a bit of canon fluff for you, love, with a little nod to Killian’s dialogue on the horizon being calming. I hope you like it <3
93. “You have the most amazing eyes.”
“You have the most amazing eyes.”
The sentence drops unbidden from Emma’s lips, a soft string of words that breaks the comfortable silence between them and causes Killian to halt his caressing fingers.
He pulls back a little to look at her, equal parts confused and amused.
They’d been sitting pressed against each other at the balcony of their bedroom for what felt like hours. After the griffin attacked Storybrooke last week, she’d only finished with handling repairs and complaints late last night. Her dad had insisted (in what she assumed was his Royal Voice) that she stay at home for the next few days. Killian had agreed, texting David sporadically throughout the day to ensure him that she was, in fact, relaxing.
(She’ll never understand their relationship.)
Killian’s insistence is how they ended up cuddled together, watching the perfect view of the sea, with mugs of hot chocolate to keep the chill away. Emma doesn’t know when she stopped mapping the horizon and instead started mapping the planes of Killian’s face, just that she didn’t really want to stop. And then the evening started approaching, and in the light of the golden hour, well, she just couldn’t help but make her judgment out loud.
“Have you only noticed them now, love? You sure know how to wound a man,” he chuckles, voice as quiet as hers was.
Emma smirks. “Please. I was just making an observation,” she taps once at his chest with her hand that’s resting there.
He hums, resumes running his fingers up and down her arm but doesn’t break eye contact. “I’d say it was more of an opinion, Swan. Which could only mean you’re trying to seduce me with your words, and although I am a man of honour, I do accept.”
He says it with such propriety that Emma can’t help but laugh. When he breaks out into a full grin, she knows that’s what he was going for.
Emma reaches up and runs a thumb under the curve of his eye. It makes his expression soften, his eyelashes flutter. (And yeah, he’s got amazing eyelashes, too.) He doesn’t wear as much kohl anymore, only a little, and sometimes he forgoes it completely. It used to make his eyes brighter, but she finds his eyes are already a colour she can’t quite describe. It’s as though someone mixed all the oceans together to create the most striking blue.
“Your brother’s were a different shade,” she muses, knitting her brows in concentration to make sure she’s remembering Liam correctly.
Killian nods, leaning into her palm. “I took after my mother in that regard, or so Liam told me.” He smiles, and she can’t help but mirror it. When she leans into him, he doesn’t hesitate to respond with a lingering kiss that she can feel down to her toes.
“If you keep staring at me, you’re going to miss the sunset,” he says with a smirk when he pulls back. He raises an eyebrow for good measure when she doesn’t look away from him.
“I think I like this view better,” she hums.
Killian looks down and then back at the water, an adorable rosy hue tinting his cheeks and the tips of his ears. She wonders just how long he had to go without someone offering him a genuine compliment based on a simple observation. She thumbs at his cheeks for a moment before dropping her hand back to his chest, the other playing with the tuft of hair at the nape of his neck.
She wants to tell him about all the amazing things he is, and she promises herself to do just that.
Killian presses her a little closer to him. They fall back into silence, and Emma watches his gentle expression as he watches the water, his eyes like the ocean calming her like no other thing can.
So… I just had to do this for a friend. Because, I feel bad for not replying our roleplay for months… they loved Ruvik from The Evil Within, which I thought “What if it never happens and Ruvik and her sister just live happily as family? And, no scars.”
Just a thought I had and actually having fun playing with the colors. God bless us. Oh God, I wish I could play the game for real–40 GB on Steam, my friends! crai
“You like the natural musk, though…” Eden teased, her arms around his back and her face looking up at him.
“Sex, Eden, not gym sweat…” he hummed back at her, his arms going around her shoulders to hug her towards him and hold her damp hair against his chest, completely forgetting about his new little secret. “Fuck…ouch,” he winced and Eden instantly pulled her head away from him, taking her eyes back up to his.
“It’s just…” Draco sighed, looking down at his rucksack gloomily. “I’m
trying. I don’t know why he hates me so much. It’s not as if I’m not
trying.”–The Man In the Scarlet Cloak
Draco is elbows-deep in paperwork when the scent of fresh coffee
assaults him. None of that shit from the canteen; real, spiced coffee,
the steam of which makes his muscles tense with longing. He looks up to
see Pansy standing there, her slickly red-polished nails a bright
splash against the paper cup she’s holding out like an offering.
– How To Catch A Weasley (And Maybe A Potter, Too)
Harry tugged on his tie in the futile attempt to straighten it.
Allowing Hermione to dress him had seemed like a good idea at the time.
But he’d rather assumed that, knowing him, she’d pick something more
casual, and perhaps with more room–like a comfortable set of
“Do we always have to fight first?” Harry asks breathlessly, shoving his hips forward in a quick rhythm.
–The Things They Never Say