|—||Eddy Kitsis on Hook (via forevercaptainswan)|
Okay, so I just rewatched the fabulous “hand-healing” scene back in Tallahassee and when she first brought up Milah…the CS theme began to play and only grew louder when they talked about being in love.
They had a CS theme from the very freaking beginning and it gives me FEELS! And also…if CS is…
What is the song called?? Have no idea what you’re talking about!!? :(
It’s not a song, but a theme. It’s the music the show plays during an intimate or important scene between Hook and Emma. They played it during the scene I talked about, the kissing scene and the scene where Hook tells Emma that he’ll win her heart with no trickery. It’s their theme…a theme the show only plays when Hook and Emma are involved…even scenes from the very beginning.
Good Morning Storybooke (x)
Please, you couldn’t handle it.
For my wonderful shipmate, respectyourselfenoughtowalkaway!
Hey my dear! It’s me! Your CS Secret Shipmate! I really hope you enjoy this little drabble! I know you originally wanted me to draw a comic version, but since I can barely draw a stick figure, I had to use my writing skills instead! I know you’ve been in the hospital lately so I hope this makes you smile!! I added a little twist to it, but it’s basically what you wanted so please enjoy!!! :)))
Killian didn’t know exactly where he was or how he got there, but he certainly knew it wasn’t Storybrooke. Was this a dream? Maybe…maybe not. You never knew when your home was Storybrooke, Maine.
He was in a narrow street…more like an alley perhaps and was surrounded by tall buildings with doors and windows. Where was Emma? Was she even here? Perhaps she was in one of these buildings…was she in trouble?
“Emma?” he called out but the only person that answered back was the sound of his own voice echoing back.
He began to hurry down the alley, not sure where to go or what to do. If this was a dream, he wished he would wake the hell up or…wait a minute.
There was a window open…a bright blue paned window was open and inviting where as the rest were shut and unwelcoming. Maybe his Swan was in there? Wouldn’t hurt to check it out he supposed…if this really was a dream, then what was the harm?
He was halfway inside when he saw her lying there on the bed. He paused for a moment, wondering if he should slip back out without disturbing her, but…something made him want to continue.
He walked to her bedside and looked down at the sleeping girl with a slight frown on his face. She had some sort of plastic tube tucked under her nose that he’d never seen before, but it looked as if it was helping her breath. She didn’t seem well and his heart broke for her and hoped she’d be okay.
He sighed as he looked back at the open window, wondering if he should leave to continue his search for Swan. But what if he wasn’t meant to find Emma. What if he was exactly where he was supposed to be…with the mysterious sleeping girl before him? He just didn’t feel right leaving her so he found himself slowly, gently sitting down at the edge of her bed…careful not to wake her.
“Hello, love,” he murmured quietly. “I don’t really know where I am, but…perhaps I’m suppose to be here with you. You probably can’t hear me, but…how ‘bout I tell you a story? I’ve quite a few of those…and I know you can’t answer, but that’s all right. Swan always says I love the sound of my own voice…and I suppose she’s right.”
He looked down at her hand lying by her side and then gently took it in his. Her skin was cold so he hoped his touch would warm her up. He began to tell her stories of his life…the good parts, the not so good parts…he told the story of when he first met his Swan, how fascinated he was with her when she held that dagger to his throat.
“It was a bumpy start to the relationship to be sure, but I assure you…this story has a happy ending.”
He didn’t know how long he talked for…he didn’t grow tired and his voice didn’t strain or grow weak. He thought he saw hints of a smile whenever he talked about his encounters with Emma and that made him smile as well. So he told her more…their first kiss…the way he traveled between worlds to find her again.
“She’s the love of my life…and I’m blessed that I have found her.”
He paused a moment as he swept back strands of her brown hair from her face. “I hope I haven’t been boring you…I don’t even know if this has helped you. I’m still not even sure if this is still a dream…I’m hoping it isn’t. I hope this is real.”
He got up to his feet and then leaned down to give her a soft kiss on her forehead, his lips curved when she let out a long, contented sigh. Perhaps in that moment he gave her a little bit of peace.
“Rest now, love…maybe one day I’ll be back when you’re feeling better.”
He made his way back to the window, pausing to look back at her one last time as he willed himself to remember this moment. Many times he’d forget what he had been dreaming about, but he hoped this wasn’t the case. He wanted to remember this…wanted to remember her.
He smiled softly before finally slipping back out the window and as soon as his feet touched the ground…the world went dark and melted away.
His eyes opened and saw his Swan lying next to him…watching him sleep with a soft smile on her face. “Hey, beautiful.”
She smiled as she snuggled closer to him. “Good morning…were you dreaming?”
“Aye,” he said as his brows furrowed as he tried to remember what he dreamed about. At first…it wasn’t clear, but then suddenly it all came rushing back…it had been so real.
“Was it a good dream or bad?”
“Good,” he assured her as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “It seemed very real…like I was somewhere else…in another world like yours, but not?”
“Will you tell me about it?”
He told her everything…every detail, every moment…he had never been able to describe a dream so vividly before. “She was ill…I don’t know exactly how I knew that, but I could tell she didn’t feel well.”
“You’re describing what sounds like an oxygen tank,” she said as she ran her fingers lazily through his hair. “That’s interesting since you’ve never seen one before, yet you described it perfectly.”
“My heart went out for her…if she is real…do you think it’s possible it wasn’t a dream?”
She smiled softly as she touched the side of his face. “The legendary Captain Hook turned out to be the love of my life…anything is possible.”
His lips curved as he pressed them against hers. “I love you, Swan.”
“I love you, too.”
He wrapped his arms around her as their legs tangled under the covers and her cheek rested comfortably against his chest. They both drifted off again and as Killian began to slip back into slumber his thoughts went to the sweet girl in his dreams.
Wherever she was in whatever world she was in…he hoped that she’d one day find her happy ending…whatever it may be.
it was nice knowing you all
Walsha flying monkey.
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