There’s always a crisis
Colin on Good Morning LA | 09/22/14 (x)
jennifer morrison & colin o’donoghue at the ouat season 4 premiere [x]
all men should keep their word, kings most of all
Continued from this fic. 4x04 Spec.
He’s not sure how long he’s been wandering in the woods. All the trees have begun to look the same. The amount of time he spends traipsing about this place, you’d think he’d have learned how to navigate it in his sleep by now. But, being piss drunk doesn’t help one’s cognitive skills he supposes. His legs and back protest his every step. A fitful night on a bench and his violent hangover (which he is helping along rather nicely) don’t help matters but he doesn’t stop. He can’t stop. Stopping would mean thinking about what had happened the night before, thinking about her. So he keeps going, stumbling into branches, almost tripping over exposed roots.
Eventually though, his body gives up on him and he lets himself fall, his back slamming into a tree. He sits there with his head in his hands, now even bloodier and scratched up. Maybe the exhaustion will chase away his thoughts.
It was the hand that had started it. He hadn’t been able to refuse Henry when he’d told him and why would he? He would have his hand back. He would be whole for Emma.
The mere thought of her name brings angry tears to his eyes. He has a sudden urge to get rid of it, to remove the cause of his suffering. He is not enough, he will never be enough. Even stripped of everything that makes him a pirate, his hook, his ship, he has still managed to make a mess of things. He punches the tree in his frustration, the wounds in his knuckles reopening and blood trickling down his hand. He’s still staring at the blood when he hears her voice.
And suddenly he can breathe again.
She falls to her knees beside him and cradles his bleeding hand in both of hers. He raises his bleary eyes up her blazing green ones.
"What the hell are you doing, you idiot?!"
He leans his head against her shoulder, he needs to be closer to her, he needs to be able to breathe.
His voice is a mumble against her skin.
"You deserve better than a worthless pirate."
Gently, she drops his hand in her lap and then coaxes his head up to face her. Her thumb strokes the scar on his cheek. Her eyes shine and he feels a stab through his gut.
He’s made her cry.
It’s like a shock to his senses and he realises that this is really happening, that she isn’t another cruel trick of his mind. He moves to stand up, to apologise for his behaviour but before he even completes his thought, her arms are around him and he hears her muffled voice against his chest.
"You’re not worthless."
He sighs deeply and relaxes into her, holding her close.
They would be ok.
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florence and the machine - ”There is love in your body but you can’t hold it in, it pours from your eyes and spills from your skin. Tenderest touch leaves the darkest of marks, and the kindest of kisses break the hardest of hearts”