Here Lies Killian Jo- Wait A Minute
So I just watched Firebird and now I can’t sleep because of all the angst, so to cheer myself up I wrote this cracky mini-fic. Enjoy! Please do not steal this from me or attempt to claim it as your own.
The solemn air saturated the graveyard. The mahogany coffin was surrounded by royals and thieves alike, all wearing black, and all bowing their heads respectfully.
There was no religious figure presiding the service, but simply a prince to a long gone kingdom who called the deceased his ‘mate’.
“No matter how we met Killian Jones, it was always very memorable,” David finished off, his red eyes trying to show levity, knowing his closest friend wouldn’t have wanted a miserable funeral.
Henry clung to Snow’s arm, needing his grandmother’s support right then, not wanting to be a burden on his mom when she could barely hold herself up.
“Emma, would you like to say a few words?” David asked when he was done.
Emma Swan, the Savoir, stepped forward, grief coming off of her in waves.
“My first impression of him was not a good one,” she started, a flick of her lips upwards when she remembered the first time her hands went through his hair when she put a knife to his throat. She quickly banished the memory when she was also reminded of the last time she ran her hands through it. “When it came to journeys and adventures, he was the best person to have around.”
Emma met eyes with Henry, and he nodded at her, encouraging her to go on.
“I’m just lucky we got the adventures that we did get. He was always so resourceful, he was brave, and clever, and-,”
Just then, the coffin burst open revealing Killian Jones sitting up and staring at the crowd.