#thehatneedsmagic

“So tell me; where do we start?” 

“Oh wonderful,” the pirate groans, shifting as much as he can in his bonds. “Captured for no apparent reason, by a madman who doesn’t even know why he did it.” His tone drips with sarcasm, head tilting away from the finger rasping through the scruff on his cheek. “Just do us a favor and let me go, mate, clearly I’m of no use to you.”

“Really? Well, I like it.” Mirana grinned as she smoothed his collar, noticing his still sleepy demeanor. “Need something a little stronger than chamomile? Maybe something with some caffeine?”

“I was going to ask if it was shampoo or some kind of magic, but you answered that question for me,” she answered, smile turning upon her lips as she stared at the other. “I’m Ariel, by the way. I should have said that before I played with your hair.”

Well. An attempt had certainly been made, hadn’t it? Emma cracks one eye open at him, biting the inside of her cheek to smother a smile, and entwines her fingers at the nape of his neck to guide his head into a more kiss-friendly angle. “Alright, so you had your turn...Now what do you say I take mine?” Blunt nails glide through the short-cropped hair along the back of his skull as hazel orbs slide shut once more. This time, their lips meet fully, with Emma’s curved into an undeniable smile.

Her hand shaking at her side made her look at him like it made it sound so easy. She felt like she could barely stand as it was and if her visions meant anything then the next time she fell there would be no getting back up. "I don't think I'm going to be able too next time."

“Of course. I’m sorry, that was very unprofessional of me. Did you get a look at your attacker?”