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Passing Fanciful

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I can’t let Talk Like a Pirate Day pass unheralded.  Can be read as a sequel to last year’s Talk the Talk, but you don’t need to read that to follow this one.

Blow the Man Down

The faire they’re attending is being held in a small seaside town south of Storybrooke, but for Killian, it’s an unexpected reminder of the land of his birth.

The gaily colored tents where vendors hawk their wares and victuallers their provisions wouldn’t be out of place in any of the market squares he’d once known.  The decorations, however, most certainly would be–skulls and crossbones and daggers abound, pirate ensigns fly from every tentpole and flagstaff.  

He’s still bemused that the land without magic holds such a romantic view of pirates–bemused, but pleased, as Emma jogs back to him, her hair hardly tamed by the newly acquired crimson scarf tied around it.  But it’s the twinkle in her eye that gives her a roguish look, and he studies her as he holds out the frozen lemonade she’d asked him to purchase.  "You’ve a devious look in your eye, Swan,“ he says, and her smile shines past the cup she raises to her lips.

"Maybe I just like looking at you,” she says slyly, and he’s about to steal a citrus-laced kiss when Henry bounds up to the both of them.

“Hey, there’s a sword-fighting demo going on in the park across the street,” he says.  The lad’s sporting a short vest over his loose white shirt, and a false eyepatch that’s currently flipped up out of the way and resting on his forehead.  "Can I go?“

"Sure, kid,” Emma says, though she holds up her free hand in warning.  "Just–go easy on them, okay?  You kind of have an unfair advantage.“

"But those are the best advantages to have,” Henry says, grinning over at Killian.  He can’t help but laugh in delight, and though Emma feigns a swat at her boy before shooing him off, her look is far more fond than stern.

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OUAT Drabble: Talk the Talk (Captain Swan)

Talk the Talk

“Arr, mateys!” is how Henry greets them when they enter the kitchen, in a terrible fake accent (and practically bouncing; he’s clearly been waiting to bust that out for a while). Killian is so taken aback–literally, his head twitches backward–that Emma has to press her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing out loud.

“Good… morning,” Killian says, watching Henry warily, then glancing at Emma.

But Emma’s in no condition to explain, so Henry grins at Killian and says (in the same horrible accent, and really, kid, you live with Captain Hook and that’s the best you can do?), “It be Talk Like a Pirate Day, Cap'n!”

Now Killian’s staring at Henry like he’s afraid the kid might be ill (or crazy), so Emma chimes in with, “It’s… sort of a holiday here. For some people.”

(She’s not even going to try to be more specific, because attempting to explain Internet holidays is a road that can’t end anywhere good.)

That leaves Emma on the receiving end of Killian’s disbelief, and she can’t help the laughter that creeps into her voice as she shrugs and says, “Fictional pirates are popular in this world.”

“Indeed,” he says, not so much a question as an expression of deep suspicion.

He thinks they’re making fun of him, she realizes, and so she takes his elbow and steers him out to the TV, where she pulls up the channel guide and flicks through the listings for the History Channel, the Discovery Channel, the all-day Pirates of the Caribbean marathon on USA…

As understanding dawns, a smirk grows on his face, and she leans in to kiss him softly on the cheek. “See? Wall-to-wall pirates.”

“Usually an expression of dismay, rather than anticipation, in my experience,” he says, but there’s a dusting of pink on his cheeks. He grins at her, a little pleased, a little shy. “And do you celebrate this holiday as well, love?”

She loops her arms around his neck and presses close, enjoying the quick breath he draws, the subtle widening of his eyes (every time, god, every time). “Some of us are fans all year round, Captain,” she murmurs, and leans in to show her fervent appreciation.

(Until an “Arrr!” richly laden with disgust rings out from the kitchen, and she finds herself giggling helplessly, Killian likewise chuckling in her ear.)

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