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@ 2016-03-26 19:35:00

Who: Regina & Dark!Hook
What: Killian comes by to try to talk his darling into his plan, and she attempts to lock him in a magic urn
When: Tonight
Where: Regina's house
Rating/Warnings: Mostly low - some Dark One crazy
Status: Complete

Things were going splendidly, weren’t they? A whole plan unrolling like a red carpet, with perfect precision. And he had them all in his head, Killian did - every voice of the past, every whisper of previous Dark Ones. Not only Rumpelstiltskin, but Zoso (who ultimately grew too soft to host the Darkness, tricking the infamous wool-spinner into stabbing him with the dagger to transfer the curse) and Gorgon the Invincible, a human with the ability to turn into a fire-breathing Bandersnatch. He had many tidbits of wisdom to share.

The only way to stop is to be stopped. This is the fate of all Dark Ones.

Then there was Nimue, arguably the loudest - the original Dark One, such power she wielded, such immortality. It was her who insisted that there’s always a loophole for the Dark One and that if the current host made work of casting a certain purple-clouded curse the lands would be theirs to take over and control. They would dominate, a whole world shrouded in the umbra and gloominess they thrived off of and were one with.

That curse would transport them away from here - and the potion he’d been concocting to add to the bubbling cauldron of ingredients, with dragon’s scales and wolf’s blood (not the fake shite, that was almost insulting people thought he wouldn’t notice), ensured that a memory-wiping component would be part of the final product. Except there was an antidote he wanted to make for Regina - so she could be his dark queen, and they would be back to what they knew best.

Nimue didn’t push him too much - she was biding her time when it came to the essential ingredient, which was the heart of the one you love the most. He obviously had to take that heart from his sister, but she was waiting and watching with those glittering eyes of hers, sunk into her scaly face, in Killian’s peripherals.

When he went to Regina’s that night though, he pushed Nimue’s presence and the others to the back of his mind. The puff of crimson smoke announced his presence, and he decided to lie across her sofa and make himself comfortable. Surely she’d be in soon enough.

And she was, sooner than expected. The jiggle of the knob, the creek of the door, the sound of heeled boots against the floor. It’d been another night of searching and tracking, and another night that had ended with nothing. Kenzi made contact, but briefly. Perhaps if she sent a text threatening to stick her feet into a peanutbutter jar to sell it for profit, she would have gotten a response back too. But no, she didn’t really think so.

Regina had dreamt more, none of it spelling out anything particularly hopeful (surprise, surprise). Emma hoped to eradicate the darkness by using Zelena as the vessel, saving both she and Killian, but Captain Dark One had other plans fueled by resentment and anger and had lost all sense of sanity. All sense of self, even, because there was the entire plot of ‘I’m going to throw a temper tantrum and unleash all the Dark Ones ever’ and going against the woman he claimed to love.

It didn’t bode well for what his intentions could be here, and she learned to expect the worst.

There were no lights at first. Silence greeted her, and so did a certain feeling. Instincts, maybe? An odd sense of magnetism in the presence of something otherworldly, something dark, and it wasn’t until she flipped the switch in the living room that her suspicions were confirmed. Illumination revealed the man on the couch, and let’s say Regina didn’t look terribly surprised.

Make no mistake, her stomach tumbled. Flipped and lurched, a stubborn knot ever present in her throat, but she’d done the rodeo with a Dark One before and she could stand her ground now - she knew the game, the manipulation, the power. That pesky thing called a heart didn’t need to get in the way of this confrontation.

Regina almost wished she’d ripped it out and put it aside to make it easier.

“I don’t remember giving you a key to my place quite yet, darling,” she grumbled, sardonically, and strutted over to the ivory cabinet in the living room - it was meant to be used for company and stored vintage wine and clean glasses. Even with everything that had happened, with him literally being ripped away from her and cursed, Regina had always been a firm believer of putting up a certain appearance; merlot lips, an ebony dress that zipped on the side, that spritz of perfume he so loved, and the lone band around her neck. “If you tell me where the hell you’ve been, I’ll pour you a glass.”

Killian loved her too, he did - he loved her in a different way than Kenzi, obviously, but he just didn’t realise yet. Or if he did, it was overshadowed by all that power surging beneath his skin and with every beat of his immortal, blackened heart. And even if he had realised, it wouldn’t be enough to save them - sometimes love wasn’t enough by itself (especially when power blinded you) which was something many in their world had yet to understand. A stark truth, but an important one.

But he was here because he was Regina’s partner in all things, in all ways - and he wanted to take these next steps with her too. She simply had to see reason.

“Don’t need a key,” he responded blithely, stretching on the sofa, those sleek and graceful panther limbs. “That’s the beauty, hm? But, oh, I don’t know - “

That dress really did hug her figure nicely. Most of Regina’s frocks did, he had to hand it to her. “I’ve mostly been making plans. And finding new hobbies - it’s so very quiet when all the world is asleep and snug in their beds.” Rumple spun straw into gold in his spare time, Emma made dreamcatchers - what would Killian do? Murder and mayhem, probably. That completely counted as a hobby.

Killian had such away of dancing around a direct answer, didn’t he? As little details as possible. Perhaps not a lie but a lot of truth was being omitted in reference to those ‘plans’ and ‘new hobbies.’ It was an aged Cabernet Sauvignon that went into the glasses, two of them, the color closer to an indigo than an actual red - and the flavor was tart, a little bittersweet.

Perfect for the moment.

There was a deep breath she inhaled, it almost felt like needles in her lungs, but she turned to face the darkly-clad human feline on her cushions. The very ones they christened. “I’m guessing you were simply so occupied with whatever plot you’ve got cooking that things like brushing your hair escaped your attention?”

Oh, Regina noticed. He looked like hell - a little worn, a little crazed - and it felt as if someone was took a blade dipped in venom, pierced her heart and twisted it slowly. Regardless, she approached him with grace and with both drinks in hand. “Get your shoes off my upholstery, Captain, unless you plan on spot cleaning.”

The reason he looked like hell was because he didn’t sleep - didn’t take care of himself at all, really, because all he needed was the darkness. It energised him, kept him going, was like a double shot of espresso straight to his veins. But to Killian, his looks were the least of his concerns - most everything was, except getting what they all wanted.

With exaggerated movements, to oblige Regina so charmingly, he sat up and let his feet touch the floor rather than her upholstery. Then he just stood, and with a twist of his good hand the wine glass she’d poured for him appeared there in his grasp - he knocked back the contents like the delicate crystal was filled with water, and nothing alcoholic. Just a few glugs and it was done. He even set the empty glass down, stepping closer to his lovely queen.

“I don’t know why you lot are so concerned. I’m here, I’m alright, I can handle being on Dark One life support thanks to Swan. It’s not like I’m after her or her family now, that’s not it,” he paced, the dramatic motions of his arms when he had an ‘epiphany’ more Rumple’s influence than Killian himself. “Oh, but! I’m rather tired of this place fucking with us, aren’t you?”

All of this was wrong. The way he moved, the way he talked, everything about him, and Regina couldn’t let a flicker of sadness alter that steely resolve. Killian’s visit was with a purpose. It tied to whatever plan he was brewing in that twisted mind of his but, oh, don’t worry, she had one to enact on her own - in due time.

A calm sip of her wine came first, and then she set it down so she could get close. Hopefully to stop all those flourishes of his hands too, and she put her hands on his neck. On the spot that had bled. There was nothing there now. Just unmarred skin that she gently stroked. “You were sucked up into a blackhole of darkness, Killian, of course I’m tired of this place fucking with us,” she sighed. “I missed you.”

No lies. It was the simple truth, despite the intention to trick behind it.

He may look like shit run over twice, but rest assured that mind was still going - at about a million miles an hour, really, the crafty host for the darkness that Killian was right now. So while he was suspicious, he would also remain open to the idea that Regina would see things his way. That’d she’d go along with his plan because it was truly what was best for all of them - and she’d be much happier in the long run, wouldn’t she?

“I’m here now,” he purred, a promise that he could keep. Both arms went around her, his good hand falling to stroke down the back of her dress and rest on that posterior of hers, shifting closer with lips just mere centimeters away from her own. “This doesn’t have to be awful, you know. Perhaps it’s all just...meant to be. We can make the best of it.”

Ominous, maybe. But he would rather be with her than against her - it was different with Emma. With Swan, he wanted to make her ache like he did, for what she’d done.

It was the thrill of danger that ripped through her spine, because she knew herself - knew that there was always the lure to the darkest parts of the heart, where selfishness ran rampant and the thirst for power was never quenched. Such a thing was the eternal struggle of the queen that did her best to undo all she’d done, make amends and embark on path of redemption for the happiness she’d always wanted. But she was only human; all she could do was recognize those demons and tame them. No matter how intriguing his offer sounded.

Whatever it really meant, anyway, and he was playing those cards rather close, wasn’t he? Killian wasn’t stupid. He was testing the waters, gauging for a reaction that would set his alarms, and she had to make sure to play her cards just a tad smarter.

But the attraction, the connection, wasn’t something that needed to be faked - it was as real as they were, and Regina slipped those soft hands up his shirt. Scarlet lips swayed a little closer, almost for a kiss that’d smear the color on both their faces, but there wasn’t contact. “I can’t agree to something blindly,” she whispered. “You have to trust me enough to tell me. I have Henry. You know I have to make sure no matter what happens, whatever we do, he’s safe.”

Below their very feet and beneath the layer of earth was her crypt of magics, all things enchanted and charmed, potions and bobs - and the urn Hans left behind. He thought it’d come in handy one day. Today was that day.

“He can come with us,” Killian insisted, eyes falling to half-mast. The soothing touch of a woman, this woman (he wanted no other) had a tendency to send sparks crackling through him - much like the most dangerous of all magics, it sizzled beneath his skin. He had been feeling chilled but Regina was warming him up.

There, in the corner, lurked Nimue. Glaring, her cold and calculating store boring holes through the Captain’s skull. Better than seeing Rumple the scaly demon though - and he’d seen enough of that one for awhile.

He shifted his gaze from the apparition that only appeared to him, then back to Regina. “It’ll be like when you gave everyone a new life - only there will be no Savior to interfere this time. We can start over, and we won’t be fucked with again. Well...” Pressing her closer, he closed the gap to nuzzle at the corner of her ripened mouth, “...I might want to fuck you a little, but that’s merely for recreational, fun purposes.”

Oh, how sweet. Nimue glided closer too, watching and waiting. But you can’t trust her. You know how soft she’s gone.

It’ll be like when you gave everyone a new life. What a description to almost justify something as devastating as the dark curse that transported an entire realm to a place where magic shouldn’t exist - the very curse that cost the heart of what Regina had loved the most. Her father.

You can’t -

Her face remained unchanged, but the difference could be seen in those sable eyes that looked at him with some kind of emotion - love, even. Sadness too. Because the Dark One had destroyed the both of them there; Milah’s death, turning her into a vengeful shell of the princess she once used to be, and look at what it was turning him into here.

“A new life, then,” she repeated, the tone hinting that she seemed to agree with the offer. Regina tasted him with the smallest of kisses, pushing him towards the couch with her body. “Henry and Kenzi, you and me? Our own happy ending?”

“Oh, aye, exactly that,” Killian rumbled, taking smooth steps back as Regina urged him back. He fell onto the sofa, pulling her into his lap - his grip was possessive, and he didn’t seem to care that the others were watching. They were always there, to some extent, sometimes quiet and then other times they had something to say. But they’d fuck off during the more private moments if they knew what was good for them.

The mention of Kenzi brought almost a tinge of regret to his dead, soulless eyes - such a shame he’d have to take her heart to cast the curse, but remember what Nimue said? About loopholes? Thus, he would figure something out to bring her back. Maybe find another heart for her, from someone who wasn’t using theirs.

Surely Emma didn’t need her True Love-filled squishy soul anymore.

“It sounds good, doesn’t it?” he grinned madly, before nuzzling into the warm and comforting home of queenly bosom. “And we won’t be powerless.”

And there she went, thighs parting as she settled on his lap oh-so comfortably, and the dress naturally hiked up her thighs and revealed skin, more of it. Even a glimpse of lacy underthings. “Maybe,” she chuckled, her mouth widened into something wicked - a look only the evil queen wore at the promise of everything she’d ever wanted. Power, her own happiness, nothing to ruin it. A world of their own.

Regina knew what she had to do now, more than ever.

“I’ll follow you to any world, wherever you go,” she whispered against his lips, and for encouragement, she took his hands and planted them exactly where she wanted them - her ass - while she thrust her hips into his, like they could transcend their clothes and fuck right then and there. That’s when Regina kissed him too, passionate, as if the world around them could turn into dust and leave nothing left.

I should have taken this from you, was all she could think, and a hand strayed away, ready to summon a certain thing.

Magic had a distinct feel to it, a distinct aroma. Part of why Regina’s place was so appealing was because of what lay there in wait, all those glorious trinkets. Killian could sense it, her summoning - it was practically a zing in the air to him, one of those jolts that preceded a ripple and change in the atmosphere, for how brief of a time.

She wants to lock us away, was the indignant hiss from Nimue. The show was even enough to drag Rumple out to play, that imp beginning to clap his hands with joy where Killian could see, in his mind’s eye.

He broke that deep and passionate connection, another smile pulling on the edges of his kiss-swollen lips. “Too slow,” he murmured apologetically, and that urn was summoned. However, as soon as it was, it turned to dust.

Poof. Scattered remains all on Regina’s sofa.

“But a good effort, love.” A dangerous seductress, she was - Killian appreciated it. “Now, if we’re about finished here, I’ll just be going. Next time just plow me with wine, that ought to be more fun at least.”

Not like he used the door to leave. No, Killian’s entrance was heralded by a puff of smoke and his exit was very much the same.

Ah, but seduction was a game between the Captain and Queen over yonder, during their more villainous years in the Enchanted Forest. It didn’t feel right to play that card here, not when there was actually something there between them - feelings that made being with him worth everything and feelings that felt like knife wounds knowing that was happening to him.

Even with her plan foiled, Regina didn’t want him to leave but in a blink he was gone, and in that very same blink her vision blurred - warm tears, that thickness in her throat still there. Ashes of the urn everywhere.

Always making a mess of her place, wasn’t he?

Dress pulled back down and proper, she rose from the couch and snatched her glass of wine. Perhaps she failed and he was still out here, still free, but she at least knew the extent of his plan - and exactly what he needed for it. Regina had to take her victories where she could at this point in the game.

Even if it broke her heart.

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