between myself and a swan

anonymous asked:

61 & 87 please!!

61 & 87: I love you. I’m completely and utterly in love with you. Please don’t get married. You were never just my friend.

When she sees Killian again for the first time, Emma is attending the engagement party of her long-time friends, Mary Margaret and David. She hasn’t seen Killian in almost six months, after she made the mistake of sleeping with him (by far the best night of her life). She promptly ran as soon as she woke up, while Killian was still asleep in his bed (by far the worst morning of her life).

It took her just one week to realize how much she screwed up when she ran, but she couldn’t go back. She couldn’t face him again after that disaster of an encounter. So despite their closeness, she just kept running.

Through her job as a bail bondsperson, she took jobs that were farther and farther away, using the job that originally brought her to Storybrooke and her friends and Killian as an excuse to get away from them. She kept in contact with the ones who mattered, let them know when she was back for a quick day or two in that very long stretch of time to see the ones she could.

No one brought up Killian around her, and she didn’t bring up Killian around them, and although it was a stab in the heart every single time she stopped into town, she still preferred to call it her home over every other place she’d ever been.

Now, a half of a year later, here she is on a planned trip back just a few weeks after Mary Margaret had called her in happy hysterics to break the good news. She was elated for her friends, knew that the sweet woman sniffling on the other end of the phone and David were meant to be from the first moment she met them, but there was a pull in her gut at the thought that they were going to be getting married.

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PERSEPHONE  ⇒  DARK SWAN: Also called Kore or Kore Soteira in Megalopolis, the savior maiden. Her name is commonly derived from pherein phonon, “to bring” or “cause death”. She is the daughter of Zeus and the harvest goddess Demeter, and is the queen of the underworld. Homer describes her as the formidable, venerable majestic queen of the shades. 

Persephone as a vegetation goddess and her mother Demeter were the central figures of the Eleusinian mysteries that predated the Olympian pantheon and promised the initiated a more enjoyable prospect after death.

Persephone was abducted by Hades, the god-king of the underworld. The story according to which Persephone spent one part of the year in the lower world, and another with the gods above, made her, even with the ancients, the symbol of vegetation which shoots forth in spring, and the power of which withdraws into the earth at other seasons of the year. Hence Plutarch identifies her with spring. In the mysteries of Eleusis, the return of Kore from the lower world was regarded as the symbol of immortality. In the mystical theories of the Orphics, and what are called the Platonists, Kore is described as the all-pervading goddess of nature, who both produces and destroys everything, and she is therefore mentioned along, or identified with, other mystic divinities, such as Isis, Rhea, Ge, Hestia, Pandora, Artemis, Hecate. 


More headcanon, between the scenes Captain Swan fluff. I can’t help myself.


“So, Swan, show me how this thing works again.”


He favored her with his most disarming grin, showing a flash of teeth and one raised eyebrow. She couldn’t resist it these days, not like she used to, and so he pressed his advantage. Of course it worked. She walked over to him with her hand outstretched.

“Okay, give it here. What are you trying to do?” She frowned down at the cell phone.

He handed it over to her and then crowded in close beside her, his chin close to her cheek and his hand reaching around to point at the screen. “This image here. What is that?” He wasn’t really looking at the phone, not when she was so much more pleasant to watch.

She smirked up at him, but didn’t move away. “It’s a camera.”


“Taking pictures. Here, watch.” She pushed the little drawing and the screen went gray, and then resolved to show the storefront across the street from them. “You get the shot you want and then push this button here.” She demonstrated and the phone made a strange series of sounds and the screen turned black, and then the image appeared again. “See?”

He took the phone from her and studied it. “Can I use this for people, too?”

“Sure. For anything, as long as the light is good.”

He moved in front of her and positioned the camera in front of her face.

“Hook, what are you doing? No!”

“You said…”

“No, not of me. I don’t like having my picture taken.”

“Why on earth not? You’re by far the fairest sight in this town.”

She studied him, her expression softening. “How about we take one of you?”


She took the phone, pushed all the right buttons, and then showed him the result.

Hook frowned at it. “Is that really how I appear?”

Emma craned her head around to look at the display. “It’s not bad. Pictures are kind of weird like that, and it takes a few tries to get it right.”

“Will you take one with me?”  He was afraid she would decline, but after considering it for a moment, she nodded and stood beside him. She took the phone and held it in front of them as far as her arm could reach. Hook wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her in close. Her thumb moved and the phone made the strange noises and it was done.

Emma gazed at the image. “Killian, you were supposed to look at the camera.”

He snagged the phone up from her and saw the picture of the two of them, Emma’s glowing face smiling out and his own face in profile, looking at her in open adoration.  He wrapped his fingers tightly around it and felt around for his coat pocket, depositing it there.

“Don’t you want to try again?” she asked him.

“It’s fine,” he said.

Emma reached into her pocket and produced her own phone. “Just one more picture,” she said, “You take it this time.” She moved in close and he felt her arm reach around his waist. He pulled her to him, reached out his arm, and pressed the button.

Candles, drink, a starry night and a warm fire had their places in his world, but he decided that modern technology could be quite romantic as well.


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