#v. enchanted forest

[piraticalarchive]

Cowardice is not something which easily befalls him - foolishness, however...Black boots take careful steps along the village green, eyes watchful lest his longtime foe catch him unawares. He has yet to find the creature’s secret, the crocodile’s demise, as it were - but ever a man of confidence, Killian is willing to bet he can goad the other man out. The whispered rumors and strangled confirmations coaxed from lips with curved steel assures the pirate that Rumpelstiltskin is indeed here, no doubt intent on ruining someone else the way that he himself was so carelessly tossed aside. 

Fingers wrap around the hilt of his blade, drawing it forth as gaze falls upon the infernal demon in question. “Aye, so we meet again crocodile - “ He is not so daft as to think he has any ounce of hope, but vengeance chases out self preservation - and the instinct to crow all but slips out of the pirate’s throat. “What is it this time, mate? Come to torture another over jealousy for a thing you, yourself,  lost?”

@stilzchen​ s.c

[piraticalwit]

@00110000exe​ one liner s.c

“Apologies, mate... but it’s rather bloody simple, isn’t it? Can you help with what I’ve asked or shall I look elsewhere?”

[piraticalarchive]

“ i find your lack of faith disturbing. ”

Blue eyes glance furtively over to his newest companion, blade already drawn against whatever foe has deemed them worthy enough to face. Gaston was an astounding fighter, aye .. that much the pirate knew. Whether it was rumor or no, was something Killian had a suspicion they were soon to find out.

“Don’t take it personally, mate...” Lips curve upwards in what the pirate can only hope is his most charming grin before gaze returns once more to whatever manner of hell awaits them outside his newest friend’s tavern door. “ ... but I’ve been on the bad side of our ever evil queen before. Its not  a  bloody position I tend to be in again..” 

The sound of rapid footfalls reaches their ears and the pirate captain lets out a groan, curved steel raised lest some manner of beast unleashed catch that unawares. A shadow passes the window and breath leaves him in an exhale. Trolls. Lovely.  “Competition, then?” One brow quirks upwards as the first monster begins its assault on the door, blue eyes glancing furtively over to Gaston before turning from them to the door. “First one to ten, aye? Good luck.”

[piraticalarchive]

“If it were up to you, a decision would never have been made.” from mulan B)

“If it had been up to me, I can bloody guarantee you we’d be anywhere other than tied to a bloody tree.” Another curse followed as he tried once more to free himself, elbow tied to hand in a way that made that feat damn near impossible, He had been in worst straits before, aye ... he just couldn’t think of any at the moment, but another curse towards the woman at his side was all he could currently offer. “Trust me, Killian. I know what I’m doing Killian.” The impersonation was daft, sounding nothing like the lass but the pirate found he couldn’t care less, irritation warring with any ability to seize control. “Bloody hell, mate. Thats the last time I listen to you.”

[hisroyalcharmingness]

“ Ruby, wait.” Fingers grabbed at the edge of her cloak, brows furrowing in an expression of unbridled pleading. The castle ahead of them loomed large but for the moment it was forgotten, blue eyes never straying from his companion’s face. “Regina - The Evil Queen - she’ll be expecting this. Wolf or no, even for you, this would be suicide.”

@autemlunae s.c

[piraticalarchive]

‘  sometimes i’ll start a sentence and i don’t even know where it’s going. i just hope i find it along the way.  ’

Blue eyes blinked at the woman in question, fingers instinctively reaching for the flask at his hip. The newest member aboard his ship was fearsome in her own right, a lioness in a kitten’s skin, as it were. The woman had more than proved that countless times over, but still the meaning of her words eluded him, left him skipping along in her wake like a dolphin trying to glimpse the sunrise, drowning in a meaning that always seemed hidden by an otherwise obvious answer. 

Taking a long sip from the freed flask, curved steel reaching to scratch absent-mindedly at an itch behind one ear, the pirate raised a brow - tongue pressing to the inside of one cheek. “Do you ever stop talking?” The idea was a new one - no man on his ship, be he crew or no, had ever spoken just to hear the sound of his own voice ... and it was with a growing impatience borne of mild respect that Hook shook his head, gesturing at The Doctor. What a bloody strange title .. he doubted he’d ever get used to it. “Apologies, love .. but I’ve never known a lass who could outtalk Smee... and that’s bloody saying something.”

[piraticalarchive]

“A doctor?” One brow quirked at the question, lips curving downwards in a puzzled frown as he leant back, shifting his weight to his heels as if attempting to get a better look at her. “Be that as it may, love ... you certainly look nothing like any healer I’ve ever seen.” The words tasted strange on his tongue, the murmurs running through his crew enough to ensure him it did theirs as well .. and lest some say his courage had failed him, the pirate stepped forward, arms outstretched in a mocking bow even as fingers brushed against the hilt of his sword. “Killian Jones... doctor.”

@seriouslyaliens s.c

[venustusism-blog]

@reginaqueenmills: ( Closed Starter)

      for some reason, in these castle walls, his scar ached like it had when it first healed. he didn’t know what it truly was, maybe it’ll shake off soon. he already felt someone, on edge, as he roamed the halls. he bowed down ‘respectfully’,  ❝my queen...is there a reason that you requested my presence?❞