cs au week | canon divergence | s3
chapters: 2 | words: 3k | ff.net | ao3
summary: I wrote this during season 3, post ep. 16. It switches between their points of view during the missing year, and important canon moments that lead up to their final fight against Zelena.
A/N: I was inspired to write this after watching The Fountain, and I highly recommend listening to the soundtrack as you read. I just loved the idea of different moments in life pulling you through time, to where you’re meant to be. (Also, this tumblr post contains both chapters). Enjoy!
Part I: Killian
Finish it.
He sat with his back against the trunk of an oak, looking upwards toward the sky, through branches laced together. Rays of gold fluttered through them, across his eyes. He looked up, waiting to feel something, anything, to ease the pain from the loss of her.
Her.
God, how he ached to see her again. She had gone out of his life as quickly as she had entered it, rolling in like a thundering storm, leaving devastation in her wake. Nothing but dark clouds above and a hopeless emptiness inside.
His fingers twirled the bottle between them, rum swirling inside, matching the ebb and flow of his thoughts. He took one final gulp, the amber drink burning down his throat. As hard as he had tried, he was never able to get her out of his mind. No amount of alcohol could stop that.
His gaze panned over the landscape, across mountains, forest, the golden sky. It reminded him of her, the gold of her hair, the green of her eyes, the strength of her heart.
There was no life without her. This, what he had now, was not living. It was just…existing. It was empty and desperate, like the bottle between his fingers.
Finish it.
The door swung open before him, and though his eyes beheld her, his heart could scarcely believe it was really her. A year of searching had brought him here, to this place in the strange land called New York.
“Swan?”
One look into her eyes, and he knew. You’re not dreaming anymore, pirate. She’s here. She’s real.
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