open } put your lips close to mine as long as they don't touch

[unhand]

Who: Hook and ~other people~
Where: the beach
When: April 28
Rating: PG probably
Summary: Hook and booze and staring out to sea.
The Story:

[Hook found a bottle of rum somewhere, and he's taken it down to the Beach. He probably shouldn't be so nostalgic. He'd known his ship wouldn't be in Storybrooke when he'd left, and he's already realized that he can't go back to being the pirate he used to be. He's changed so much.

But the sea's still calming. And no one's bloody singing around it. He's still not sure what that's all about.

He stands looking out to sea, taking swigs. Maybe he'll even share if he's asked nicely enough.]

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[cursebreaking]

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I won't say I'm in love!

[She almost feels bad, or would if she wasn't so damn flustered. She takes a step back even as he pulls away, watching him warily -- though, maybe for the first time, her expression softens a little. Is it even possible to take any of this seriously?

She quickly changes gears and interrupts him:]

Get off my case, I won't say it--

[Unbelievable sights,
Indescribable feelings...

She interrupts him again, but her edges seem to have softened this time. Maybe not much -- but enough.]

At least out loud,
I won't say I'm in love...

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[As the music fades away at her confession, Hook stares at her breathlessly.]

Swan...

[He doesn't even care that they just burst into song. Her admission, even if it was... admitting she won't say it, runs through him like a bolt of lightning.]

[cursebreaking]

[And just as suddenly as it had swelled in the first place, the song dies, leaving nothing but the two of them and the space between -- and so many things said that she hadn't been willing to admit to herself, let alone to him.]

... only in Wonderland, huh?

[She smiles, tentatively -- but there's no slipping out of this one. Not entirely.]

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[He lets out a breath, shaking his head with a smile.]

Yeah, can't say I've ever had that happen to me before.

[He looks up to meet her eyes, not quite daring to voice the one one question running through his mind. Did you mean it?]

[cursebreaking]

[Awkward.

His eyes catch her before she can avoid them. If she were just a little less dignified, she might have cut and run, but instead she folds her arms, pursing her lips before giving him an even look and asking the question he can't seem to give voice to.]

Did you really mean all of that?

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Every note. [He slumps a little and steps in towards her, expression soft. His emotions have never been a mystery, but Emma's?] Did you?

[cursebreaking]

[Pressure's on now. She's tempted to take a step back and put more distance between them, but decides to stand firm, stubborn.

She can deal with this. She's faced a dragon. What's one little pirate?]

I don't think you'd believe me if I said otherwise.

[That's not a 'yes,' Emma.]

... yes.

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[A smile makes its way across his face and he touches her face.]

I'm the earth and heaven to you?