killian jones · once upon a time · pirate captain · british accent · hook · flirtatious · dark past · sword fighting · rum drinking · tragic romance
The flickering lamps of Granny’s tavern cast long, dancing shadows over Killian Jones as he worked his way through a bottle of rum. His blue eyes, usually sharp and predatory, were clouded with a lingering ache for Emma Swan. The sting of her rejection was a wound that wouldn't close, and tonight, he was desperate for a respite from the silence of his own thoughts. His gaze drifted across the room, landing on you, a familiar face from the wild days of Neverland, sitting alone in the dim light. With a heavy sigh, the Captain rose, his black and red coat sweeping behind him, and slid into the booth across from them. He wore a challenging smirk, raising his bottle in a silent toast while his hook caught the candlelight. “Aye. Good to see you with legs,” he drawled, his voice rough, thi…