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[captainswanbigbang]

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He shook it off, his head spinning. Fucking hells, he was drunk. A little voice he pretended not to hear rustled in his mind, whispering that he wanted more; wanted to be in this ‘Graham's’ stead, wanted to press gentle kisses on her temples as they twirled for hours to fiddle song. It sounded like Liam’s quiet candor, wounding him, and he pushed it down with force.

He swallowed another glass, impatiently waiting the minute until another appeared. Graham stumbled again and Killian had to resist every drunken instinct screaming for him to break the man's legs for stepping on his Swan’s pretty feet. It was a bloody waltz. What sodding wank of a man couldn't do a three step - He blinked, processing his thoughts slowly. His Swan? He knocked back another drink savoring the burn down his throat.

They sat, and he grinned when Emma's hands rubbed her feet delicately. The grin vanished quickly, her wincing bring Graham's dolt hands to stroke her calves, eliciting a quiet moan from that pretty mouth. When the other man kissed her, Killian stared into his glass, trying to understand why his heart thumped loudly, his skin heated, his muscles tensed, at the thought of that worthless fucking oaf touching her, why him, he'd skin the man for his useless hide for thinking he was worthy.

That stupid voice spoke to him again, Liam’s annoying older brother voice full of pity and life weary experience:

You know why you feel this way.

He swallowed another drink and stood, plopping down at another table.

“You idiots want to make some quick coin?”

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CSBB Snippet

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His fever caused him hallucinations, and his hand - no. His lack of hand ached and throbbed in time with chills that wracked his body.

Liam sat with him, not talking, and he babbled to him about the battle, how he fought through the pain even with his hand crushed and mangled. His brother was impassive, and when he woke next, Liam was gone, like he had been for years.

His mother visited too, rubbing his temples and soothing him. Sometimes her voice was her own, singing quietly, but her eyes were never hers. They were green jade, watery and scared no matter how long he looked. Sometimes she'd move and disappear, and an angel would be in her place, waiting in the wings for him to give up surviving. She'd sit and watch the sea and it would bring him peace knowing she was waiting as a companion on the last leg of his journey.

The angel was so familiar, and yet not. He would swear it was Swan, his Swan, but there was no fire in her. Placid worry and cool hands, she'd dismissed the healer without words.

He tried to tell her to go back to the sea, but his babbling turned into nonsense about why the sea was boiling hot, because he was boiling hot, of cabbages and kings and other useless heads of state that wanted him dead. All she did was smile, soft and serene, a look in her eyes so unlike his Swan that it made him ache in other places, beyond his missing hand.

She stroked his cheek, or he thought she did, when he dozed. He could feel the tingle of her magic spread through him, but the fever and it played cat and mouse. The fever would roar back worse than ever when he felt her draw back, like waves on the ocean. Peace, cool water, relief, and then flaming heat. She cursed under her breath and he coughed out a laugh, telling her it was unbecoming of an angel before slurring into a lopsided smile. She only looked grim, lips now pressed into a thin line.

He couldn't understand when she spoke so lowly to someone, almost outside his range of hearing.

"I can’t heal him; my magic… He's not going to make it if..."

"Then let him die. The sea has claimed more for less, and..." Charming's rough voice, living up to its reputation.

Silence.

"We should have left port days ago, Emma. Be reasonable." Snow’s voice maybe?

Silence again, for hours.

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“Emma. I’ve been watching you, you know.” Zelena sat in the small space of her quarters in a plush Emerald chair, upholstered in shimmering velvet and lined in golden embroidery. The cabin was narrow with a small window, the chair, candles lit haphazardly, a canopied bed that was built into what might have been a small closet before, a bookshelf, a cedar chest, and small table covered in bottles. The door closed behind her, and Emma gulped.

“Yes.”

“I’ve noticed what you think you’ve been hiding from everyone.” Zelena smiled deviously, steepling her fingers. The hair on the nape of Emma’s hair stood. “Did you really think you could keep it a secret?”

Emma stared into the crimson haired woman’s eyes. “I don’t know-”

”You should embrace it, like I have. It’s a gift, no matter what weak minded fools say.” Zelena made a dismissive motion towards the door, her mouth curling into a sneer. “Magic is nothing to hide.”

”Magic?” Emma let out a breath of relief, her face contorting in confusion. “What are you talking about, magic?”

It was Zelena’s turn to be confused. She blinked several times, her face falling into a confused and astonished expression. “Emma, my pet, your magic. It radiates off you, honestly- How could you not notice?”

Emma’s heart began to race. “I haven’t ever… I mean, I don’t have-”

”You’ve healed Snow when she fell from the rigging. A fall like that should have broken her back.”

“That was luck, she slowed herself by catching some rope.” Zelena shook her head.

“You’ve conjured sunlight during gray days, and when you sing, dolphins and mermaids come near.”

“Mermaids are always seeking pirates to lure to the grave, and dolphins, well…” She swallowed hard. “They think we’ll throw out fish.” The candles in the room seemed to dim.

Even right now, you’re messing with the candle light. You could be a more powerful sorceress than me, even, with the training.” Zelena’s eyes seemed to grow greener, glittering like a cat who caught the canary.

“No, I believe you are mistaken, these are all just coincidences. I don’t even know the first thing abou-”

Zelena shot a bolt of green fire at her, and she flinched, smelling the sulfuric flame that she was sure she’d feel licking her with it’s acid tongue of pain soon. He hands warmed, but nothing bit her with a burning bite. She peeked open one eye. The flame rested before her, held by a white light flooding from her palms, flickering in the cabin. All the candles were out, the green light casting an unearthly shadow over everything, tinging the space emerald. Zelena’s face was a sly smile.

“When would you like to begin your lessons, my darling pet?”

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