Abstract Reflections 🪞 ok I love the idea of Killians memories grounding him and giving him hope, can you give us a tease of this?
hell yeah!! let's gooo, this is some of my favorite stuff I get to do in this fic (masterlist here). Had to resist the urge to send a huuuge excerpt, cut it down to just this excerpt with the memory left out bc that'd be giving away too much lol 💕
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Killian has had nightmares about losing his remaining hand for nearly as long as he's been without the other. Centuries afterwards, a snide remark or a half-formed threat about taking his other hand could still make his heartbeat stutter. The fear would reignite in his mind, the nightmare following close behind. It'd vary wildly in the setting, circumstances, and means by which he'd lose it, but it always ended the same. He'd shoot up, his heart pounding, grasping wildly with his hand, his missing one alive with its own false sensation and pain. He had to see his hand to confirm it wasn't another ghost at the end of his arm.
He'd been hoping the nightmare would go away completely when he and Emma settled into their new home together, into their future together. He'd had fewer nightmares when they'd slept in each other's arms, and the ones he did have were mostly about losing her. If she'd awaken from his sudden movements or mumbled pleas, she'd soothe him with her touch, sometimes with her words. Afterwards, he'd sleep soundly til morning.
She slept through her own nightmares and rarely seemed to remember them in the morning, if she recalled having one at all. When she did remember, she never wanted to speak of it. He'd found that running his hand through her hair or across her skin in soft patterns soothed her mind enough to return to a peaceful sleep. When the morning came and he'd ask how she slept, she'd smile and say she'd slept "perfect", not an ounce of hesitance in her answer.
He pictures her now, her warm expression as she lay in bed on one of the blissful mornings they'd shared.
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He misses her touch, her warmth. If Hades has his way, he'll never know her touch again. He still thinks she's out there, but he has to know it, believe it, just as strongly as he had when he helped Meg escape with the message to her. Doubt creeps up his spine, but he can't allow it to win. Not if she's down here for him. He needs to be strong for her if she comes. When she comes.
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