if you're still taking prompts, can i request for a captured moment? something about that little moment when for no reason at all you just look at a person and feel a surge of love for them? thanks!
@icapturedkindness, I can’t even remember how long ago you left me this prompt. However long ago it was, I always knew exactly the moment I wanted to write for it, I just never could find the words. Finally, here they are.
It hinged on this moment.
It was such an ordinary one – the two of them on a crowdedtrain car, packed in tight with him standing in front of Emma where she sat, her kneesbetween his legs – but that’s where the magic of it lay. She was smiling up athim, a small thing that quirked at just the corner of her lips, with the sun catchingon the gold flecks of her eyes. Strands of her hair that had fallen loose fromher sloppy bun were sticking to her neck and there was a bead of sweat formingat her temple.
Killian had known that since he met her. It was impossiblenot to notice that about Emma. She was the type of woman men wrote sonnetsabout, epic poems dedicated to the cut of her cheekbones or the grace of herwalk.
And maybe, once, back when they first met, he had thoughtabout what it would be like to kiss her. To walk across town with her hand inhis, to wake up in his bed and find her tucked up beside him, his hand on thesoft skin of her belly.
She had Henry and he was so young when they met, and Emma sowary. She had been unavailable to him, to anyone, in that way. Instead, theirfriendship was formed and built and carefully honed into a thing all its own, athing Killian treasured as highly as the ring that sat at hischest. It had become something Killian wasn’t sure he was willing to yet risk.
But here in this moment, with her smiling up at him, hewondered. He knocked his knee against hers and wondered.
She swayed with the movement and her smile grew as shepressed her knee back into his. She shifted, her knee dragging along the skinat the side of his, and everything around them shifted too. The swelteringheat inside the train car, the caked on layer of grime, the voices of those whosurrounded them, the clack of tracks beneath them, it all faded away, leavingthe two of them there in that moment.
And he wondered if perhaps those long ago thoughts, those long buriedwishes, may yet have life.
