My darling. I’m waiting for you. How long is the day in the dark? Or a week? The fire is gone, and I’m horribly cold. I really should drag myself outside but then there’d be the sun. I’m afraid I waste the light on the paintings, not writing these words. We die. We die rich with lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we’ve entered and swum up like rivers. Fears we’ve hidden in - like this wretched cave. I want all this marked on my body. Where the real countries are. Not boundaries drawn on maps with the names of powerful men. I know you’ll come carry me out to the Palace of Winds. That’s what I’ve wanted: to walk in such a place with you. With friends, on an earth without maps. The lamp has gone out and I’m writing in the darkness.
FINALLY!! I finished :D Sorry it took so long and I really hope it was worth the wait :) FEEL FREE to leave feedback.
A woman living at the Sanctuary goes to try and convince Negan to take her in as a wife.
You put the finishing touches on your face and fluffed
your hair as best you could. You gathered you looked as good as you possibly could
in such dire times as this. Letting out a sigh, you run your hands down your
sides and smooth out the dress you were currently wearing. It was light blue
with short sleeves, that hugged your body down to your waist then flowed out at
the hips, stopping about mid-thigh. The top had a scooped neck which bared just
enough cleavage. It wasn’t the most tempting dress, but there were such slim
pickings at the commissary. Hell, you were surprised they even HAD dresses. Not
the most practical attire during the zombie apocalypse. Neither were the lacy
black boy shorts and matching bra you were wearing underneath.
This is Mari’s room before and after~ (note that it might still change in the final version of the game)
While mapping the attic I improved and ended up changing the initial style of the game!
I decided to remake Marinette’s room because I had enough maps to start acctually programming the game but when I got to this one (since it was the first map created for the game, and I didn’t have as much experience) it was giving me way too much trouble because I had too many useless tiles and events occupying too much space, which I need for actual events on the map!
It was way too confusing and I was just starting out so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ we learn with our mistakes and I’m glad the development has been going well!
I like this version much better and even though it’s still unfinished at least I’ll be able to continue with the programming with solid maps!
That lamp was making me so mad with it’s weird prespective though hnng ( ≧Д≦)
Aaaand to finish off this update, I just want to thank you so much for the support! I’ll gladly keep working on the game ( * •̀ᴗ•́*)و ̑̑
“My darling. I’m waiting for you. How long is the day in the dark? Or a week? The fire is gone, and I’m horribly cold. I really should drag myself outside but then there’d be the sun. I’m afraid I waste the light on the paintings, not writing these words. We die. We die rich with lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we’ve entered and swum up like rivers. Fears we’ve hidden in - like this wretched cave. I want all this marked on my body. We are the real countries. Not boundaries drawn on maps with the names of powerful men. I know you’ll come carry me out to the Palace of Winds. That’s what I’ve wanted: to walk in such a place with you. With friends, on an earth without maps. The lamp has gone out and I’m writing in the darkness.”
The Iconic Final Scene Of “The English Patient”,1996,Directed By Anthony Minghella
When Killian asked you to marry him, never in a million years would you imagine yourself on the Jolly Roger sailing the oceans in search of the fountain of youth. As much as you didn’t want to go, Killian didn’t want to go either. He wants to keep you as far away from the pirate lifestyle for as long as he could but when he was commissioned to do this job, he couldn’t refuse such an offer. Being just married you begged to tag along, a honeymoon of sorts you complied.
“Captain, we have eyes on another ship.” one of the crew members calls up.
You and Killian are standing on the top deck overlooking the entire crew. Mostly consisting of young men whose lives are indentured to servitude, your crew is attentive. Killian extends his telescope and looks at the other ship which is gaining ground.
“We wait ‘till nightfall. Savvy?” he answers his crew.
Turning to you, he looks intently at you trying to decipher what your thought are. He knew at first that the prate life wasn’t to your liking, but little did he know that it was growing on you. You love the fancy costumes and the constant adventure. It isn’t every day that you get to order around a whole crew of people and search for a hidden treasure. As every day passes he feels more guilty for dragging you out here.
“What do you think?”
“You made the right call. From the looks of it they are heading southwest and we want to be going,” you pull out the compass that is chained to your leather jacket “ Northwest.”
“Aye.” his jaw clenches.
Returning back to the open waters as the sky starts to diffuse into radiant colors, you walk down the steps towards the slovenly members of the crew. Whenever you approach on of them they straighten up and refuse to look you in the eye, in fear of upsetting the captain.
“Boys get some rest, we move at sun down. Higgins please keep an eye out for me. “ you order.
Turning on the heel of your leather thigh high boots you grin as you trail back up the stairs. Upon entering the wooden doors of the captain’s quarters you sigh and close the doors tightly behind you. When you peer up you see your husband slouched in a chair, swirling a glass of rum with his hand and a distraught expression evident.
“What’s the matter dear?” you walk over to him and lightly sit on his knee.
“We have been out here for so long. I never wanted it to be this way.” His pours the liquid down his throat.
The candles flicker softly as the boat rocks back and fourth on the uneven waters. You could tell that he is tense and worried, nothing that was out of the ordinary. Delicately you snake one of your hands on his shoulder and gently begin to knead the tension away.
“No need to be so tense Killian, I don’t mind really. I kind of like it honestly.” you place a soft kiss to his jaw.
He removes the hat that rests crookedly on your head, his calloused fingers brushing against your cheeks bone as he moves a stray strain of hair from your face. He would never admit it but his favorite part of you is you eyes. He sees a fire in them that he has never seen in anyone else, a fire so strong that it could warm the heart of anyone you look at. You feel the cold air hit your shoulder as hook slides down your jacket. His soft lips connect with your warm skin, he gently trails up to the back of yours neck.
“Hook.” you grin knowing that he secretly loves when you call him that.
You spin around on your feet, taking his hand in yours. His vehement eyes stare back at you behind smudged eyeliner. He follows in your footsteps and stands up right, his gaze never breaking yours. When he kisses you its like an electric spark, all the tension is released the moment your lips lock. You hand firmly rests on his chest, your fingers curling against the trimmed hair.
“Captain.” you whisper in his ear.
“I love you.”
“I love you too (y/n).”
The two of you go back to your from activities. Your chest begin to rise and fell rapidly as you two kiss desperately. Not since you wedding night have you two had a moment alone, and this served as a perfect time to be alone. The floor boards creek underneath your feet as you shift your weight a little. Running over to the bed you bounce on the silk covered sheets, tucking your feet under you as you giggle. Killian dominantly strides over to you as takes another good look at you. Taking in your beauty, he finds the genuine happiness in your life together. His fingers swiftly unbutton the top three buttons of your shirt.
“Captain!” someone pounds on the door.
You sigh as he hangs his head in disappointment. He turns around and heads out of the cabin, strapping on his sword on the way you. Collecting yourself you swing your coat back onto your shoulders. once you open the door you see Killian hunched over a map underneath a burning lamp. The crew awaits orders from their eager captain. Buttoning up your frilly blouse you stand next to Killian pressing your hip into his leg.
“Where to next captain?” you read the map.
“You tell me love.” he hands you the map.
Looking at it you examine the delicate drawings that are printed on the map. Only a few of the details of the terrain could be made out. You rack your memory as to where this could be, that is until you recognize one of the points on the map. When you and Killian first started dating, you met in Neverland. Your first kiss was on a high cliff overlooking a cave.
“Hook, it’s Neverland!” you gasp.
“Off to Neverland! Hoist the colors!” he grins, places a kiss on your lips to your surprise.
The crew busies themselves with work as Killian takes his spot behind the wheel. The same fire in his eyes that you saw when you first met is now blazing as he fixes his gaze on the path to Neverland. You stand next to Killian who is steering the ship, you watch out for any other ships that would impede your trip. The stars gleam down upon you lighting up the way.
“Welcome to Neverland boys!” you call out to the crew.
Upon entering the island of Neverland, an eerie silence falls upon the crew, Many of them have been lost for years, you could tell by the absentminded stares which ones could hear Pan’s flute.
“Watch out lads, Peter is bound to be near. Remember, a dead man tells no tales.”
You stick close to Killian knowing what kind of power Peter has. You were once a lost girl, saved by Killian who is our home. Killian has proved time again that the home isn’t a place but rather a feeling. You grasp the metal hand guard on your sword tightly as you make you way through the dense forrest of Neverland.
“You have the chalices?” you ask.
“Higgins has them in his bag.”
“What about the mermaid’s tear captain?” a young boy asks.
“(y/n) is an old friend of the mermaids.” Hook answers back.
The lagoon is calm, almost too calm for the shores of Neverland. When you swam here years ago, the waves would always crash above your head. Softly singing, you place your hand into the salty water. Your melodious voice beckons the mermaids to the shore because no matter who is singing, they can’t resist the sound of music. It acts as a universal call for them. The crew quivers in the back as mermaids start to swim up to the shore. These girls ave long hair and shiny tails and scales litter their alabaster skin.
“(y/n) what brings you to the lagoon?” your friend asks eyeing one of the sailors in the back.
“Aqua de Vita.”
“Say no more. “
The mermaid disappears back into the foamy water, the sound of the gulls echoing in the distance. The smell of salt fills your lungs as you await the arrival of your friend. You peer back at Killian with assuring eyes, and turn back to the water as you hear a splash. Your friend hands you a little vial and gives you a stern look.
“Don’t waste it.” she flips back into the water and swims away.
Returning the vial back to your hopeful husband, he smiles looking at the cloudy liquid. He signals for the rest of the crew to head forward but then stops as he hears muffled whispers from behind the tall palm trees.
“Everyone quiet.” he calls out drawing his sword from his belt.
You also draw your sword from the inside of your jacket and told your hat back so you have a better view. Everything is silent for a few seconds before Peter emerges out of the brush. He has his eyebrow raised paired with a cocky expression plastered on his face.
“Greetings. Hook what a surprise. (y/n) always a pleasure to see you love.” he walks past you. “So what brings you to my island?”
“Can’t a man enjoy an island with a few of his friends?” he jokes.
Out of the corner of your eye you see one of lost boys inching up to you, a knife tucked away in his hand. Trying to to make any sudden movement, you move your sword toward him signaling him to back off. When he doesn’t get the memo you step closer to Killian who now is clued in to what is happening.
“Back off the lass would ya!” he points a finger toward the boy.
After that all hell breaks loose as the sounds of swords hitting each other fill the air. You are faced with your long time foe Felix, and to your back is Killian dueling Peter Pan.
“1″ you call out.
“2″ he answers.
“3″ you both say as you switch places.
You swipe you sword at Peter nicking his side which causing his to grab the wound.
“I don’t fight invalids.” Killian sighs shaking his head at the lost boy.
Hitting his with the butt of the sword he knocks the boy down to his feet and concentrates back to Peter Pan.
“(y/n)!” she says, concern laced in his voice.
“Yes?” you huff ducking from a sword that was song above your head.
He grabs your hand and pulls you into his body, colliding his lips with yours.
“What was that for?”
Peter limps off back into the brush leaving your crew mostly unharmed and intact. You open your compass and it points toward Killian, exactly what your heart is looking for.
[Author’s note: Hey guys! I thought I would write one that is a little bit longer. I hope you like it! I might do a part two I haven’t decided. Let me know what you think!]