#sailstherealms

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In the days after banishing Rumple from town, Belle had become a touch reclusive, avoiding the others in town. It was worse with the ‘heroes’ as they all knew what she’d done and hearing any sort of sympathy felt like a lie. She’d stopped showing up at the diner, or eating all together, instead immersing herself in work at the library.

Today had been different, she’d eventually ventured out to the pawn shop, a small part of her wanting to go through what else Rumple had hoarded that didn’t belong to him. Returning everything in the shop to the rightful owner seemed a good redeeming activity.

Her fingers were trailing down the page of a catalog when the bell over the door chimed, Belle glancing up quickly to see Killian cautiously glancing around the space. “Ah-- Hello, wasn’t expecting anyone to come by.” she muttered quickly, trying to apologize for the mess.

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“ i thought i was clear! ”

‘start an argument’ starters

“Well obviously not! Maybe you were too drunk to get your point across!”

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( a feud of two kingdoms )

           Growing up in the Enchanted Forest with her mother and father, Snow White and Prince Charming, she was readying herself to eventually become Queen when her mother stepped down. She spent her time learning about the manners and expectations of a Princess, so that her transition to Queen would be a smooth one. Due to this, she looked up to her parents a lot for guidance and for stability. She trusted them, and knew that anything they did would be for the good of the kingdom and those around them. That's why when her mother told her of the disagreement happening between them and another smaller kingdom not too far from here, she immediately started coming up with solutions. No matter what she said, they had already thought of it and tried it themselves. It wasn't until then that Emma knew they weren't coming to her for advice, but for a favor. She'd grown up believing that you should always marry for love, and not to settle for anything less. That's how her parent's met, and she told herself that when the time came to choose between love and duty, she would choose love. That's why she never imagined that her own mother would come to her wanting her to marry to save a dying alliance. Snow assured her that if she didn't end up loving this man than they would consider another solution, but it was all or nothing right now. It was the nice way of her saying, 'You're our only hope'.

             Her parents had done so much for her, she had to repay them somehow. They needed this to continue trade and to keep a dying alliance alive between kingdoms. She would do this for them, if it was the last thing she would do. Emma hadn't heard much about this mysterious kingdom across the water. Her parents did like to include her in any negative attention the kingdom was getting, because they were often able to handle it without much fuss. However, this time they needed her and she would be there for them. All she knew was that she would soon be wed to a nice Prince in line for the throne named Liam, who also happened to have a younger brother named Killian (second in line for the throne). Emma feared their first meeting as they sailed closer and closer to this kingdom. Not knowing a man you were soon to wed was risky business, but it had to be done. And who knows, perhaps she would end up meeting a nice, stand-up guy. She had to have hope... she couldn't live without it. They soon sailed into port at the nearby kingdom, and it didn't seem too small, or too big. It was an average size for a kingdom with trading partner's, such as themselves. They were welcomed ceremoniously and with respect by most of the subjects. They were still in a feud, but they were also there to fix it and show that they were still their allies. Soon, they found themselves walking the halls of the palace, and her breath began to quicken as she tried to suppress her fear. This could easily be her new home. It was a strange thought, yet an exciting one. There to greet them was the King and Queen, Liam and his younger brother Killian. Emma wasn't quite sure which was which, due to the fact she never met either of them before, but a handsome blue-eyed, dark haired royal seemed to catch her eye. She smiled lightly in his direction as they made their way up the steps of the palace.

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“ was it worth it? ”

“Very!” Emma shot back at Killian, her arms crossed over her chest. “It was worth every damn second of it. Whether you agree with it or not.”

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'a moment of weakness' [whoever you want to play]

My muse is having a vivid nightmare and is crying out in their sleep.

Emma shifted, her legs twisted in between the sheets, clinging to the edge of the bed as she continued to writhe.

“No! No please, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please don’t leave me, I’m sorry!”

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              Sitting on the cold hard floor of the cell he had been thrown into weeks ago, the pirate captain lifted his head, letting it rest against the wall behind him as he scratched lightly under the cuffs that bound his wrists and ankles. Cuffs that had more reinforcement to his imprisonment with the chains that connected to each one of them and welded at the very end to a spot in the middle of the cell. Escape was meant to be more difficult if not at all. Yet within the first couple hours he had already unbound one ankle, the cuff laying open on the hardened floor was indication of that. Though that is where he stopped, escape wasn’t high on his list at the moment. No, he waited and looked for possible means of weaknesses that he could use against the wolf pack to have them as his weapons. Even one wolf would do.

              A smirk played slowly over his lips as his oceanic remained locked upon the queen wolf sense the moment she wondered down into the dungeons and was within eye shot. she had given some sort of threat to make him talk of his motivations of why he had sought out her family, to which he replied with a dark laugh that she should stop pretending. Two words that caused her to sneer after short hesitation, a small almost unnoticed result that he had noted and took pleasure in.

              “Oh, darling, it’s so painfully obvious to one with a reputation of being cutthroat such as I.”Killian began in his response as he not rested his arms upon his knees, eyes never leaving her. “Your attempts of being menacing have not weight behind them, you don’t wish to be ruthless. Your pack may not challenge you…” he gave a small pause for a dramatic touch, “yet. But I would not doubt in the least if they see it too. The uncomfortable air that surrounds you when you force yourself to try to be.” he tried to contain his laughter, at first, but it soon was heard within the last few words he spoke.

          The issue Red had always had with attempting to fill Anita’s shoes was that she was much too understanding, trying to appeal to her pack as an equal instead of a superior. That, however, was not how wolves behaved; the leader ought to have complete control over her underlings, and though the wolves obeyed her, it was obvious the daughter of their former alpha had difficulties giving them the structure that Anita had. 

          ❝ Perhaps I’m not cutthroat, but my pack respects me. ❞ Red couldn’t say whether or not that was true with any degree of certainty, but she kept the doubt from seeping into her tone. Doubt would give the knave something to feed off of, and the she-wolf refused to give the man any ammunition.

          ❝ If they wanted to challenge me, they could kill you. It’s only by my order that you aren’t dead. ❞ Though Red had tried to instill a sense of acceptance among the pack, there were still many who held to the old creed: humans were dangerous and should be destroyed. Even those who had changed their views of human beings were decidedly uncomfortable with the man in their den. True, he was no threat to the powerful wolves, but the way they looked at him -- with a fire in their eyes and a burning desire in their gut -- told of their wishes to dispose of him. ❝ So, you have two options: you can continue to keep your intentions from us, I can become increasingly frustrated before I finally let the others tear you limb from limb, or you can tell us the truth and we’ll let you go on your merry way. ❞

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              As he shifted uncomfortably and winced at the movement made as his ribs cry out in pain due to a couple of them were still broken. This was the first day, since being a somewhat prisoner in the hospital, that he was outside, supervised of course. Killian was highly pleased with that fact that Emma’s father, had asked Ruby to keep on eye on him that day. Even more to his pleasure she had let him go to the docks, where they both now sat on a bench off the pier. Reaching into his leather coat to retrieve his flask, he took a swig and then handed it towards her direction, requesting to know what she was thinking as she was being more quite than usual.

              The answer she gave seemed rather ridiculous to him, as did her inquiry if he believed it possible or even if he deserved it. Giving a smug grunt as he took back the flask and took another swig, something told him that this wasn’t about him. “For someone like me that spent centuries reveling in m’own bloodlust? No, I doubt such an endeavor is possible.” there was a equally smug tone to the smirk upon his lips. Like he was proud of the reputation of being a notoriously cutthroat pirate threw out the realms.

              Oceanic orbs focused on the slow roll of waves out int he harbor from the ocean drifting in. His gaze soon fell, falling onto the neck of the flask that he soon pressed the cork back into, sealing it up before his gaze lifted again and locked upon the waters once more, the smug smirk faded slowly. “Someone like you however, that is a different answer entirely.” he whispered meaningfully.

          The years hadn’t changed the pirate, that much was clear, but Red had always seen a hidden softness in him, even if Killian was not keen to let such parts of himself show. It was why she’d released him in the first place, though she’d often wondered if that had been the wisest move. Whether or not he continued on his path for vengeance, Ruby hadn’t asked, but from the way he spoke now, she could venture a guess and would more likely than not be correct in it.

          ❝ And now? ❞ she asked, her eyes still trained forward, emerald orbs taking in the vast calmness of the sea.  ❝ Are you still out for blood? ❞ Surprisingly, there was no judgement in her tone, the she-wolf fully aware that desire for revenge could have easily been her own path, had she been a different person. Anger, after all, was easier to face than pain -- and the brunette had had much pain in her life, as much as Killian. They’d both taken different courses to deal with it, and she wouldn’t begrudge him his choice, if only because she knew there was more to him.

          The change in his tone made her eyes shift from the soothing roll of waves to azure tinted orbs -- a near perfect match to the color of the sea rolling into the pier.  ❝ We were never much different, you know. ❞ From the moment they’d met, the pirate chained in one of the den’s cages, she’d seen the pain in his eyes -- one that mirrored hers almost identically.  ❝ We took different paths to cope with our losses. I don’t think what you’ve done is excusable ... but I don’t think what I’ve done is either. ❞ Though what she had done -- killing the hunters and Peter while not in control of her faculties and accidentally murdering her own mother -- was hardly in the same vein as what Killian had, she hardly believed either of them deserved redemption, no matter how different their situations had been.