Bench Warmers || Emma & James
His frown deepened. What Emma said was hardly comforting or really even true. Having two hands was certainly not overrated. There was really no way that Emma could possibly know what his day to day existence was like. After he had lost his hand, he had had to relearn how to do so many things with a hook. Now that he was using a fake hand, he once again felt awkward and uncertain of his actions. He shook his head, “You don’t actually believe that.”
After so many years, Killian didn’t get drunk on only one swig nor did he show the effect that alcohol had on him particularly easily. “I’m really not one or the other.” He couldn’t be considered a hero, but he was no demon like Rumplestiltskin or Pan. “I’m just C-James Morgan.” He paused. Maybe Emma would take that as an awkward slur. Maybe.
"And just what makes you think pirates are overrated, love? Have you ever met a pirate?" She had, but she just didn’t know it, that made Killian grin a little, in spite of himself. "But yes, that was a compliment."
Emma covered her laughter by yawning when James spluttered. Her expression shaped more serious and she bit her lip. "Well, in my opinion, pirates are these dark fantasies for women, but I think that the picture of them is not really what they are. I suppose pirates are actually toothless and rebellious sailors who like to drink and rob other ships. I might be wrong but that’s how I see it", Emma said and glanced at James. "So my fantasies are not about pirates", she said with a little laughter. "I’ve never met one, but if I did I think that my opinion wouldn’t change. Though some of them might look good, but it really doesn’t matter. They are probably rotten to the core, so it doesn’t concern me", Emma continued. "I should start heading back to the Academy soon. It’s early morning for me and I need some sleep - I’ll probably supervise tomorrow’s detentions and I’m really tired already. But I’ll stay with you here for a while", she said.
"Dark fantasies?" He grinned a little. He could only imagine what kind of fantasies women had about pirates in this world. It probably wasn't much different from the fantasies he had encountered in the Enchanted Forest. There were plenty of women who were more than eager to take a pirate as a lover, even if it was for a night and they were already married.
He was amused by what she thought pirates were like. "Well, everyone looses teeth. Not just pirates." He had all his teeth, so did Smee. It wasn't as though all pirates lost their teeth, just those foolish enough to get scurvy. "You're not completely wrong. Pirates are rebellious sailors, but the drinking and looting... that's not exclusive to them. You clearly like a drink, but does that make you a pirate? No. Is an ordinary thief a pirate." He shook his head. "No. You need to know how to sail and fight."
"Really. So, Swan, what are your fantasies about if not pirates? Knights in shining armor?"
Rotten to the core. He smirked and took another swing of rum. "You have no idea." He knew that he was a terrible person, and if he died in his attempt to kill the Dark One, so be it.
For some reason, the mention of her going made him shake his head. "No. Don't go. The fun's just started to begin." He edged a little closer to her. "So tell me, how did you wind up here? In Maine?"
