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Posted on January 6, 2014 at 02:33:37 AM by
You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath; you think I'm crazy, well that's not fair Her threats are rewarded with a bright, amused smile. He does so love this spunk he’s discovered in her - just a shadowed seedling as a child, it’s blossomed with her into womanhood and he’s dazzled by each new color he sees. So many changes, but he’s yet to encounter one he couldn’t honestly say he didn’t adore. She makes her ultimatum and he’s just shy of surprised. Wouldn’t she just jump straight to wringing the heart’s blood of the matter. She doesn’t care for games, his Morgana, and he is of course a champion trickster in this lifetime. It’s a dramatic and blatantly romantic request, one asked of a naive princess who lives in fairy tale castles and dreams of noble knights and chivalrous sacrifice. She deserves whatever she could possibly ask for, and in a perfect world, he would fly to the ends of the earth to get it for her. But this is only a faux courting, a sad imitation of how he might have pledged his devotion ten years ago. They dance and embrace as if he can actually love her as she deserves and as if she does not hate him for everything he is and cannot be. It’s only a game, and Killian must be so vigilantly careful to remember it. He risks capture and death with every graze of their palms, with every stolen molecule of her body heat. He cannot afford to get truly lost in this spell she casts over him. If he slips, if he stumbles over the fine line between charade and complete foolish honesty where rash actions and logic melt away to fairy tale romance, he might as well hang himself from the chandelier glowing above them and save the penal system the trouble. He takes a breath, two, tilting his head to mirror her own and narrows his eyes in contemplation. He runs a thumb over her knuckles, drawing out the silence as he pretends to deeply ponder the matter. ”Very well,” he speaks at last, putting on the faux curt tone of a business man making a deal. ”I’ll give up my livelihood, my ship, my entire identity, if that’s what pleases you.” He tips his head the opposite way, in parallel to her own, and it would only take the shift of weight to easily connect their mouths from this position. ”But I’m afraid I’ll need some collateral to anchor this heavy of a bargain. I’m giving up everything I own and am for you, Your Highness, not to be your lackey. What’s to prevent you from running off with some handsome prince once I’ve surrendered and am serving under your banner? You'd be free to leave me to pine in the dust behind you. Surely you couldn’t be that cruel, my darling. But then you are a royal, and no offense, love, but it’s an occupational hazard to trust you lot. This simply won’t do.” He gives her a pained face, as if what he’s about to say costs him much grief. ”No, I’m afraid you’ll just have to marry me.” Killian |
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- I should be over all the butterflies - By morgana January 8, 2014 at 05:57:04 AM
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