Summary: Killian Jones was brought over from the Enchanted Forest along with the rest of its inhabitants by the Dark Curse. He took up residence as a florist, tending to flowers being the only thing that helps calm his haunted memories. That is, until he meets Emma Swan.
Rating: F FOR FEELINGSSSSSSSSSS *gross sobbing*
A/N: Thank you to gravityshipsus for the unintentional idea for this chapter. And to that-first-glance-feeling, imhookedonaswan, evil—isnt—born and swansweetheart for being unintentional accomplices to this. <333 Sorry not sorry for the pain.
EDIT: Chapter 1 here. Ao3 here.
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen’s are,
At random from the truth vainly express’d;
For I have sworn thee fair and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
~ William Shakespeare, Sonnet 147
She could feel the blade through her shoulder, then it wasn’t.
Numbing pain drifting through her chest.
The world was spinning, and she was falling. She hadn’t realized she hit the ground until she could feel it under her. See the stars dimming above her. Thats odd, she could’ve sworn it was daytime.