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@dashing-pirate replied to this:
that’s not the spirit, love. I reckon you’ll start to miss me when we part ways.
And why do you think I’ll miss you when we part ways? That pretty face of yours doesn’t work with me. You’re simply a means to an end just like I am one for you. You needed me to get your revenge on the Dark One, and I needed you to get to Storybrooke to see my daughter.
Aye, and we’ll get what we want. We got this far so I think that makes us a hell of a team.
dashing-pirate
Killian knew he’d made a mistake before. He’d been a pirate for so long that he wasn’t used to dealing with people that weren’t his crew other, particularly kids, so he was lost on how to amend this. He apologised and meant it, but being a pirate, people often didn’t trust him. Stepping closer, the leaves of the trees brushing against his jacket, he still kept his distance as he ran a hand through his hair, “I made a mistake. I regret what I did and I want to make amends and check you’re okay.” He held out a hand to indicate where the water was, “come back to the ship, it’s safer there. We know this island, we can protect you.”
It had been the same after Rumple became the Dark One – admitting to making a mistake, offering amends, using the guise of protection as an excuse. Although, in Killian’s case the betrayal was of a different matter. He was tired of it, of the lies and losing those he cared about.
Baelfire let his gaze linger, shifting his stance to be only slightly at ease but ready to run if necessary. “How could I possibly be okay? You know exactly what Pan’s like.” He paused briefly because in truth he wanted to return to the Jolly Roger. The hurt felt, however, made it too hard to admit it. “You’re trying to make things better by apologizing and offering to keep me safe, but you’re no better than my father. He did the same thing over and over again. Why should I believe anything you have to say?”
Killian knew he’d never get Bae’s forgiveness. Although they’d not known each other for long, he was aware of the amount of betrayal and heartache this lad has been through. It was a byproduct of being the son of the Dark One, and he’d just added to that. Baelfire deserved better but this place was too dangerous to leave him here.
“I made a mistake,” he told him, running a hand down his face, “can’t you let us try again? You can come with me onboard my ship, eat, learn to sword fight, have a bed. Let us help protect you, Bae.”
dashing-pirate
He sighed and stepped closer, his face tight with concern. Killian may not be his father, they weren’t even related, but he had a real genuine soft spot for him. He cared for the boy, and Killian could see himself in Baelfire, could understood the pain and the loneliness. It’s a shame that he ruined it by betraying him, something he’d never forgive himself for. He just hoped that Bae would give him a second chance.
“I’ve been looking all over the island for you,” he told him, noticing the pained expression on his face, “look, I’m sorry for what happened onboard my ship.”
Baelfire didn’t move when Killian stepped closer, but remained wary and let his gaze linger on the man’s face. The words spoken in response took him by surprise, confusing him slightly given their last moments together. For a while Baelfire wanted nothing more than to live on the Jolly Roger. And maybe, even if he no longer wanted to admit it, Killian started to become another parental figure. As it turned, out nothing good ever seemed to last.
“What for?” he questioned, unwillingly noticing the care woven in Killian’s voice. “Saying sorry doesn’t take but what you did. On the ship or before.” As in everything encompassing his mother.
Killian knew he’d made a mistake before. He’d been a pirate for so long that he wasn’t used to dealing with people that weren’t his crew other, particularly kids, so he was lost on how to amend this. He apologised and meant it, but being a pirate, people often didn’t trust him. Stepping closer, the leaves of the trees brushing against his jacket, he still kept his distance as he ran a hand through his hair, “I made a mistake. I regret what I did and I want to make amends and check you’re okay.” He held out a hand to indicate where the water was, “come back to the ship, it’s safer there. We know this island, we can protect you.”
What made you fall in love with Milah? Is her death the only thing driving you to kill Rumple?
Her passion, her sense of adventure, her beauty and her strength. She captured my heart from that first meeting and still has it now, there's nobody like my Milah. And his death will not only avenge her but stop him from doing this to another poor, unfortunate soul and not let them live with this emptiness and torture of being apart from their love. I'll risk my life for two things; love and revenge and every second I'm trying to kill him will be worth it when I run that dagger into his chest.
What do you plan on doing after getting your revenge?
Enjoy my life knowing the crocodile is not out there destroying lives and using his magic for evil. Knowing that Milah's life has finally been avenged.
What is something that you enjoy about being a pirate? Is there something you miss from your life before you became the pirate we all know?
The freedom is the best part. I couldn't care less if people judge us for being pirates but I know for a fact that many people would love it. Visiting glittering shores, meeting people, taking what we want, finding riches and spending the rest of our days being lulled by the ocean waves, what more could you ask for? And the best part is that we don't listen to some bloody King who cares so little about his people. The one thing I miss about my life before is obvious, my brother. Why would I miss my life before when I was sold into slavery by my own father? I had nothing going for me. At least now I have control over my own life.
What was it like climbing that huge beanstalk? Can't be afraid of heights to do something like that.
I certainly enjoyed the company, even if she was snubbing me. And climbing the beanstalk was grueling work, particularly with a hook for a hand, but I've been in worse scrapes. I’m a survivor.
What is it about Emma that has caught your attention? Is it because she doesn't wish to fawn over you and instead stands up to you?
I'll admit, I do like the challenge. But I’m attracted to a strong, smart, salt of the earth woman who stands her ground, especially if she can wield a sword. And that’s Emma. I certainly enjoyed seeing her swing that sword around, even if it was towards me.
What is something about your brother's memory that you carry with you? Other than the wish for revenge of course.
His patience. I was always the reckless one, getting in trouble and pushing the boundaries, and Liam was always there for me. He was a fine man, my rock, and I could have done with his levelheadedness and patient manner. Perhaps that's why I am the way I am without him.
Killian had no idea how long he’d been stuck in Neverland but it felt like centuries. He finally found out how to kill the Dark One and now he had another thing to add to his list - getting off this cursed island. Yet another thing getting in the way of his vengeance. After trudging through the trees, lantern held up to light his pathway with a soft glow as the sun started to set, he heard a rustle across from him and stopped. Alert and ready to defend, he spun and saw a familiar face.
“Bae?” he called out, face softening slightly at the boy. The boy who has been avoiding him since what happened on the Jolly Roger.
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Each passing day and night seemed endless, no different from the last. Baelfire wanted nothing more than to escape the island, to never look back on it again. Sometimes, without noticing, his mind would drift back to his days on the Jolly Roger. The good memories were always overtaken by the bad, his chest still heavy from the pirate’s betrayal. On two fronts, no less. It seemed to linger in times like these, as he made his way through the foliage in means to avoid the Lost Boys. He was in no mood to deal with Pan and be part of some game.
Killian’s voice hit first before he caught sight of the man’s turning figure. The pain in his chest hurt even worse upon meeting his gaze. “What are you doing here?” Those were the only words Baelfire could offer, a question but it served no real purpose. “Forget it, just leave me alone.”
He sighed and stepped closer, his face tight with concern. Killian may not be his father, they weren’t even related, but he had a real genuine soft spot for him. He cared for the boy, and Killian could see himself in Baelfire, could understood the pain and the loneliness. It’s a shame that he ruined it by betraying him, something he’d never forgive himself for. He just hoped that Bae would give him a second chance.
“I’ve been looking all over the island for you,” he told him, noticing the pained expression on his face, “look, I’m sorry for what happened onboard my ship.”
dashing-pirate:
It’s only a bit of harmless flirting, love. And what’s wrong with me informing you of your radiance? It’s the truth. You’re a good-looking lass.
I came up here to find the compass to get home and back to my son. I’m not here to listen to you flirt with me, alright? I have more important things to worry about. Maybe you’re trying to distract me with all your flirting comments, so… save it, alright? I’m not interested.
Well, if the lady insists. Accept my sincerest apologies, lass, I was only trying to lighten the mood. I know you have this courageous mission to complete but one thing I learnt since leaving Neverland is that time moves much faster here, which means that it’s much more precious. Perhaps you should enjoy it a little more. Enjoy the little moments, love.
Emma's not your type. Just stop. Buuut if you come down the beanstalk and are in need of some company, well, I'm available.
You're wrong, my anonymous friend, because Emma Swan is indeed my type of lass. I certainly like a strong-willed, tough woman like her. I stick by what I said about her being a hell of a pirate.
Have you ever stopped and thought about Liam? What would he say? I'm sure he doesn't approve of your quest for revenge and a life in piracy.
You didn't know my brother so don't assume what he'd think of me. Liam would support me no matter what. I think about him all the time because he's the reason I became a pirate. His death could have been prevented and I vow to make sure someone pays for taking my brother and Captain from me.
dashing-pirate:
It’s only a bit of harmless flirting, love. And what’s wrong with me informing you of your radiance? It’s the truth. You’re a good-looking lass.
I came up here to find the compass to get home and back to my son. I’m not here to listen to you flirt with me, alright? I have more important things to worry about. Maybe you’re trying to distract me with all your flirting comments, so… save it, alright? I’m not interested.
You seem to think so little of me, Swan. I know my reputation may be off-putting to you but I’m not as bad as you might think. I’m helping you, and I’m merely trying to get the compass too so I can get my vengeance, something I’ve wanted for hundreds of years. Why not lighten the mood with a little flirting? It’s not harming anyone.
Killian had no idea how long he’d been stuck in Neverland but it felt like centuries. He finally found out how to kill the Dark One and now he had another thing to add to his list - getting off this cursed island. Yet another thing getting in the way of his vengeance. After trudging through the trees, lantern held up to light his pathway with a soft glow as the sun started to set, he heard a rustle across from him and stopped. Alert and ready to defend, he spun and saw a familiar face.
“Bae?” he called out, face softening slightly at the boy. The boy who has been avoiding him since what happened on the Jolly Roger.
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@dashing-pirate (a response from this post)
Are you sure about that, love? I, for one, certainly find you very radiant, even when you’re scowling at me.
Flattery will not get you far with me, you know. Are you always this way with women? Making passes at them when they’re clearly not interested and have told you as much?
It’s only a bit of harmless flirting, love. And what’s wrong with me informing you of your radiance? It’s the truth. You’re a good-looking lass.
Despite losing the wardrobe thanks to Emma burning it, hope was not lost for Cora Mills in the end. She knew magic was something Emma and Snow White weren’t skilled with, and Cora knew of many possibilities to open a portal when all hope seemed lost. As she approached Hook at their meeting spot on the shores of the beach, a small smirk pulled at the corners of her mouth. “Hello, Hook.” The two began conversing after that regarding what Cora learned from her time disguised as Lancelot. “Before you can finally skin yourself a crocodile, I think it’s time for you to really play the part of a blacksmith. I left Emma, Snow White, Mulan, and Aurora in Snow’s old home– my daughter’s rightful home. How good are you when it comes to lying?” She had a plan to kill everyone and wanted Hook to gain their trust, but Cora had to make sure this was something the handsome pirate was capable of doing.
@dashing-pirate
When Cora reached out to him, he knew it was time. He could already taste the victory of jamming his hook right into the neck of Rumplestiltskin and finally avenging his love after so many years. Cora may not be the most trustworthy or easy to read, but she certainly had her uses. She got stuff done, just like he did. They make quite the team already and so far he was closer than he’d ever been to finally getting what he wanted. He took in the horizon ahead of him as she spoke, the gentle breeze against his face refreshing as he tried to imagine that a place like Storybrooke would be like. And what the crocodile would be doing there.
“I consider myself an expert,” he told her, tucking away his spyglass before looking at Cora with her thing of dirt, “you’ve come to the right man, love. Then what’s the next phase of our plan once I’ve earned their trust?”
