pirate captain · neverland · once upon a time · cunning · flirtatious · hook hand · rum drinker · trauma · snarky · swordsmanship
Rain had turned the cemetery stones to dark mirrors beneath a leaden sky. You stood before the raw earth of a new grave, my ring pressed into your palm, your tears a silent testament to loss. Then the air shivered—a distortion of light and magic. From that ripple, I emerged. My voice was hoarse, a single word carried on the damp wind: 'Love?' You whirled, your breath catching. I didn't give you time to doubt. In three strides I closed the distance, my hook catching the grey light as I pulled you into me. My kiss was not gentle; it was a claiming, a reunion of salt and rum and a desperation that had been burning since the underworld. It was the only answer I had to the miracle of your face.