тιnĸerвell (trybelieving) wrote in demoniumic, @ 2014-12-01 20:28:00 |
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For a while, things were so quiet for her in the City that Tinkerbell started to believe they could continue to be that way. The decision to pick up where they left off with Hook had been hers, but she hadn't expected the vampire to become so destructive just to get a reaction out of her. She should have, if she allowed herself to dwell on it. He was arguably more selfish in this world than he was before, having spent enough years of living on his own for his self-loathing to be at an all time high. Immortality had extended his suffering, she knew it had, but she also couldn't bear the thought of letting him die slowly and painfully when there was more than enough magic in this world for her to save him. If there was even a chance that he'll be able to pull himself out of the darkness after this, then she had to try. It took time just to get everything together, but she found the resources she needed tucked away in Regina's vault and set up shop in the captain's quarters. The small table near his bed provided enough space for her to do her work while he slept, an invisible barrier already up to protect the items that were spread out in front of her. He hasn't made it easy to help him, but where she should have found that discouraging, Tink tended to think just the opposite; Killian Jones has never made anything easier for her. All of the energy he's directed toward sending her and Tatia away while they worked toward a solution only proved to her that he wasn't ready to give up yet. And even better, it had the added bonus of wearing him down enough to get him to sleep while Tatia was off trying to acquire a cure. In a city where they had an endless supply of possibilities, they should have been able to find something that would do the impossible and restore his health. Tink was starting to think she was on to something here with her magic, too. The potion that was sitting in front of her started to take on a faint glow as she crushed the last few ingredients to be added, so focused on the mortal and pestle in front of her that she barely noticed the sound of the pirate starting to stir. When his groans grew too loud to be ignored, she set down the potion and stepped over toward his bed, watching him silently while she tried to decide whether to wake him or allow him to continue on that way. He might have worn the darkness over his heart like a badge of honor, but if she thought about the man who she used to know and the creature who he'd become, they weren't that different. It hurt her to see him in pain, even if he'd never believe she cared enough to allow herself to feel something for him. "It won't be long, Killian," she whispered, knowing it was true no matter which way this went. If they didn't find something, then he didn't have much time left. She turned her back to him because it was easier than watching him suffer, even if it did nothing to stop her from hearing him. There wasn't time her to stand around and feel sorry for him, especially not when she could have been saving his life. If this potion didn't work, she'd have to start over - and she didn't think he had enough time left for that. |