Emma almost doesn’t hear it over the noise of the music and the sound of chatter around her, but she turns and there he is, standing by Dorothy’s empty bar stool and looking just as surprised to see her as she is of him. “What?” she asks, raising her voice to be heard over the din.
Unnecessarily so.
A few others turn to look, some of them seeming to wonder how a human got into a wolf bar, but the Camden wolf has a look on his face like he’s trying to solve a Rubik’s Cube. Then his nostrils flare and his eyes widen, eyebrow raising just a little as the answer comes to him. He takes Dorothy’s seat and makes a motion to the bartender that he’ll have whatever she’s having, then leans in close so Emma can hear him better. “Pretty bit of magic you’ve got there, love. Hell of a hangover though, isn’t it?”
She grins and raises her glass. “No worse than this.”
As she downs the rest of it, the Camden wolf makes another motion – this time, the bartender brings Emma water. She pouts a little (God, she’s definitely drunk if she’s pouting, even at a handsome stranger) but takes a large sip of it anyway. He leans in, close enough to her ear that she feels the warm puffs of air tickle across her skin. “Trying things out the human way? Why not try a human bar?”
Emma rolls her eyes, then winces, having forgotten how well that doesn’t work while even mildly intoxicated. “I’d’ve gotten cut off ages ago for one thing,” she points out, “but I’m not. Friends just took me out to get me out of the apartment for a while. Going kinda nuts.”
This close, even with her dulled senses, she can smell the leather of his jacket and his own unique musk. It’s doing everything short of driving her insane and she squirms a little in her seat to quell the fire building between her legs. If the wolf notices, he doesn’t say anything, just sticks out his hand. “Killian Jones.”
Emma Swan is Killian Jones’ guiding light even when she isn’t his happy ending. She’s the reason he chooses to believe and make himself into a better person, no matter if she’s what he’s fighting for specifically or not. She’s his moral compass, even when she isn’t his True Love. She’s integral to his redemption and it’s no wonder any version of Killian that doesn’t meet her can’t find it in himself to achieve something better. She’s his savior. She’ll always be his savior.
Young deckhand Killian Jones has spent most of
his life serving on a ship of a ruthless captain Silver. He had dreams of
becoming a lieutenant, and eventually
a captain of his own ship. However,
his dreams would have to wait, until his debt to Captain Silver was paid.
Luckily, he befriended some of the more
seasoned crew members, who wanted a better life for their young friend. The perfect occasion
arrived in a form of an open invitation to all bachelors of the kingdom to
attend a ball. Killian
was not thrilled about it, but the thought of being somewhere else, even for a
night seemed appealing enough.
With the help of his fairy godmother, Killian
was ready for the ball in no time. He danced the night away with none other than the princess Emma herself. However,
the night had to end sometime and for him it was with the clock striking midnight.
This meant the spell would be broken
and he would return to his raggedy old self. So, he ran as fast as he could,
not hearing the princess asking him to wait.
What he did not expect was for the kingdom to go on high alert, looking for a young man
who has captured the princess’ heart. He was not the only one who has felt the connection the night of the ball it seems, for he has made an impression on the princess too. Needless to say, they were reunited and were excited to experience the happily ever after together.
CSBB Art for @trueloveseyeroll ‘s amazing ficWhen the Tide Turns. So glad to have worked on this and with you and @theblacksiren! It’s such a fun story with adventure and traveling, and this was my favourite scene, I am a huge softie for emotional hugs lol Go check it out!!
It All Starts With a Dance 