Killian believes that rum is the solution (apirateshonor) wrote in welcomethreads, @ 2013-08-17 21:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | isabela, killian jones / captain hook |
We All Have Our Tales
Who: Killian Jones/Hook & Isabela
What: It's Isabela's turn to tell her tale.
Where: The Siren's Call
When: Late Saturday Night, August 17
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete
The days were getting cooler and the nights even more so. Out on the water it was even cooler than in town, but Hook and Isabela were determined to stick it out on their ships for as long as possible. It was bad enough that they could sail away for warmer waters; neither one was ready to give up the freedom of their ships just yet. Despite not being able to take their ships out, there was still a quiet, peaceful stillness to be found just by being on the water even if they were docked. There was a peace to be found in the smell of the sea, in the sound of the waves gently breaking as the night breeze stirred them, and the gentle rocking of the ship itself. Though he had not expected it there was a peace to be found with the woman he was currently in bed with. She was like the sea and not just because she smelled of it though that certainly had it's appeal. She reminded him of it with her fiery and feisty personality. The sea could be a harsh mistress with it's rough seas and was not for every man to make a life of and he had found Isabela to be much the same way. He did enjoy a challenge and life around Isabela was never boring despite how tame and boring Storybrooke had been of late. She was more than a pirate queen. She was the embodiment of the sea itself and Killian couldn't help but find that appealing. It had been a long time since he had felt any kind of peace. Every waking moment all he had known was the pain of the loss of Milah caused him and that only fueled his need for revenge on Rumplestiltskin and to make him feel the same pain. With the uneasy truce they had made when they had tried to save Henry and then found themselves stuck her, it had ate at him at what he was do now. Then Isabela had walked into his life and oddly enough he felt a kind of calm when he was with her. He had not cared about anyone other than himself in so long that it seemed when he actually remembered he could that it had opened a flood gate. He had not planned on caring for his fellow pirate but found himself unable not to and he knew that he shouldn't. It wasn't safe for him to fall for another or to have her do the same. Not only that there was Isabela herself. Any feelings he may or may not be developing for her would not be welcome. There was a story there to be told explaining why much like he had but he had yet to hear it and he knew Isabela enough to know not to push. She would tell him when she was ready. Slipping out of the bed, he pulled his leather pants back on but left them unfastened before walking across the floor of the cabin to Isabela's desk were a bottom of rum sat. The wood of the floor was cool beneath his feet reminding him that winter was coming. That alone called for a drink. Grabbing the bottle of rum, Hook was headed back for Isabela's bed when he stepped on something that they had knocked off during their earlier activities. Setting the bottle back down, he bent over to picked the trinket up. |