thought of losing him again, but knowing full well it was the only choice. She couldn't let Rumplestilksin hurt him, and she knew the decisions she had made would haunt her forever. She could never forget his words, cursing her to a life of ruin. She wouldn't let him hurt Killian too, that would be too awful to bare. "I've never wanted anything more in my entire life, please, believe me on this, but ---" She furrowed her brow, staring up at him in desperation. "Killian, I'm cursed." She said quietly in a warning tone.
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