As part of my “I can’t believe there are people who follow me!” prompt ask, the uber talented seastarved requested that I write a drabble based on Matt Nathanson’s “Come on Get Higher.”
I realize that this is strange and abstract and probably not at all what you had in mind, but this is where my mind is tonight - thanks a lot, Colin O’Liferuiner and your I don’t know what Hook was thinking about (and where the lyrics took me, I suppose.) Hope you like it, Chinx!
drown me in love
There are times when he’s sleeping in the Enchanted Forest, in the depths of the woods, when he thinks he hears her. A throaty, sound that echoes somewhere in the recesses of his mind, his memory.
And in those desperate moments (when he feels like the madman he believes he truly is) he compares the noises and vibrations and syllables to the catalog of words he has come to classify as Emma’s – those that she has stolen from the lips of others and inadvertently claimed as her own.
Good. Handle. Understanding. Hope.
They’re not the same. Every noise he’s heard in this year, this first in a lifetime of heartache (he should be accustomed to), are quiet and flat. They’re whispers and suggestions compared to the body-thrumming, earth moving language of his Swan.
It’s been only weeks and already he feels deaf.
I’m going to pretend that you wrote this for me…
Absolutely I wrote it for you.
That is all. You’ve got until Sunday. You make make it, CS/OUAT fandom. I believe in you!
Always good to have a reminder.
STers: Hook has taken everything. The bug, New York. What’s next? Tallahassee?
CSers: Please. We didn’t say a damn thing when Bagel drove the Jolly Roger.
"Love, are you sure this is where you intended for us to go?” he asks as he unbuttons his shirt further. It’s to the point where even he has acknowledged that the shirt is just standing on formalities.
Emma pushes a damp strand back from her forehead, having long given up on keeping her ponytail in place. “Killian. I lived here for two years. I think that you can handle a few days.”
He had begrudgingly accepted the jeans she had offered him instead of his leathers, but even they seemed to be struggling to keep him cool. “It’s just - you know I’d do anything for you, love,” he concedes. “But I lived in Neverland for three centuries and have never experienced anything quite this…sultry.”
Tallahassee had been Henry’s idea initially, an attempt to explore the life of the woman who was his mother for so short a time, and who had become his mother again. After initial hesitation, Emma warmed (figuratively, in that case) to the idea - part of her newfound resolution to reclaim places and objects of pain, to suck the poison from her wounds.
She glances to where Henry is happily feeding the ducks taking comfort in the waters of Lake Ella, then sidles closer to Killian than is strictly comfortable in this humidity. She tangles he fingers in the necklaces he insists on wearing - even though they are probably not doing him any favors - and pulls his lips to hers.
"I don’t know, pirate," she purrs. "Kind of brings me back. I promise I won’t leave you to perish on this peninsula - unless of course you can’t handle it."
He smirks, “Ah darling. I think we’ve established you’re the one who cannot handle. it.”
“Please,” she pulls back. “We’ll pick this up later. In the air conditioning.”
I have a place where dreams are born and time is never planned.
It’s not on any chart, you must find it with your heart.
Never Never Land.
Can someone please tell me where I can find a knockoff of this dress? JMo looks like a classy Enterprise Commander.
Jennifer and Colin on Good Morning America
10/10 would recommend Colin O’Donoghue
There is something magic between them. They are forced into this situation, wind each other up and then the sparks start flying. If anything were to happen between them, it would certainly be fiery. - Tom Mison