𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾

indie david nolan / prince charming. on haitus.

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𝓐𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓵:

Politely, Ariel steps forward with hand held upon his. But still the step does  little to settle her nervousness. A part of her wants to tell him the truth about her origins, about why she has left the  sea to take to the shore. He’s a prince, perhaps he knows of the prince that she  is in search of. 

Looking up at David she offers him a shy  smile before she looks down at her feet then to his. How do people glide so easily  with heels?

❝ I could harm your feet, ❞ she answers, almost shyly, ❝ I’m Ariel, ❞ a pause is given as she finally decides to tell him the  truth of her origins, ❝ of Atlantica. ❞

He couldn’t help but grin when she took the step forward, already showing a sense of pride for her. Each step was a step, no matter how small it may have been. He moves slow for her, guiding her to a somewhat open area of the ballroom floor, quick to get into place. A hand to her hand & his other hand properly placed upon her waist, hand stiff to place.

He begins slow, leading her into the dance with patience. He watches her look to her feet, unable to help the chuckle that slid past his lips.

❝ You won’t, don’t worry. I also find that looking     tends to make things worse, ❞ He is almost teasing, with no harm to be given. It takes only a moment before he hears her name & where she is from, a moment to figure out where that place had been. Astonishment was quick to show the second realization hit, accepting all- the-more to her.

❝ You seem to have traveled far then, Ariel.     James of Misthaven, ❞ Or, at least,that was what he was supposed to say, as the replacement of his brother since his death. A name that all had known, but never his true name.

❝ What had made you travel so far, if I may ask? ❞

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𝓗𝓸𝓸𝓴:

        He knows some of the explanation he’s given, though it wasn’t exactly rich in any finer details that would have helped sorting out that mess in one’s brain. Regardless, Killian decides this is not a battle he’d rather take. Magic had reversed him back to his younger days, he really shouldn’t be surprised to see time working in different manners all through the realms. Yet the look in his eyes is still blank, almost judgemental when regarding the prince. Through all of it, he remains silent, until breaking it at the very end.  ‘  Really? You don’t look a day over sixty.  ’

❝ To be fair, the other you is over three-hundred     years old due to his adventures, especially in     Neverland, ❞

He tries to explain with that bit of detail. He finds it almost amusing to see the blank expression, clueless in the mess that all started with Regina. Despite it, a hand makes a wavering motion, as though to tell him not to think of it too much.

❝ My son-in-law also told me about you when he     was around. Think of what happened as similar     to yours--but in a curse with far more magic     involved & being stuck for twenty-eight years. ❞

Soon, David almost dismisses the topic, not expecting Killian to understand exactly. A smile can’t help but show, finding the comment endearing as well as insulting. But, that was definitely noting the signs of grey he was beginning to show.

❝ You don’t look a day over two-hundred, ❞ He teases innocently, shaking his head soon after.

❝ Considering I have a second child, I think the     grey is certainly beginning to show these days. ❞

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𝓚𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓷 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼:

     ❛ HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT— ❜ Killian furrows his brows and reaches back to scratch behind his ear, ❛ — that no matter what you do, it’s absolutely USELESS ? ❜ He has his own ego, and his own self-confidence at that, but recently he’s been having all these doubts rise back up and he’s not entirely sure what to make of it.

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A single brow raises as he listens to Killian ask him a question, looking over at him with obvious concern. Unlike Killian, David didn’t have as much self-confidence & was very subtle, preferring to not boast or brag about his life--that was something his brother & him didn’t have in common. His blue eyes flicker side-to-side, wanting to look away in silence, but yearning to answer.

He finally looks away, but how rosy his cheeks got in turn, like there was a fueling frustration hidden just behind his skin.

❝ I do, most of the time, actually, ❞

He admits his anxiety & self-doubt subtly. Despite everything he is known for & been through, David was still full of self-doubt. Was this right? Was that wrong? It was a war within his head, arguing only to himself. As a prince, it made decisions too difficult--he is thankful that he has Snow to help make the wiser decision.

He manages to look back up to Killian, a hand placing onto Killian’s shoulder, completely disregarding his own battles. Concern kept its place on his face--perhaps, it was just paternal instincts kicking in when it came to those close to him.

❝ What’s troubling you? ❞

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𝓗𝓸𝓸𝓴:

      ‘  So you are Emma’s father…  ’  The pirate may have only crossed paths with the woman a couple of times, but it was enough to have the image of her ingrained in his memory. Or, at least, enough to know this man did not look old enough to have fathered her.  ‘  And Henry’s grandfather.  ’  A pause; pieces of a puzzle not quite falling into place.  ‘  How slowly does time go by in your land, mate? You all look the same bloody age.  ’

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Arms are tightly crossed against his chest, the prince only partially amused at the pirate’s confusion. Nay, this wasn’t the same pirate from back home, the one he called his son-in- law, but one who he has heard about from his daughter. The prince, after hearing about Emma visiting Henry, decided to take a visit, ensuring safety & advice where-it-be needed.

❝ When you get stuck in a dark curse, it tends to     set time back a tad--But, it was so Emma could     become the savior in the end, ❞

He tries to explain in simple terms, unsure of whether he was making sense or not. His brows raise suddenly, as though having an idea to try & make sense.

❝ I assure you, I must be in my eighties by now. ❞

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                         DARKNESS never wins–It just fools you into thinking it does.

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@her28thyear​

There was silence as the blonde looked at her father. A long silence. There were no words she could speak that could express the emotions she felt in her own heart. She simply looked at him, a small smile on her lips, tears filling  her  eyes  before  streaming  down  her  face.  The  most BEAUTIFUL  part   is   she   didn’t   even   seem   to   care. 

He thinks she is understanding everything enough, what sacrifices he & Snow had to make to ensure her safety. The day she was born, he fell beyond in love with his babygirl, even if he had to send her off for a better chance. He remembers waltzing those hallways, her nestled in an arm & a sword in the other hand, fighting for her safety until they got to the wardrobe. He remembers the curse that made him not see her again for a long time--How he still dislikes Regina for that.

Tears of his own swelled his eyes, reddening quick. He raises his hands to press to her cheeks, thumbs wiping away her tears. He gives her a loving, warm smile, matching his gentle touch.

❝ There’s not a MOMENT that passes by that I    don’t. Please don’t cry, Emma, ❞

His thumb continues against he wet cheeks, wiping what tears away that he can.

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𝓖𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓭𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓮𝓻:

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“Y'know,” The eight year old began as she hopped up onto the stool across from her grandfather, taking a dramatic pause she pushed her blonde curls over her shoulder - seeming in her mind more mature as she sat up straight and gave the older man a serious look. “You’re not very old for a grandpa.”

She reminds him of Emma, the way she presented herself & the way she was taught. Looking at her, he definitely saw Emma, remembering all the lost time he missed with Emma roaming the land while they were stuck in a curse. His serious look couldn’t help but soften by a lot--a smile turning instead to her. An ivory hand moves through his own head of hair, playing with a small strand of it to make his point.

❝ I don’t know, I think I’m balding & getting    grey now-a-days, ❞ It is said both as a joke & a reminder for himself of his aging. Now that the curses were broken, there was now a time for them to age correctly.

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𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓪:

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“Who lied to you and said that was a good idea?”

❝ I did, but no one is trying to stop me. I’d     guess that meant it’s a good idea. ❞

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                         DARKNESS never wins--It just fools you into thinking it does.

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@withoutapprcval

“And what would you know about it?” Drizella snapped, immediately turning on the man with a look of utter disbelief. She didn’t need this prince or whatever he claimed to be just showing up and telling exactly what was wrong with her life. She was very aware of that, thank you very much.

“Listen, if this is supposed to end in a heart-warming, Hallmark movie type of way where you give me a speech about family and then we embrace, I’m going to stop you right there. I’ve been around long enough to know that hardly ever works out for the better.”

❝ Believe it or not, I know plenty about that hole.     I don’t expect you to fully understand, ❞

Although she didn’t need anything from him, he wants to continue for the sake of showing an understanding. It’s not what he wanted, her to feel forced for no reason.

❝ I don’t expect it to be heart-warming, but I only    want you to understand--I suppose I’d better    get my speech over with. I live every day,    thinking about that familiar hole. I pushed    my brother into the River of Souls. The reason    my daughter is the savior is because I took    the good from Maleficent’s daughter. It all    still haunts me. Staying in that hole of yours,    it’ll consume you so much. ❞

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𝓚𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓷 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼:

the pirate had picked up on the prince’s mannerisms rather quickly during their first meeting. when the man had immediately called out that he was a liar alongside his daughter. david nolan bested him in a way that nobody ever had. so when the prince joined him on the journey up the beanstalk and the duo worked together to get that compass, all the while actually talking about who they were– killian learned all that he needed about the royal.

even when they returned to storybrooke did their friendship grow, he opened himself up to david, telling him all about milah and his thirst for revenge that he reluctantly put on hold after a long talk with the other man. the crocodile was still alive, but now he had a chance at a life where he wasn’t burdened with hate. but while their friendship prepared him for a less abrasive life, the friendship didn’t prepare him to fall head over heels for said friend. it started out slow, flirtatious comments and husky innuendos combined with sweet and short kisses here and there and they sort of started something that went unspoken. they didn’t need words or a label. david was his prince, that’s all he cared about.

the red flush that rose from his cheeks and up to the tips of his ears had killian glance away off into the waves before turning back, smiling at his companion softly.

“ and you know that i would never pressure you into anything, david. i care about you way too much to ever make you feel like you had to be something with me. ”

the pirate lets go of the wheel, satisfied that they wouldn’t crash into anything, his hand moving to brush along the prince’s perfect jawline. 

“ i’m just happy you decided to spend the day with me is all. romantic or not, i just love spending time with you, love. you saved me from a life that would have killed me. i could never repay that. ”

Killian was not coy in the slightest, despite the clear faux facade he played when they first met--David knew a liar when he saw one. He remembers sharing information with Killian when they went up the beanstalk, in hopes that it would open the pirate up to David. The little talks they had spurred them with a moment of realization about each other. Chances. Chances to see a different path, instead of just dark & light.

Storybrooke was a place of changes & chances. The heroes, such as David, welcoming those who were there for a better life, a better chance at life, & to try to help those who wanted it. This caused a blooming friendship between the royal & the pirate--which, admittedly, was still funny to David. Their blossoming friendship grew into something a bit more, things developing only naturally with each other. Nothing to say about it. What they were was shown just enough.

❝ I know. I hope that I’ve not forced you into anything    between us, ❞

David, out of instinct, rose a hand to touch the wheel of the vessel, assuring some sort of stability in their course. His cheeks flustered up, rosy & red, bright, blue eyes looking down & back up as fast.

❝ Our time together is enough for me, Killian, you     should know this. I try to tell you all the time. It’s     all just so hard to believe, you know? ❞