Mini prompt of our earlier discussion, re: Killian, a sword, and Liam's poor jacket.
You sent me this a thousand years ago and i’m so sorry i’m only doing it now!
Also i’m medically induced and haven’t proof read so apologies for the mistakes and unintelligible waffling 😂
Based on this picture from this post
Killian hated waiting for Liam. He always took longer than he said he would, making a point to overdo his captain’s duties and purposely making him wait.
He let out a huff and browsed the captain’s quarters, noticing the small stamps Liam had put on the cabin to make it his own. He was a lucky git to have all this space and privacy- he was proud of his brother and knew how much he wanted this; he’d worked hard enough to get it, and Killian wasn’t far behind him as his Lieutenant… and his cupboard sized dwellings was far better than a hammock in with the crew by any means... but God, what he’d give to have a bit more room.
He was fingering the little trinkets on the sideboard when he spotted the shiny handle of Liam’s new sword. He’d been itching to get his hands on it but Liam hadn’t let him touch it since it was awarded to him, yet here it now stood, glistening in the candlelight and tempting him to reach out and hold it.
Killian didn’t waste any time.
While the brother’s away… he thought as he grasped the handle and lifted it from its hiding place.
It was heavier than he expected. It held a lot more weight to it than his own, so much so that he struggled to draw it from its sheath.
He examined the blade in awe, smooth and incredibly sharp with not a single mark or imperfection on it. He jabbed it forwards gently, testing the feel of it in his hand, becoming accustomed to the excess weight it held.
It was magnificent.
He smiled as he started swishing it back and forth, mimicking a duel with the space around him.
He managed to spin once, keeping a steady grasp which boosted his confidence.
He became cocky. Swish up, jab down, spin, jab to the left, swish and spin-
It was the last movement that caught him.
The sword hit a number of Liam’s trinkets off the sideboard as it glided and his balance became off as he spun, the extra heft of the sword pushing him further than he wanted to go, causing him to almost fall backwards.
He would have done but quick thinking had him using the sword to puncture the chair that appeared as he turned, stopping his descent and keeping him upright.
It was after he’d gained his bearings that he acknowledged the dreaded tearing sound that came from the chair…
Liam’s uniform.
His freshly pressed overcoat now lay draped over the chair back with a six inch tear in it and a sword sticking through it.
Killian didn’t have time to fully address the extent of the damage because Liam’s familiar footsteps were finally heading towards the quarters.
He pried the sword from the chair and shoved it back in its sheath rapidly, placing it back in it’s spot before moving to quickly pick up the fallen trinkets. He breathed out a number of curses as he noticed the crack in his mirror, placing it back and hoping he wouldn’t notice.
Who was he kidding, he was going to notice.
Killian manoeuvred the jacket sleeve over the giant rip just as the cabin door opened. He stood upright and placed himself in front of the broken mirror, hoping he looked as innocent as possible.
“Ah, Killian.” Liam greeted him as he closed the door.
Killian smiled in return, hoping his poker face wouldn’t give away that something had happened.
“You took your time.”
“Well, once you become captain you’ll understand.” Liam poked cheekily.
He made for the chair as Killian's eyes widened, watching with dread as his brother reached for his jacket.
“I want the crew on deck within the hour, we’ve been given new orders i’d like to announce-”
Liam’s voice cut off when his arms slid into his jacket and another awful ripping sound filled the air as the material split as it coated his shoulders.
Killian gulped as Liam took the jacket off in confusion to inspect it.
“Maybe it’s time to lay off the tavern pie’s brother.” Killian joked nervously, suddenly wishing he hadn’t when his captain’s eyes fell on him.
Liam knew just by looking at his little brother’s face that Killian had something to do with this.
“I’ll go round up the crew and get them on deck for you now. No time like the present!” he announced with false cheer as he began to practically run from the room.
“Killian! What did you do! And why is my mirror broken- Killian!! Get back in here! That’s an order!!”
Liam’s hollering followed Killian through the door and down the corridor as he cringed knowing full well that he was in deep trouble.
Worth it! He told himself as he climbed the ladder and got to work.
