a most distinguished rapscallion

[Follows/ likes from zoe19blink] Kilian Jones: the blackhearted scoundrel, the bloodthirsty captain, feared throughout the infinite realms. Charming as a snake, and just as menacing, a true gentleman. RULES: no explicit NSFW; and no Captain Swanning. Will RP with all characters, crossover included, but not romantically with any Emma's. SPECIAL MENTION OTP: Captain Wolf.

[atemyboyfriend]

( alright, loves. i haven’t written anything in 2 years but … who’s still around? i want to come back. 🥺

discord is below. i’m going to make an effort to be somewhat social while i continue to try to get my life in order. but man do i miss writing.

might still be a bit because life is hectic af, but i have intentions. )

[amostdistinguishedrapscallion]

@atemyboyfriend​ bruh, as soon as you are up and writing, let me know, i am truly hurting for some cw content with someone who knows wtf they’re doing

[atemyboyfriend]

( alright, loves. i haven’t written anything in 2 years but … who’s still around? i want to come back. 🥺

discord is below. i’m going to make an effort to be somewhat social while i continue to try to get my life in order. but man do i miss writing.

might still be a bit because life is hectic af, but i have intentions. )

[amostdistinguishedrapscallion]

cough--i’m still around--cough, cough--i miss writing with you--cough

[amostdistinguishedrapscallion]

Yo.

So..... it’s been 84 years, but if anyone is still alive in this corner of Tumblr and wants to write with a reasonably talented individual...like, I’ll keep my eye out, but there’s me in the meantime. 

So, y’know.

eh?

[atemyboyfriend]

amostdistinguishedrapscallion‌:

A smile tugged at his lips. “Quiet, you,” he murmured back. “You’re supposed to be asleep.”

At the stairs, Killian shifted her in his arms, holding her closer to keep his grip. Her breath–tickling his skin, fluttering like soft feathers–became a rhythm to which he kept pace: inhale, take a step, exhale, take a step. He ascended slowly and carefully, making good on his word to not drop her.

He nudged the bedroom door open with his foot, wide enough to let the light from the hallway in to light his path as he moved across the room. Bending slightly, he poured her onto her side of the bed; then used his hook to pull the blanket over her. 

“ ’Night, love,” Killian whispered, and pressed a kiss to her forehead. Now that he’d gotten Ruby to bed, his own exhaustion was more apparent. His eyelids dragged as he stumbled over to his own side, sinking onto the mattress with a contented sigh. Eyes shut, he reached for her hand, lightly lacing his fingers with hers, and drew her arm acrosst his chest. 

🐾

          Before she’d been afforded the opportunity to cuddle up to him, his hand sought out hers, pressing their entwined fingers to his chest. Smiling to herself, she turned onto her side and sidled up close to him, the steady beat of his heart lulling her back to sleep.

          When she awoke, the sunlight peeked through the blinds, casting its rays across closed eyelids. With a sigh, she stretched her legs, realizing her only movement throughout the night was to kick off the blanket he’d so diligently draped across her ( her own higher body temperature coupled with the warmth of the sleeping pirate beside her making her feel hot, as it so often did ).

          Gently, she disentangled her fingers from his and slid soundlessly from the comfort of the bed. Stretching her arms over her head to release the few remaining knots in her shoulders, she padded barefoot to the small kitchenette and set about making coffee and breakfast. She was no cook, but Ruby could manage the basics: some eggs, toast and sausage links.

          Hearing him stir, she glanced over her shoulder. ❝ Don’t get up. Breakfast in bed, ❞ she chided groggily, having no desire to move from the comfort of the bed and his warmth once food was ready.

[amostdistinguishedrapscallion]

He woke to the familiar sounds of pots and pans and movement in the kitchen. Raking a hand through his tousled hair, Killian sat up, frowning as the rest of the woken world caught up to him. The sunlight drifted through the window, lighting the room, and the scents of freshly brewed coffee and cooked food wafted through the air, coming together in an atmosphere of domestic bliss. Stretching his arms, he shifted, preparing to meet Ruby downstairs, when her voice called out orders for him to stay put.

He grinned, falling back onto the bed with a relaxed sigh. Breakfast in bed, she said: a promising phrase, and one he wished she would use more often. Ruby had few culinary skills, but between her time at the diner and her absolute refusal to let him make mackerel at nine in the morning, she had developed a knack for breakfast. Better still, it heralded a lazy morning together.

He heard her footsteps and cracked an eye open, a smile spreading on his face when he saw her standing in the doorway, tray in hand. “Mmm, there you are, love,” he murmured, his voice still hoarse from the early hour. “I was starting to get worried about you.”

[atemyboyfriend]

amostdistinguishedrapscallion‌:

Killian held up his glass, smiling as he clink!ed it against Ruby’s. The alcohol left a pleasant burn down his throat, warming him from the inside out, and he exhaled in appreciation. Her words seemed to echo as he turned them over in his mind: You don’t have to leave. It could be wishful thinking on his part, but he thought he detected a ribbon of hope threaded in her voice.

“I don’t have to,” Killian agreed, picking up the bottle of rum and pretending to examine the label. “Not even sure I should. Half my crew is lost, and Smee’s far too fond of his…” He lifted his head, frowning as he tried to remember the term. “Talking device.” 

Now that he was making excuses, he was increasingly aware of his reluctance. He didn’t have a reason to stay…but he didn’t have a reason to leave, either, did he? Vengeance on the Dark One had been Killian’s sole motivation for the past two hundred years, that had driven him from coast to coast and all over the realms. But after they allied themselves to survive Neverland, it had been rendered redundant, pointless. 

“I don’t know what to do,” Killian mused. He turned, looking at Ruby with a searching gaze, as though somehow he could find wisdom or clarity in the depths of those beautiful green eyes. Giving up the hunt for the crocodile had left him without a purpose, and now he just felt… “Lost,” he realized, a small frown creasing his brow as the word sank to the pit of his stomach with a devastating certainty. “Like a ship drifting nowhere, and not even a whisper of a breeze.”

🐾

          Brows knitted together, an empathetic pang tightening her chest. Without thought, she reached for his hand and took the bottle, setting it down on the table before circling slender digits around calloused ones by way of offering comfort that the drink could not. ❝ I … really wish I had an answer for you, ❞ she started, a melancholy smile on her lips. ❝ I know how lost I was when the curse first broke, ❞ how lost she still was, ❝ and the only way I got myself through all my overthinking was to look at it as a chance to start over. ❞

          Even with the hope of starting anew, Ruby realized just how stuck she’d been —- long before the curse had been cast, caught in a perpetual loop of self-loathing and grief. There was, undoubtedly, more out there for her, but the she-wolf hadn’t been able to find it —- or convince herself that she was worth of anything more than what she already had ( and even that —- the love and friendship of those closest to her —- she didn’t believe she deserved ).

          Fingers gentle squeezed his palm, still lingering in his hand as though the touch might serve as an anchor. Or, perhaps, a silent plea, echoing her desire that he stay. ❝ Is that a chance you want to take? ❞ Unconsciously, her thumb began caressing his knuckles, sweeping slow, soothing circles across his skin. ❝ You could go back, try to fill your days with familiarity … or you could find something new —- whatever that may be. ❞

          Hypocritical, as usual. For all the wisdom Ruby was prone to dishing out, she hadn’t the forethought to take any of her own words to heart.

[amostdistinguishedrapscallion]

Her hand was smaller than his; smoother, graced with a gentle warmth; and delicate fingers that pressed against his to send a wordless message that he almost understood. 

He opened his hand slowly, carefully; catching the ends of her fingers in his own grip. “Do you know,” he said, his voice quiet and thoughtful, “not once...in all these centuries, not once...have I ever felt a moment of peace or contentment.” He shook his head, smiling bitterly. “My days have been empty for as long as I can remember. Revenge didn’t fill them: if anything, it made them emptier.”

It turned his life into an endless wasteland, with nothing but festering hatred and grief in his heart. He told himself it made him stronger; but it only made him cruel and miserable. Why would he want to return to life like that when he had--as Ruby said--a chance to start over?

“I think I might stay,” Killian heard himself say. Surprised at himself, he blinked, and looked up. “For a bit,” he added, somewhat stammering. “I-I might stay for a bit.”

[atemyboyfriend]

@amostdistinguishedrapscallion ( continued from here )

Killian blearily rubbed his eyes as the credits rolled, stretching out his cramped legs with a little groan. He had drifted off in the last half hour and hadn’t the foggiest idea how the movie ended, but he didn’t care: all he wanted to do was put his head on a soft pillow and sleep.

He glanced sideways, shifting carefully so as not to disturb the sleeping she-wolf, whose head was nestled against his shoulder. She was breathing so peacefully, he was reluctant to wake her. Killian smiled faintly, drawing his finger around a ribbon of dark hair. “You’re exhausted, aren’t you, love?” he murmured. “Poor thing…”

Taking a throw pillow from the side, he tucked it under her head and eased his shoulder away to free himself. Ruby stirred slightly, a small frown creasing her brow, but her eyes remained closed. Killian straightened, grimacing as he stretched his cramped muscles, a few bones cracking in the process.

“In the morning, we’re going to discuss a new couch,” he muttered, bending down to cradle Ruby in his arms. One went under her legs; the other under her shoulders, with the small of her back resting on his forearms to avoid his hook. Even in sleep, Ruby seemed to sense his movements: her arms looped around his neck, her head once again nuzzling his shoulder. Killian flicked his gaze toward the stairs, then back at Ruby.

“Don’t worry, darlin’. I may have had a few, but–” he stepped over a pile of blankets in his path– “I promise not to drop you.”

🐾

          Sleep often eluded Ruby, thoughts —- memories —- keeping her mind preoccupied and preventing her from indulging in the notion of slumber. Though the sound of the movie providing background noise had helped, it was the low thrum of Killian’s heartbeat —- steady, seemingly unwavering —- that had lulled her to sleep. There was safety in the slow lub dub of the organ, reminding her that despite the pain of the past, there was a future to hold on to.

          It was only when she felt the shift that she stirred, nose crinkling in half-conscious annoyance as she snuggled the side of her face into the pillow —- which, after a moment of processing, she decided was not Killian. The movement that followed, his arms slipping under her legs as he lifted her from the couch, pushed the last remaining remnants of sleep from her subconscious and forced her ( partially ) awake, her own arms circling around his neck to brace herself for the trek towards the bed.

          ❝ If you drop me, I swear … ❞ she muttered, and were it not for the exhaustion touching her tone, it might have seemed threatening.

[amostdistinguishedrapscallion]

A smile tugged at his lips. “Quiet, you,” he murmured back. “You’re supposed to be asleep.”

At the stairs, Killian shifted her in his arms, holding her closer to keep his grip. Her breath--tickling his skin, fluttering like soft feathers--became a rhythm to which he kept pace: inhale, take a step, exhale, take a step. He ascended slowly and carefully, making good on his word to not drop her.

He nudged the bedroom door open with his foot, wide enough to let the light from the hallway in to light his path as he moved across the room. Bending slightly, he poured her onto her side of the bed; then used his hook to pull the blanket over her. 

“ ’Night, love,” Killian whispered, and pressed a kiss to her forehead. Now that he’d gotten Ruby to bed, his own exhaustion was more apparent. His eyelids dragged as he stumbled over to his own side, sinking onto the mattress with a contented sigh. Eyes shut, he reached for her hand, lightly lacing his fingers with hers, and drew her arm acrosst his chest. 

[amostdistinguishedrapscallion]

Carry (killian carrying ruby, not the other way around xD)

Killian blearily rubbed his eyes as the credits rolled, stretching out his cramped legs with a little groan. He had drifted off in the last half hour and hadn’t the foggiest idea how the movie ended, but he didn’t care: all he wanted to do was put his head on a soft pillow and sleep.

He glanced sideways, shifting carefully so as not to disturb the sleeping she-wolf, whose head was nestled against his shoulder. She was breathing so peacefully, he was reluctant to wake her. Killian smiled faintly, drawing his finger around a ribbon of dark hair. “You’re exhausted, aren’t you, love?” he murmured. “Poor thing...”

Taking a throw pillow from the side, he tucked it under her head and eased his shoulder away to free himself. Ruby stirred slightly, a small frown creasing her brow, but her eyes remained closed. Killian straightened, grimacing as he stretched his cramped muscles, a few bones cracking in the process. 

“In the morning, we’re going to discuss a new couch,” he muttered, bending down to cradle Ruby in his arms. One went under her legs; the other under her shoulders, with the small of her back resting on his forearms to avoid his hook. Even in sleep, Ruby seemed to sense his movements: her arms looped around his neck, her head once again nuzzling his shoulder. Killian flicked his gaze toward the stairs, then back at Ruby.

“Don’t worry, darlin’. I may have had a few, but--” he stepped over a pile of blankets in his path-- “I promise not to drop you.”

[themanofgloom]

shipping prompts

feel free to send in more than one at the same time!

“kiss” - your muse passionately kisses mine on the lips

“thumb” - your muse runs their thumb over my muse’s knuckles

“twist” - our muses’ legs intertwine while they’re cuddling

“caress”  - your muse caresses my muse’s cheek

“wash” - your muse gently washes my muse’s hair 

“carry” - your muse carries mine when they’re falling asleep

“comb” - your muse grooms my muse’s hair

“snuggle” - your muse snuggles up against my muse

“tears” - your muse wipes away a tear from my muse’s face

“back” - your muse slowly rubs my muse’s back

“stare” - your muse stares lovingly at mine

“thigh” - your muse runs a hand across my muse’s thigh

“clothes” - my muse finds your muse wearing my their clothing

“neck” - your muse gives a gentle kiss to my muse’s neck

“hug” - your muse hugs my muse for a long time

“lap” - your muse rests their head in my muse’s lap

“hands” - your muse tightly holds onto my muse’s hand

“sleep” - our muses fall asleep together

[amostdistinguishedrapscallion]

send me something

[plotbunnie]

Nonverbal RP Starters

I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few!

Neutral

☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder

👉 Point to something for my muse to see

🤙 Bump into my muse

😊 Sit down next to my muse

🤨 Sit down across from my muse

📓 Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse

✍️ Pass my muse a note

🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse

🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking

Aggressive

🐺 Growl at my muse

😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse

😠 Death Glare at my muse

🙌 Push/Shove my muse

👊 Punch my muse

👖 Kick my muse in the shin

👠 Stomp on my muse’s foot

😵 Knee my muse in the gut

💀 Knee my muse in the groin

🔪 Point a weapon at my muse

🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture

👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar

💢 Bang on a door/wall/table to get my muse’s attention- angrily

Angst

👩‍⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound

🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention

🥣 Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick

🤢 Hold my muse’s hair back/Rub my muse’s back while they are sick/throwing up

👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying

👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare

🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare

😭 Hold my muse when they are crying

😢Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret

💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears

💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment

⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma

Soft

👕 Tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt

🐈 Lean against my muse’s side

🤝 Hold my muse’s hand

🤗 Pull my muse into a hug

🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee

🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]

✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand

🤝 Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it

👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes

😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them

🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse

🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse

😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek

Playful

🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair

✨ Playfully shove my muse’s shoulder

💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance

🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing

😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse

😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse

😱 Make a silly face at my muse

🤭 Tickle my muse

👃 Poke my muse’s nose

💪 Pick my muse up

Sensual/Sexual

💘 Pull my muse in for a rough kiss

💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss

💞 Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss

💖 Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss

❤️ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss

🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way

😉 Pull my muse in by the hips

😲 Smack my muse’s butt

💋 Kiss my muse’s neck

👌 Push my muse down and give them a massage

👙 Pull [an article of clothing] off my muse

👀 Push my muse down on the bed

👄 Pull my muse onto the bed

[atemyboyfriend]

amostdistinguishedrapscallion‌:

starter for @atemyboyfriend because i miss you, dude, and your writing. 

(context: think the end of 3A without the extra drama of Pan-as-Henry).

He was out of reasons to stay in Storybrooke, now. With Pan defeated and Henry safely returned home, Killian’s debt to “the Charmings” had been paid. And yet, standing here in the back corner of Granny’s diner, watching the family gathered at a table shrouded in a warm, loving light…he almost wished it hadn’t. There was a wistful sort of curiosity swelling in him at the sight: the longer he looked, the more fascinated he was. They just seemed to …belong to each other. Like they were all pieces of the same soul. And though Killian had managed–against all odds–to form a few connections in this little town, he was  certain he’d never find that. 

There was one connection, however, that he wanted to see through to the end: the wolf-girl, Ruby, with the entrancing green eyes that were somehow both fierce and soft all at once. From the beginning, she was the one person in Storybrooke who seemed willing to give him a chance without asking him to prove himself worthy of it, and with that, she had endeared herself to him. If he was leaving Storybrooke, he could not leave without saying good-bye; or at least, thank you.

Killian glanced toward the counter, where said wolf-girl was bustling around, This could very well be the last he saw of her, he realized with a bittersweet regret: she seemed happy, which was how he wanted to remember her. Half a smile curled his lips as he sauntered toward the counter, keeping all his thoughts and feelings carefully hidden under a layer of sardonic flirtation.

“Take a break, love,” he asked by way of greeting, hooking his foot around a barstool. “Sit. Have one last drink with me, eh? Send me off right.”

🐾

          Despite the smile on her lips, there was a melancholy that had settled into the pit of Ruby’s stomach; the Charmings’ were happily reunited, prepared to face the next day and whatever awaited them, but standing there, observing her nearest and dearest exchange laughter and warmth, Ruby felt out of place. Alone.

          There had been a time when Snow and David had relied on her —- from her efforts in aiding them to reclaim Snow’s kingdom, to serving as a royal adviser ( of sorts ), to the occasional, yet much needed pep-talk the she-wolf was so good at providing —- and now … well. The Charmings’ were on the road to their sought after ( and much deserved ) happily ever after, and Ruby wasn’t sure she had a place in it.

          Moreover, she wondered, was her own happy ending out there, waiting for her to find it?

          Almost as if by magic ( or deigned by fate ), Killian Jones interrupted her reverie with that ever-present flirtatious air. Knowing he wouldn’t accept her refusal, the waitress grabbed a pair of glasses and a bottle of rum from under the counter, circling around to settle down onto the bar stool nearest him. ❝ You know, ❞ she offered, setting the glasses down and pouring them each a double,  ❝ you don’t have to leave. ❞ There was a hopeful lilt to her tone, though Ruby knew there was nothing for Killian in Storybrooke, no reason for him to remain in this realm —- least of all her.

[amostdistinguishedrapscallion]

Killian held up his glass, smiling as he clink!ed it against Ruby’s. The alcohol left a pleasant burn down his throat, warming him from the inside out, and he exhaled in appreciation. Her words seemed to echo as he turned them over in his mind: You don’t have to leave. It could be wishful thinking on his part, but he thought he detected a ribbon of hope threaded in her voice.

“I don’t have to,” Killian agreed, picking up the bottle of rum and pretending to examine the label. “Not even sure I should. Half my crew is lost, and Smee’s far too fond of his...” He lifted his head, frowning as he tried to remember the term. “Talking device.” 

Now that he was making excuses, he was increasingly aware of his reluctance. He didn’t have a reason to stay...but he didn’t have a reason to leave, either, did he? Vengeance on the Dark One had been Killian’s sole motivation for the past two hundred years, that had driven him from coast to coast and all over the realms. But after they allied themselves to survive Neverland, it had been rendered redundant, pointless. 

“I don’t know what to do,” Killian mused. He turned, looking at Ruby with a searching gaze, as though somehow he could find wisdom or clarity in the depths of those beautiful green eyes. Giving up the hunt for the crocodile had left him without a purpose, and now he just felt... “Lost,” he realized, a small frown creasing his brow as the word sank to the pit of his stomach with a devastating certainty. “Like a ship drifting nowhere, and not even a whisper of a breeze.”

[atemyboyfriend]

@amostdistinguishedrapscallion​ sent: 👗 fix/straighten my muse’s clothes ( nonverbal rp starters | ACCEPTING )

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          Ruby couldn’t recall the last time she’d been on a true, proper date; there had been flings, a one-night stand or two and the occasional person she’d entertained thoughts of succumbing to a proposed date, but her cursed persona hadn’t been one to be tied down. The only person she’d ever allowed herself to have any semblance of a relationship with had died by her hand long ago, and while the notion of letting herself be so vulnerable again frightened her, that fear was accompanied by the distinct fluttering of butterflies taking wing in the pit of her stomach. Foreign though it was, Killian Jones had ensured the taciturn nerves she was so unaccustomed to had become a staple, tied to the mere thought of the aforementioned dashing rapscallion.

          A sigh escaped her —- a fruitless endeavor to quell her jitters —- as she took one last glance at the mirror, tucking a stray strand of chocolate locks back behind her ear. The dress she wore bore her trademark hue, clung to curves and exposed just enough of long, slender legs. It was a relic of her past —- more showy in nature than her generally more modest attire of late —- and she’d wished she had found a spare moment to shop for something a little more appropriate for the occasion ( though if she were to venture a guess, Killian wouldn’t mind her choice in garb for the evening ).

          As she made her way downstairs from the inn, she spotted the pirate just outside, unable to keep a smile from finding its way onto full lips ( and a distinct pink hue from flooding her cheeks ). Closing the door behind her, emerald hues met deep oceanic pools, and before she might offer a greeting, his hand was reaching out, smoothing crimson fabric across her waist, despite the lack of wrinkle in the fabric. ❝ Hey, ❞ she scolded, a distinct playfulness in her tone in spite of nerves born anew. ❝ You have to wine and dine me first, Captain. ❞

[amostdistinguishedrapscallion]

Killian drew in a breath as Ruby stepped outside, his heart beating more rapidly.  She was always beautiful, but the sleek, scarlet dress hugged her body in a way that vexed his baser instincts. As such, he couldn’t help reaching for her waist, stroking the tempting fabric. He grinned at her admonishment and withdrew his hand in favor of taking hers by the tips of her fingers. 

“Forgive me, milady. But you are--” Killian bent low, pressing his lips to her hand in a delicate, chaste kiss-- “a vision.” He straightened, looking into her emerald eyes with affection and just a glint of his usual, devilish charm, and offered her his arm. No doubt she found the gesture outdated, but Killian Jones was a gentleman.

“I must admit,” he said, as they began their stroll down Main Street, “trying to plan the evening was a bit of a riddle for me. I’ve never had the occasion to formally entertain a lady in this world, so I had to ask a certain overprotective prince for advice.”

 David had lectured Killian for the better part of an hour on decency, dignity, and the numerous dangers that would befall him should he do anything to hurt Ruby. Gods knew, he would have given up his other hand before even thinking about hurting her; but he indulged David, in exchange for the tip. Bella Notte was apparently the most romantic restaurant in town and the place to spend an evening. 

“I hope you like Italian food,” he remarked as they neared the building. “But if nothing else, I’m told they have an excellent bar.”

[rumdrum91]

Thank you, milady.

[rumdrum91]

killian “fuck you….r authority” jones.

[rumdrum91]

killian “hi i wear my heart on my face” jones

[amostdistinguishedrapscallion]

starter for @atemyboyfriend because i miss you, dude, and your writing. 

(context: think the end of 3A without the extra drama of Pan-as-Henry).

He was out of reasons to stay in Storybrooke, now. With Pan defeated and Henry safely returned home, Killian’s debt to “the Charmings” had been paid. And yet, standing here in the back corner of Granny’s diner, watching the family gathered at a table shrouded in a warm, loving light...he almost wished it hadn't. There was a wistful sort of curiosity swelling in him at the sight: the longer he looked, the more fascinated he was. They just seemed to ...belong to each other. Like they were all pieces of the same soul. And though Killian had managed--against all odds--to form a few connections in this little town, he was  certain he'd never find that. 

There was one connection, however, that he wanted to see through to the end: the wolf-girl, Ruby, with the entrancing green eyes that were somehow both fierce and soft all at once. From the beginning, she was the one person in Storybrooke who seemed willing to give him a chance without asking him to prove himself worthy of it, and with that, she had endeared herself to him. If he was leaving Storybrooke, he could not leave without saying good-bye; or at least, thank you.

Killian glanced toward the counter, where said wolf-girl was bustling around, This could very well be the last he saw of her, he realized with a bittersweet regret: she seemed happy, which was how he wanted to remember her. Half a smile curled his lips as he sauntered toward the counter, keeping all his thoughts and feelings carefully hidden under a layer of sardonic flirtation.

“Take a break, love,” he asked by way of greeting, hooking his foot around a barstool. “Sit. Have one last drink with me, eh? Send me off right.”

[rumdrum91]

reunited with the Jolly Roger

[amostdistinguishedrapscallion]

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