A Forgotten Pirate Captain

Once the feared pirate Captain Hook. Now just Cillian Johnson, trader by day and loner by night. Most of his time is spent at the docks, but he has found that venturing out into the town of Storybrooke might not be a bad idea. Closed cursed Killian Jones RP, part of onceuponacursedtown Bio is available as linked above

[naughty-nautica]

Can't Always Fix Broken || Cillian and Charlotte

[naughty-nautica]

It would be so easy to close that gap, push up that final inching distance and seal lips over his. But no, she couldn’t. She wouldn’t. This had to be his choice, they had to start over and he had to come to her. Though if she were to be perfectly honest, it didn’t seem as if that was going to be a difficult task. Especially with the bloody bastard moving closer still. Bodies undoubtedly touching now, pressing and she knew her breath hitched and the fingers on his arm tightened again. 

She gave that small glance upward breathing a bit thready and mouth suddenly dry as her eyes lingered on those scruffed lips. How many times had she kissed those lips? Shaved that face in an intimate moment between them? How many words of love were exchanged? She thought of how many more she had reserved over the time she slept and if she’d ever get to tell him. There was a heavy swallow, and her free hand came up, splaying low on his abdomen and sliding up his chest, feeling that steady thrumming beneath finger tips. 

"I…I should really go back inside," words whispered, a foot even stepped back but she didn’t move. not really. She couldn’t, she was hypnotized by that piercing blue stare that had always reeled her in. "Work to do and all—" Still no movement, just more pointless words and a small quirk in her lips before her tongue swept over to wet them. "Try to keep out of trouble, might not be around next time you get into a fight."

[swashbucklerhook]

Cillian moved closer still almost as if an invisible force was drawing him in. He didn't understand it, but there was something about her that he just couldn't shake. And if he was being honest with himself, he didn't really want to. The closer she got the harder it was to breath and he hadn't felt like that around anyone before. Sure, he had met plenty woman, flirted his way into getting what he wanted on occasion. But this? This was different. So much different. 

Fingers came up to brush a lock of dark hair behind her shoulder, eyes still never leaving hers as he let his fingers linger at her shoulder. He could move away. Maybe he should. Let her get back to her job and he return to the docks where he always felt he belonged. It would be easy just to go back as if nothing had ever happened. But at this point he didn't think he could. 

Those eyes bore into him almost as if she was testing him. There was something there. That much he could tell and part of him wondered if she could feel it to.  She said she had to go and yet like him, wasn't moving. Instead he took another step forward, hand moving up towards her cheek as he leaned closer. "That would be a shame," he whispered, lips inches from hers. "I don't think I'd mind having you around more often." he added, before his lips captured hers. 

[swashbucklerhook]

"Not many wander down to the docks at this time of day. Were you looking for something in particular?"

[naughty-nautica]

Can't Always Fix Broken || Cillian and Charlotte

[naughty-nautica]

They were starting to get into dangerous territory. She should have laughed the whole thing off, walked away and let it be. Let the fates decide if they ran across each other again. But she couldn’t. Wouldn’t. Now when her heart was beating at a thousand beats per minute and all the hairs on the back of her neck suddenly went standing on end. She’d be a fool to run. She’d done that once before and it was into his arms where she landed, having  no intentions of leaving. Even now. 

The step forward was only matched with one of her own and they were entirely too close now. Close enough to where she had to crane her neck slightly to keep her eyes locked on his. Close enough to where each time they would inhale their chests would make the smallest amount of contact. And it fizzled throughout her whole body. She could hear the fibers burning on her flesh and she welcomed more of it. She needed it. It’d been far too long since she’d had this. 

Her hand came up to rest on his uninjured arm, pausing for a second before letting it settle over his sleeve. Fingers that knew his body like a road map slid up his forearm to give a soft squeeze. Something was under the surface, something new, that she’d have to dig up later. “I only hope it was worth it. Damaging that handsome face to get fixed up by a measly bar maid. Hope she made it worth your time.”

[swashbucklerhook]

Cillian was the type that usually liked to flirt his way into getting what he wanted. Same ways that many of the woman who came down the docks to see him often did the same to him. Though he wasn't the type to give in so easily. Still, there was something different about her. She had helped him without any real reason. And he couldn't say he was used to seeing that in the small town. 

They were close now, much closer than he had originally intended, but he didn't have any plans to move away. If anything he wanted to be closer. All this time in the town and he had never came to the bar until tonight. Always wanting to keep to himself at the docks. But now he was happy he had managed to venture out. Even if he had gotten into the trouble he did. It had meant he ran into her. 

His eyes glanced down at her hand resting on his arm before meeting her eyes again. At her words his lips curled into a smile, leaning even closer, feeling his body press against hers. "It was most definitely worth it." he whispered, his eyes drifting to her lips a moment before back to her eyes. 

[thelostsaviorswan]

Well, that had been easy at least. Emma crossed her arms over her chest as she sized up the guy before her. “There was a call about some disturbance down here, and your name happened to come up. Any idea why that might be?”

[swashbucklerhook]

Killian stood up straight, canting his head to the side at the deputy. "Perhaps because this is where I spend most of my time, but I can assure you, lass, I've not seen any disturbances down here today. Not that an occasional fight doesn't break out from time to time." 

[naughty-nautica]

Can't Always Fix Broken || Cillian and Charlotte

[naughty-nautica]

There was a light flutter at his mentioning of him seeking adventure. There was still that hint of a pirate in him. A spark of hope in the darkness Just maybe they could find each other again through this mess. Even if occasionally he would stare right through her as if she were nobody. It would hurt, she knew that, but she was willing to risk that. After all, not knowing hurt just as bad. If he had been dead or alive or stuck in another land. At least he was here.

Her eyes brightened up at the mentioning of him possibly finding more, her lip firmly fitting under her teeth and brow lifting cheekily. “You mean more than over priced booze and shit food. She pushed off the pole, taking a step towards him, “I’ve a feeling you weren’t jonesing to get into a brawl. So if I might ask, what was that little more, exactly?”

Breathing already shallow, it shuddered when she exhaled and lifted her eyes to meet his. The pair of the standing under the dim yellow lamplight. She wanted nothing but to hold him, to run fingers through that beautiful head of hair and skim fingers down his cheek. Eventually, perhaps, for now she’d just hold on to that hope. “Something enough to bring you back I hope.”

[swashbucklerhook]

Cillian wasn't sure what he had originally been looking for there other than he wanted to find out what the back of the bar was like. He was a fan of a good gamble now and then and from what he heard, the high stakes gambling there could be quite a rush. And they were not wrong. Though he couldn't say he was planning on getting in the fight. Even if he didn't mind the occasional fight or two when he thought it was necessary. 

However, he had found that meeting her was quite a turn of events. The last thing he would have expected was for anyone in the bar to actually help him if he was injured. He doubted that most would really care one way or the other. The patrons seemed to be paying more attention to their games than the fight in the end, with the exception of a few who had gathered around the two of them.

Yet she came out of nowhere and stopped it, and even helped him. And what could he say, there was something about her that he liked. Perhaps the way she was easily able to handle herself, or the gentle touch she gave when trying to mend his wounds. He took a few steps forward so he was right in front of her. "I think you already know what I've found," he stated, his eyes locked on hers. "And . . . perhaps it is." 

[theeuissilentgene]

"You would think, but apparently he doesn’t." Gene rolled his eyes a bit. He was still rather sore at the Sheriff. "But I’m in a serious bind right now, I have to unload these or else problems are going to start. Can you help me out? I know I already probably owe you one, but I would really owe you."

[swashbucklerhook]

Cillian let out a sigh as he leaned against the railing of the docks. "I do suppose if I don't help, you would be in a heap of trouble if found with them." he stated, rubbing his temple. "Fine, but this had better not lead the sheriff to me. I get in enough trouble on my own."

[naughty-nautica]

Can't Always Fix Broken || Cillian and Charlotte

[naughty-nautica]

Had she? She liked to think that she had, but it wasn’t exactly in the same packaging as it was when she had lost it. She missed the draping leather, that dark lining under his eyes. They were still dark and just as brooding, but there was something there that was still lacking. That she missed dearly. Other than the fact that he had no bloody clue who she was.

She could feel his eyes on her, searing her, but in a good way. Her lips quirked, head turning and lifting grey to meet blue. There was a skip in her heart that she tried to ignore, but it wouldn’t go away. She didn’t want it to. There was no way she was giving him up, her Killian was lost in there, she had to believe that one day he’d come back to her. “Yeah—” she drew out slowly in a breath. A light chuckle followed and she couldn’t help but give her head a soft shake. “It’s not the same though. Got a bit damaged in the move.” Because that was the simplest way she could explain it. “I’m not giving up on it though. It’s far too precious to me.”

Charlotte turned to face him fully; back against the post and her foot lifted to rest on the base. Her arms crossed in front of her and she let her eyes linger on his for a moment. “How about you?” If he had a whole new life here, a different set of memories in that head she might as well get to know them. Or at least try to. “What is Cillian Johnson looking for in the back of a bar. It doesn’t have the best of reputations, nor do the customers I often come across.”

[swashbucklerhook]

There was a spark of curiosity about what it was she was really referring too. It was almost as if she was talking about him, but that didn't make any sense. At least not to him. Still Cilllian did enjoy hearing the chuckle the bubbled up from her and there was a part of him that wanted to find a way to hear it again. 

His head tilted to the side, brow raised when she asked him what it was he was looking for in the back of the bar. That was a good question. He wasn't the type to get out in the town very often. At least not for anything other than the necessities. He often preferred to stick to his own territories where he was the one in charge. So why was it that he had made it to the back of the bar.

Cillian had heard stories about the back of the bar. The high stakes gambling and many stories he had yet to find out if they were true or not. Still he gave her a small smile and a shrug. "I guess I was looking for a bit of adventure," he stated, his eyes meeting hers. "And it seemed like the best way to find it in this small town. And what can I say. I was right. Though. . . . perhaps I found a little more than what I was originally looking for." 

[thelostsaviorswan]

"Hey, do you know where I can find Cillian?" Emma asked the stranger uncertainly. Starting the day off with a disturbance call was definitely not the best way to start off the week, but at least it wasn’t more paperwork.

[swashbucklerhook]

Cillian looked up when the deputy asked for him. In his experience when the law was looking for him specifically, it usually wasn't a good thing. "That would be me, lass, what can I do for you?"

[naughty-nautica]

Can't Always Fix Broken || Cillian and Charlotte

[naughty-nautica]

"Mmm, pompous and pretty…I like i-t." Of course he’d be one to assume he’d already won the fight. Finished or not, bleeding or not, he got himself dragged out the backdoor by some strange woman. It was close enough to winning in any onlookers sight. Who was she to judge? But he was close now, very close. And she could smell the alcohol on his breath and she could swear there was still a tinge of salt that lingered in his hair. Gods he still smelled the same! And she had no strength or desire to pull away from him.

She matched that playful grin with one of her own, one she’d thrown him a million times and soon led to one of them giving in to the other. She bet they flirted their pretty little arses off. Still there was a question that lurked in the back of her brain. Not that she had any right, he wasn’t hers in this life, had a new name, and for all she knew a lass of his own. “And do you?” she spoke softly, eyes flicking up to his. “Give them what they want.” A slow smile while teeth dragged over her lower lip, breaking contact with a light laugh. 

The reminding of  her son caused her to step back. Turn and take a couple paces to the light post, casually leaning with her back to him. “He’s gone now, it was a long time ago—” She sighed, arms crossing over one another and glancing up towards the sky. “But I appreciate the sentiment. It seems to come in handy in my line of work, back of the bar isn’t the most friendliest of places.” She smiled to herself, casting a glance over her shoulder, “But it pays the bills, yeah? And sometimes you find what you’ve been looking for.”

[swashbucklerhook]

Cillian grinned at her comment, happy that she didn't choose to step away from him when he moved closer. He was used to invading people's personal space. It was a good way to intimidate people and in his line of work, intimidation was key. Though he couldn't say that he was trying to intimidate her. He doubted he could. There was something different about her and it only made him want to know more. 

A brow raised at the question, the grin on his face only growing. Truthfully, he couldn't say that he really had any woman flirt with him to actually get him before. In most cases they were after something he had. Often something that they had once owned and were willing to do anything to get it back. ". . . Well. . . when they come to me they are usually seeking something of more. . . monetary value." he stated, his teeth grazing over his lower lip. "And in most cases. . . I'd say the answer is no." After all, they flirt all they want, but unless you are willing to pay, he isn't handing anything over. 

His head tilted to the side when she stepped away. Part of him thinking perhaps he had overstepped when it came to her child. He didn't wish to make her feel uncomfortable, nor did he wish for her to go into any details if she didn't wish to. He took a few more steps forward until he was standing right next to her, looking over at her with a small smile. "Have you?" he asked, his eyes fixated on hers. "Found what you've been looking for?"

[mcperkyrobbins-deactivated20141]

"It’s nice to meet you Mr Johnson" Henry smiled lightly as he looked at the man kindly "Well, that would help but I have no idea what I want to buy her..I usually just go shopping and when something jumps out at me, then that’s the present you know.." he trailed off

[swashbucklerhook]

"So nothing sticking out at you, eh lad?" he asked, with a grin. Though he would imagine it would be in his own best interest to help without showing him that stock of supplies that had been obtained by less than legal means. "I do have a few items. I trade them at the docks mostly. I could let you have a peek."

[naughty-nautica]

Can't Always Fix Broken || Cillian and Charlotte

[naughty-nautica]

She was beginning to think this was a mistake. Approaching him, helping him, every glimmer of a smile sent quivers to her abdomen and she swore that her knees were going weak.  And now she had to pretend as if he was some stranger, and not the man she’d spent so many nights beside in a small cabin bed. The scenery was different now. His clothes and there was a lack of kohl under his eyes, but it was still very much him in there. Words altered to fit this day and time, as everyone elses and damn if he still wasn’t every bit as addicting. 

"Ah, well," Charlotte gave a nonchalant shrug, head tilting with a hint of a small grin. "-He pushed me." Stated quietly, soft while her eyes didn’t dare stray from his. "For no other reason than to continue a petty bar fight." Tongue slid out to wet over lips in thought and she exhaled slowly, regarding the horrid man with distaste. A short breath of air and she refocused, laughing lightly. "My gut tells me you wouldn’t do that. Not without cause."

Fingers swept over the scrapes one final time before she finally let her grip on his hand go slack; relinquishing his hand and awkwardly sticking her own hand in her front jean pocket. Damn him and that grin, it’d be the death of her all over again. But Charlotte didn’t falter, she gave it right back to him with an arch of brows and a coy smile of her own. “Oh, come now, darling, please don’t tell me you must ask every woman you come across that? Then again, you just might be the type of man who receives the attention often.”

She could already feel that familiar pounding in her chest and it took all she had to slow it down. To remind herself that she was just another face in the town and this was no tavern. 

But gods did it feel like it.

"I’ll admit that it’s not. Usually a bucket of water is enough to separate whatever mess is going on. But the pair of you were really going at it." She sighed, looking down shyly and kicking at the pavement. "I’m a mother, or was, I suppose it’s in my nature."

[swashbucklerhook]

There were moments when she was talking to him that she almost seemed as if she wanted to say something, something that he didn't think she ended up saying. It was like she was studying him, like she knew him. Part of him wondered if she thought she did or if perhaps it was just something she ended up learning when working at the bar. He would imagine she would have to make people feel welcome and as if they were special. That was something he had been familiar with in the past.

When she said that her gut told her that he wouldn't have been the type to push her, he raised an eyebrow. There were many people who knew him as the type that would do many things without thinking about them. But she would be right in saying he wasn't the type to harm a woman. He leaned forward a little, licking his lips as he gave her a small smile. "Your guts right," he stated. "A man shouldn't hit a woman, especially not to continue a fight that he knew he already lost." 

A mischievous grin played at his lips at her comment that he might be the type of man who receives such attention often. "Perhaps I do. . . but in most cases it is simply to get something they want. In my line of work, many woman feel that if they flirt enough, I'll give them anything." he stated with a small shrug as he moved off the car to stand in front of her. 

"He cheated me. . . and well. . .perhaps I have a bit of a temper." he admitted as he tilting his head, looking her up and down. "A mother? Were?" he asked, though he didn't want to press her for any information that she wouldn't be willing to give. "Well, love, I would say that you do have a way of handling yourself. It was rather impressive." 

[swashbucklerhook]

"I’m sure I could assist you if needed, lad." 

[mcperkyrobbins-deactivated20141]

"But…I don’t know who you are..Who are you? I’m Henry, Henry Mills"

[swashbucklerhook]

"Cillian Johnson. And I would say you wouldn't know me. Spend most of my time at the docks. But I am quite good at . . . obtaining items that people might want." 

[mcperkyrobbins-deactivated20141]

"Who knew finding the right mothers day present would be so hard…"

[swashbucklerhook]

"I'm sure I could assist you if needed, lad." 

[naughty-nautica]

Can't Always Fix Broken || Cillian and Charlotte

[naughty-nautica]

She laughed, it was quiet but it was there and that small hint of a smile he wore brought back so many memories. A shake of her head as the chuckle continued on, and she took up his injured hand. “No, darling, it was for me, not you. Between the smoke, the booze and all the bar food…you come out of there smelling like a dirty ashtray at a cookout.” It was nothing short of the truth after all, even if the gum had been nothing but a ruse to get her damn tears out of his line of sight. 

Luckily his hand was in better shape. A few cuts and scrapes, but something that would only need cleaning. Dainty fingers wrapped around his well worked and worn ones, the work that came from years on a ship he’d not remember. There was a small sigh as she dabbed the scrapes with the dampened tissue, wiping off his own and more than likely that of the other man. “Cillian,” she repeated softly, the fact that it was so close to his true name felt like it was some sort of laugh in the face. A short nod and grey lifted to meet blue with a small smile. 

Because I love you. The answer obvious in her mind and damn near came rolling off her tongue if it hadn’t been for that damn letters difference and this bloody hold this curse had over him. “It was clearly his fault,” Charlotte quipped with a wink. “It’s not often we have half decent looking patrons wander into the back of the bar-” All right, maybe that was a little bit of flattery for his sake, but she couldn’t help herself. “-I might as well make myself a good impression so he might come back.”

[swashbucklerhook]

The smile that graced his lips after her laugh was softer than he would have thought. He wasn't used to having any kind of actual company apart from those who work or trade with him. And somehow this woman seemed rather comfortable around him. He wasn't sure why, or if perhaps she just didn't know him. It wasn't as if he had been to the bar before now. 

She cleaned his hand with the same care she did with his head. Almost as if she actually cared about him. Part of him wondered if she had done this before with any of the other patrons or if it was just him. Somehow he got the sense that this wasn't something she had did very often. Despite the fact that he was sure fights broke out there all of the time. 

It was strange how she seemed to look at him as if she knew him. As if she expected him to recognize her. Though he didn't ask. Her answer to why she was helping him was enough to cause a brow to raise and an amused smile to tug at the corners of his mouth. "I think that may be the first time someone has actually claimed it was the others fault," he stated, his head tilting to the side. Though it was in his opinion. Others just didn't always agree when he was one to provoke others from time to time. 

Cillian, bit his lower lip a smirk playing at his lips as he leaned forward, his eyes meeting hers once again. "Are you flirting with me, love?" he asked, the grin growing wider. "Do you do this with all of the patrons or should I consider myself special?"

[swashbucklerhook]

"A few watches? That’s all you could get your hands on? Is the sheriff cracking down on your little operation?." 

[theeuissilentgene]

"You don’t even know the half of it. I had a really nice stash the other day, and he picked me up. Been on my ass ever since."

[swashbucklerhook]

"That is a shame, you would think the sheriff has something better to do than dealing with petty theft." 

[theeuissilentgene]

"I know it’s not my usual haul, but I have a few watches to barter with. Things have been hectic lately."

[swashbucklerhook]

"A few watches? That's all you could get your hands on? Is the sheriff cracking down on your little operation?." 

[naughty-nautica]

Can't Always Fix Broken || Cillian and Charlotte

[naughty-nautica]

And there was the kicker, the punch in the gut and the knife in her chest. Actually making request of a name he should have been all too familiar with. But no, she couldn’t give that to him. If this…if he wasn’t her Killian, not yet anyway, he had another name as well. So that’s what he’d get; same fake name that everyone else got. 

Once she caught her breath.

Her eyes slid closed and she turned away, flinging open the car door and acting as if she was looking for some lost treasure. Eyes brimming, but she’d not let him see. How odd would that seem, a complete stranger crying over you for no reason. Maybe if she dug deep enough she’d find him in there…Buried under all the rest of the lies.

After a quick swipe of her eyes, thankful for the dark to mask any sign she’d been thrown into any sort of distress. Plucking a pack of gum from the center console she reappeared. “Apologies, bar breath.”  She offered him a stick and tossed the package on the hood, going back to work on his gash. “Charlotte,” she muttered quietly, opening the strips and carefully lining them down his brow. It took four, but they looked as if they’d hold. “My name is Charlotte.” She couldn’t help but sweep at the fringe that dangled in front of the now mostly clean cut, and gave him a soft smile. “Hand,” she commanded softly, with a draw of fingers. “Yourself? A name I mean. Would only be polite and all.”

[swashbucklerhook]

This woman didn't really seem like the others he had met. Then again, those he had met at the docks when they sought him out to supply them with something specific. She acted as if she actually cared. About him, a total stranger and that he didn't really understand. Perhaps it was just because it wasn't the way he was. A stranger was a stranger and nobody looked twice when a stranger was hurt. Most would prefer to not get involved. 

He could have sworn that she almost seemed upset about him asking her name, but that didn't really make any sense to him. He brushed it off to thinking it much just be a trick of light from one of the street lamps. It isn't as if she knew him. 

When she returned she handed him a piece of gum, as he raised a brow. "Are you trying to tell me my breath smells bad?" he asked, canting his head to the side with the smallest of smiles. The way she fixed up the cut on his head with such care still baffled him. "My name is Cillian," he replied, giving her his hand, the only one he had. "Let me ask you a question, love. . . . . why are you helping me?"