because they still need to talk about that very important question…
no not THAT important question
“For all the despicable things i’ve said about Wish World me, she did have like really great hair,” Emma says.
She’s back now. Killian recalled how hours ago she poured through a portal into the center of town (everything seems to happen there, really). She was clad in a white, flowing princess dress and ermine wrap. Her hair was crafted into an intricate braid, gold floral pins accenting it like a crown. It was all contrasted with her shockingly red lips, an exquisite look fitting for royalty.
For a moment, he had nothing but silent awe as he admired her. Then-
She was in his arms, clinging to him in a fierce and earnest hug. He knew in an instant that she felt the same gratitude that despite their many separations, each time wondering hopelessly if it was the last, they’d found their way back together once more.
“You are never going to believe where I just was,” She’d babbled.
They’d walked back together to their house, leaving her family, who were mostly attending to a bewildering and somehow resurrected Robin (death seemed to have no old on this town- who knew?). Killian was certain that he’d have time to welcome back his old friend later. For now, he needed to attend to his Swan. As they walked, she spun a story a different realm, where she sang like a cartoon princess in the forest and where he was an old man (”Really Swan? I shan’t believe it! Me old? I’ve retained my youthful glow for over 300 years… I was still devilishly handsome, right?”)
She’d deposited her fairytale dress in a heap the moment she’d walked in the room. Killian had stared after her as she’d crossed the room in a corset, thinking with a smug grin about the possibilities these additions to her wardrobe provided. She’d glared at the offending as she pealed it off and flung it into the the pile, opting instead for the soft flannel pajamas he knew she loved.
Which, had all led up to her curling up on their bed and beginning to unbraid her hair.
“I mean, this is, like, a really good braid. I’m not sure I’ll ever duplicate it,” She says, as she runs her fingers through the strands, loosening the tight weave.
“Your hair is lovely always, Swan,” He replies softly, coming to sit beside her. “Would you like an help?”
She nods and his hands begin to card through her silky locks. She hasn’t been gone long, but he yearns to touch her, to know that she is real. Picking the golden pins out of her hair is the least he can do.
“You’re tired, aren’t you?” He asks, as he finishes his work, wrapping his arms around her and resting his head on her shoulder.
She nods again.
“I can tell,” He says, with a smile as she shakes her hair. Her golden strands, now free of their braid, dancing as they fall into loose, dreamy waves. “Do you want to talk about it first?”
She shakes her head, as she tucks herself into the covers, “Not really, there is a lot to unpack honestly- besides, you know, the part where you were freaky old.”
He rolls his eyes, finding his place beside her in bed.
“You can always talk to me about it,” He says, knowing how fearlessly open she’s learn to become, “Always.”
“I will,” She says, her breath slowing, “I definitely will, just- tomorrow.”
“Aye,” He says, “That’s fine.”
But he can’t let her sleep without asking the question that’s been itching in the back of his mind since the event occurred. It’s not terribly urgent, but he doesn’t want to to pass up the opportunity to ask her, right now- in case anything should separate them again.
“Just one thing, love. Before you sleep. I thought I’d ask about, just incase it comes up again….
What do we do if a genie shows up?”