the pursuit — a cs ff

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For the effervescent @captain–kitten, and her Pirate Emma and Prince Killian manip.

Ann is flawless. She has two Fendi purses and a silver Lexus. I hear her hair’s insured for
$10,000. I hear she does car commercials…in Japan.
Her favorite movie is The Empire Strikes Back. One time she met Colin O’Donoghue on a plane…and
he told her she was pretty.

One time she punched me in the face…it was awesome.

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The Pursuit

“Have you ever killed anyone?”

He looked over at her, defiance blazing in his eyes. Emma traced the careless stubble dusting across his jaw and down his throat as he thrust his chin up without a word, the cords in his neck taut as he continued his silent stand-off. She sighed heavily, amused at his noncompliance. She’d had more difficult prisoners, of course, though none quite so rich.

Nor quite so handsome. Her crew had begged her to leave him be, that a royal headache would only thwart her plans, but in that moment when she’d held a stiletto to his throat and laughed at his sad threats, something about the way his eyes had shone with a fierce and desperate light had resonated deep within her. She wished to know what drove him, what could possibly be so important to a spoiled little princeling that he would risk his pretty face in pursuit of the most dangerous demon ever to slither across the realm.

So she’d taken him, plundered his shiny new sloop-of-war–so fresh the paint had yet to earn the salty weathering of a few good turns across the sea–and tossed him into her quarters, the key hanging on the chain she wore around her neck the only way in or out. None could visit her prisoner, none; she did not wish for any to feel sorry for the handsome and debonair man who was foolish enough to allow himself to be caught, did not want her crew to fall victim to this manchild, to this fine example of a life lived without strife or hardship. One who might offer a pirate their weight in gold in exchange for his freedom. Not that she doubted her crew’s loyalty, but she did not wish to tempt fate.

No, Captain Swan would be the one to visit him. Her heart was already hard; she’d never fall to the honeyed words and empty promises of a man. Never again.

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