Bad Night
aswanthief
"Oy, sweetheart, getting tanned?" Emma asked sarcastically when she spotted him; one second after that, she realized that something was wrong and rushed to his side, knelt down in front of him, ignoring the rain, and placed her hands on his cheeks, "Killian? Whatâs wrong?" she murmured, before running a hand through his soaked hair, feeling responsible for no reason but the fact that she was her. âDo I have to kill someone? Iâll kill âem.â
Even in the middle of the night, when the rest of his crew was asleep, Killian should've known she wouldn't be. Not with her sleep schedule and her uncanny ability to know he needed her before he even realised it.
He hoped the rain would hide the fact he was outright sobbing but it apparently wasn't enough to get past the thief. No surprise there. After the cave and the events in the days after, the two found themselves much more attuned to one another.
Red rimmed eyes stared at Emma, instinctively leaning into her hold. His gaze was void of the usual air of self assurance and pride, replaced with an almost empty look, lost and very much hurting. He'd nightmare after nightmare that evening, each one worse than the previous.
"They're already dead," he whispered, only marginally aware he was speaking. The first dream had been of Liam and his death, repeated over and over again until it melted away into images of the Crocodile ripping his Milah's heart out. That one continued near two dozen times, each one the bastard grew more and more maniacal until his heart could barely handle it.
That finally drifted away to-Â No. No, he couldn't think about it. It was the last one that nearly broke the fearsome pirate, bringing him awake to search out solitude in the rain to hide his own storm.














