The Jolly Roger 'not just a ship'

@justcallmejolly

Killian had been feeling something was a bit off for a while. Well … . most of his life. Though he had never mentioned it to anyone. The blacking out was usually what made him feel something happened. Though he had always assumed it was because of the drinking. Even if it happened sometimes when he hadn’t been drinking a lot. At least not a lot for him. 

He was thinking at the docks when he heard someone approaching and he looked up and saw Jolly. “Hello, love… . you come down to the docks to think too?” 

She gave him a soft smile when she approached, a gentle hand down the back of his hair and the ship took a seat beside him. She’d known, of course she had but she was never one intrude on his privacy in such a way. After all, she felt as if she did that enough as his ship and now that she had legs... maybe it was best to let things be. But it hurt her to see him so-- confused. “Did it happen again, then?” she muttered, looking out into the bay. She would have to think about her words carefully not to send him into another episode.

[meme]

Why was he looking at her like that? She had seen Killian look at her a million ways- but never had she seen him look at her like he was currently. The look of pure shock and loss. Of pain. The way he looked when he lost... The sound of her own breath breaking and trying desperatly to inhale broke her from her daze and when she looked down it was in time to see her hands over her abdomen. Warm and wet and she didn’t remember feeling the ground coming up to slam into her knees. Or maybe she had fallen into it-- it was a blur, really. A fast confusing blur and as it settled on her mind what had happened she could hear his roar over everything else.

A haze while someone had pulled her out of the way. Fired shots and steel clashing. Shouted commands and cries of war ringing in her ears. This wasn’t how it was supposed to end. She was supposed to continue to look over him. To make sure he was as great as she believed him to be. To argue about how stubborn and selfish he could be when it came to her freedom.

[meme]

They never thought they’d be back here- weaving their way through the Neverwood and keeping eyes and ears out for any of Pan’s little bastards. Bad enough that the Mermaids had taunted her when they arrived, or at least they tried- but being home had that magic coursing through her veins and she gave the blonde one a lovely new scar that no seashells would ever be able to cover.

Pity. That creatures so beautiful could be so vile. Just like the most of the land itself. Her hands brush along the leaves as they walk, not noticing the faint glittering gold dust she leaves behind. Whispers of the forest filling her head and a light smile on her lips. No matter how much she loathed the thought of it, Neverland was home- her birthplace, and where she had watched Killian start the transformation into the Captain he was today.

She felt it before either of them would see the source- feet pounding against the earth, quick and quiet as it wove through the forest- hunting. And whatever it might of been it was large enough to raise some concern.

Her fingers curled into her palm and she took a step forward in order to grab hold of his elbow, the other hand going to rest for a moment on his chest before a finger went to her lips.

[meme]

His mother really went all out for it this time, the little family gatherings had been something she looked forward to as the week came to a close and just as they’d done time and time again, they’d load the kids up and make the short trip to the beach house. And what a day it had been- it took a tired Grace carrying Amelia up the stairs while she followed behind with James and got everyone off to bed. She made her way back down, rounding the corner and leaning on the banister as she watched him tidy up despite himself being undoubtedly exhausted from chasing children up and down the shoreline. Sometimes she still couldn’t believe how lucky she had been. Not only to be gifted with a human form but to have been given the chance to love- truly love and build a home and family of her own. They had their battles, aye, and while some events of their time together she could do without, she’d do it all again to get to this moment.

Kisses for…….. HATTER! accepting ❤  @justcallmejolly​

        Jolly’s lips had left tingles on his, kisses being so FOREIGN to the tea-dealer for quite a long time. And they were not alike the occasional kisses he had gotten before from random tea addicts he had gotten comfortable with, seeking any sense or real feelings, PEARLS  as they call them. This was TRUE.           A blooming smile tugged at his lips, his hands on each side of her hips. There were small laughs and hushes as he kept her between his embrace and the trunk of a tree. Feeling young again, kissing and snuggling in the middle of the orest.         ❛ We shouldn’t make noise Jolly, the Jabberwock’s around… I’ll find my cheese and then we can go back to the Tea House yeah? ❜   

She GIGGLED despite his warning, lips quick and repeated along his and she relaxed against the tree trunk. His hands gentle on her hips and her hands lightly grasping the lapels of his coat. Her heart FLUTTERED in her chest, tiny little butterflies beat against her ribs and never had she felt quite like this before. She loved her captain, aye-- this was different. The things she felt with Hatter were unlike anything she’d ever experienced and something she never wanted to be rid of.

Cheese. Of course, that was why they were here to begin with.

       ❛ Alright, I promise I’ll think about it should the necessity arises. ❜  Hatter said, and he meant it. If anything Hatter was a man of his word. Sure he could stray just a little bit sometimes, but 99% of the times he would be an honest man ( contrary to popular belief )  to those he cared about.  At least he was now, compared to some of the years in his past, he was somewhat an honest man.            ❛ Life in Wonderland is risky Jolly, I can’t promise you that you will be safe all the time but I’ll protect you. I’ve got my sledgehammer, I’ve got my bottles, I’ve got my gun and boat, we can go into the woods for a while if needed be. ❜     ❛ Talking ‘bout that. Would you like to go out somewhere? Or are you keeping me hostage here? ❜

Good. At least, now he had the option, should he choose to use it. Besides, nobody would think her anything but a young woman just by looking at her and she preferred to keep it that way. “Never hurts to have a back up plan, my silly Hatter.” Or two or three should things get bad.

“Life is risky,” She replied with a small smile and a light tap to his nose. She had been a naval ship before a pirate ship and those few centuries had brought bloodshed in many forms. Jolly was no stranger to the art of survival, she’d been taught by the best after all (rest his soul).