Post by Killian "Captain Nook" Jones on May 18, 2020 20:52:45 GMT -5
"Yes Starfish I... yes I know you're excited... I..." Killian chuckled as his daughter prattled excitedly on the phone, not allowing her father to get a word in edgewise. "Well I appreciate the invite, but Regina and Ella will probably be better companions for this venture. All I know is that the blasted gown is supposed to be white!" That got her giggling, Neptune he loved the sound of Alice's happiness.
"Me? Well, I'm at Granny's... the one in downtown Storybrook." He specified, as numerous chains had popped up around the converged realms. Lucrative business for Mrs. Lucas. "I'm about to order something before-... oh no, that's fine. Well that's very sweet of Robin, but I'm perfectly capable of entertaining myself for a day. Yes. I love you too." He huffed in amusement before closing his phone and putting it in his deep leather pocket.
Granny looked up from her work, smiling.
"The bride-to-be is a mite excited." Killian breathed with a smirk. Granny nodded, then came over to him, placing a big stack of pancakes and bacon in front of him. Hook blinked. "Um...Granny. I don't recall ordering this... decadence."
Granny looked at him like he had sprouted fairy wings... and then she laughed, placing a hand on her cheek. "Oh Captain Nook, I'm sorry. Real Hook always loves his pancakes. I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have assumed..."
Killian grinned, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. He clenched his jaw and took a breath before replying. "It's alright. Happens all the time. 'Mr. Jones' is fine, as I haven't commanded a vessel in nearly a decade..." He pushed the pancakes back towards her. "But I have been on the other side of obesity and would prefer to keep my trim figure. Egg whites, Canadian bacon slices, and a fruit cup would be divine. Thanks love." Granny gave a guarded look, frustrated to be taking the stack back, but nodded.
He didn't fare much better on the streets... twice he was stopped, asked how his daughter was doing. He was halted by the time he mentioned the wedding coming up... as the conversationalists thought they were talking to a different Killian Jones... and about an infant daughter. Killian walked up the stoop of the Storybrook Inn, treaded through the dim halls to his room and closed the door.
Opening the shutters of his window, he took a deep breath of the morning air... only to see the Jolly Roger at the dock in the distance. But it wasn't his Jolly Roger. Killian immediately shut the window with a grumble and flopped onto the full sized bed. He grabbed a newspaper, which was outrageously thick now that it covered news all over the realms bound to Storybrook...and continued looking at "houses for sale." He thought it would make a rather nice wedding present for Alice and Robin... possibly a halfway point between Wonderland and Storybrooke... although Realm Jumpers made the commute rather easy. Perhaps it wasn't a good idea after all. He turned a few pages to try and find the water sports section...only to doze off...
His last conscious thought was the relief he would feel once the Wedding was over and he could return to the enchanted... or A enchanted forest...to what was normal and felt right. Sights and smells that were familiar... and the never-ending adventures and wonder that kept the old man feeling truly young at heart...not just in his skin. He drifted, faintly smelling the salt in the air coming in from the docks. It reminded him of his seaside dwelling, not fit for a self-respecting individual, but at least there was nice, supple company...that would come at his call and beckon. A vision of loveliness...but more than that... a comforting... friendly face...
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'If you want to see the path you must take, there is only one way...'
"I can't... see... anything!...It's nothing but a jumble..." Killian said frantically, to the whirlwind of destiny and chance storming around them. He looked down at his hands, clutching someone else's, as her power oozed into his being. He wanted to let go, step back, but his golden scaly hands imprisoned her wrists. He was afraid he would snap them off.
'The future is a puzzle with many pieces to be sorted. In time, you will learn to separate what can be from what will be...'
Killian let out a gasp as the chaotic storm intensified, it was inside yet around him. Blurry mirages waved before his gaze, even though his eyes were braced shut...
And then one clear image, among coiling golden threads of destiny converging and then diverting.
A creature of the sea, once filled with magic and power, now lifeless and pale. Her tail and scales..a wreckage of gore, dashed upon jagged shoals. Her hair, crudely chopped. What's left is a mess across her face. Once aqua-blue eyes, forevermore grey, peeking between blood-red tresses...
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"Ariel!"
Killian's eyes snapped open, his one hand reflexively grabbing at his racing heart.
No. Not his heart. Rumplestiltskin's heart. The Dark One's heart.
He sat up in the bed, clothes sticking to his damp body. Not a day went by that he wasn't thankful for Rumple's sacrifice; it saved his life and allowed father and daughter to finally find a happy new beginning...but it was still a foreign heart. Killian could feel it.
Was it possible that some of the magic still lingered? Not as the dark one... but the abilities that Rumple acquired... as Regina had? Rumple had been a conduit for great magic even without the dagger. Was his heart enough to pass it on to another? It was a ludicrous thought, and yet the dream had been so vivid. No. Not a dream. A memory. And if there was any chance of that vision being prophetic...
Killian immediately jumped out of bed, pulled on his boots and grabbed his coat. He had to find a Realm Jumping Transit fast.
"Oh hey there, Captain Hook! How's the little baby Ho-" A guest started, blocking Killian's way to the lobby door.
"NOT ME MATE, NOW MOVE OUT OF THE BLOODY WAY!" the pirate barked, shoving past them.
He expected his thick boot to come down on porch inn stairs, but he fell, unable to get out a surprised yell before purple mist swirled around him. He landed face down...on damp rock and sand??? His squinting eyes slowly widened to his surroundings, recognizing his shabby sea-side dwelling. He was in the Wish Realm? But how?! He didn't even make it to a Realm Jumper...
The heart.
Hook got up and frantically groped for the conch upon its perch. He put it to his trembling lips, and sounded the horn.
"Me? Well, I'm at Granny's... the one in downtown Storybrook." He specified, as numerous chains had popped up around the converged realms. Lucrative business for Mrs. Lucas. "I'm about to order something before-... oh no, that's fine. Well that's very sweet of Robin, but I'm perfectly capable of entertaining myself for a day. Yes. I love you too." He huffed in amusement before closing his phone and putting it in his deep leather pocket.
Granny looked up from her work, smiling.
"The bride-to-be is a mite excited." Killian breathed with a smirk. Granny nodded, then came over to him, placing a big stack of pancakes and bacon in front of him. Hook blinked. "Um...Granny. I don't recall ordering this... decadence."
Granny looked at him like he had sprouted fairy wings... and then she laughed, placing a hand on her cheek. "Oh Captain Nook, I'm sorry. Real Hook always loves his pancakes. I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have assumed..."
Killian grinned, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. He clenched his jaw and took a breath before replying. "It's alright. Happens all the time. 'Mr. Jones' is fine, as I haven't commanded a vessel in nearly a decade..." He pushed the pancakes back towards her. "But I have been on the other side of obesity and would prefer to keep my trim figure. Egg whites, Canadian bacon slices, and a fruit cup would be divine. Thanks love." Granny gave a guarded look, frustrated to be taking the stack back, but nodded.
He didn't fare much better on the streets... twice he was stopped, asked how his daughter was doing. He was halted by the time he mentioned the wedding coming up... as the conversationalists thought they were talking to a different Killian Jones... and about an infant daughter. Killian walked up the stoop of the Storybrook Inn, treaded through the dim halls to his room and closed the door.
Opening the shutters of his window, he took a deep breath of the morning air... only to see the Jolly Roger at the dock in the distance. But it wasn't his Jolly Roger. Killian immediately shut the window with a grumble and flopped onto the full sized bed. He grabbed a newspaper, which was outrageously thick now that it covered news all over the realms bound to Storybrook...and continued looking at "houses for sale." He thought it would make a rather nice wedding present for Alice and Robin... possibly a halfway point between Wonderland and Storybrooke... although Realm Jumpers made the commute rather easy. Perhaps it wasn't a good idea after all. He turned a few pages to try and find the water sports section...only to doze off...
His last conscious thought was the relief he would feel once the Wedding was over and he could return to the enchanted... or A enchanted forest...to what was normal and felt right. Sights and smells that were familiar... and the never-ending adventures and wonder that kept the old man feeling truly young at heart...not just in his skin. He drifted, faintly smelling the salt in the air coming in from the docks. It reminded him of his seaside dwelling, not fit for a self-respecting individual, but at least there was nice, supple company...that would come at his call and beckon. A vision of loveliness...but more than that... a comforting... friendly face...
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'If you want to see the path you must take, there is only one way...'
"I can't... see... anything!...It's nothing but a jumble..." Killian said frantically, to the whirlwind of destiny and chance storming around them. He looked down at his hands, clutching someone else's, as her power oozed into his being. He wanted to let go, step back, but his golden scaly hands imprisoned her wrists. He was afraid he would snap them off.
'The future is a puzzle with many pieces to be sorted. In time, you will learn to separate what can be from what will be...'
Killian let out a gasp as the chaotic storm intensified, it was inside yet around him. Blurry mirages waved before his gaze, even though his eyes were braced shut...
And then one clear image, among coiling golden threads of destiny converging and then diverting.
A creature of the sea, once filled with magic and power, now lifeless and pale. Her tail and scales..a wreckage of gore, dashed upon jagged shoals. Her hair, crudely chopped. What's left is a mess across her face. Once aqua-blue eyes, forevermore grey, peeking between blood-red tresses...
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"Ariel!"
Killian's eyes snapped open, his one hand reflexively grabbing at his racing heart.
No. Not his heart. Rumplestiltskin's heart. The Dark One's heart.
He sat up in the bed, clothes sticking to his damp body. Not a day went by that he wasn't thankful for Rumple's sacrifice; it saved his life and allowed father and daughter to finally find a happy new beginning...but it was still a foreign heart. Killian could feel it.
Was it possible that some of the magic still lingered? Not as the dark one... but the abilities that Rumple acquired... as Regina had? Rumple had been a conduit for great magic even without the dagger. Was his heart enough to pass it on to another? It was a ludicrous thought, and yet the dream had been so vivid. No. Not a dream. A memory. And if there was any chance of that vision being prophetic...
Killian immediately jumped out of bed, pulled on his boots and grabbed his coat. He had to find a Realm Jumping Transit fast.
"Oh hey there, Captain Hook! How's the little baby Ho-" A guest started, blocking Killian's way to the lobby door.
"NOT ME MATE, NOW MOVE OUT OF THE BLOODY WAY!" the pirate barked, shoving past them.
He expected his thick boot to come down on porch inn stairs, but he fell, unable to get out a surprised yell before purple mist swirled around him. He landed face down...on damp rock and sand??? His squinting eyes slowly widened to his surroundings, recognizing his shabby sea-side dwelling. He was in the Wish Realm? But how?! He didn't even make it to a Realm Jumper...
The heart.
Hook got up and frantically groped for the conch upon its perch. He put it to his trembling lips, and sounded the horn.