[ Killian Jones deserves a medal for having terrible timing. speak of familiar faces, apparently some force above is going to push them right into a moment that, perhaps if he'd had a bit of hindsight, was clearly made for two. the floaty pink, the high ponytail; he automatically recognizes Emma, seeing as she's dressed just as she was for their date the night before. that is definitely Emma, and well, the person she's quite close to matters little when it's automatically clear it isn't him.
considering he's a man that has happily played part in more than one affair in his life, the vehement anger that spurs up instantly is perhaps a little hypocritical. the fact that he didn't think Emma was that sort of person didn't occur, and it also didn't occur to him that she would probably only be that close to someone for a very good reason.
no, he got about as far as the emotion the sight inspired, sharp anger that was impossible to ignore. generally he battled through gut reactions, but ones involving Emma seemed impossible. it'd gotten the Knave nearly choked out at their dinner table, and that was with Emma watching. it was even worse when Emma wasn't nearby. he was too busy seeing red to see anything else until his left hand knotted in fabric to pull the interloper to a more respectable distance. ] Give the lady a little bit of space, won't y...
[ bit of a kettle calling the pot black situation right there, considering Hook enjoyed having his conversations with the savior from kissing distance, but the angry bark dies before he finishes it. he releases Neal almost immediately after he sees the familiar face, expression contorting from angry to confused to just a little bit broken. no, this can't be real, any of it. Baelfire is dead, he saw him go into the bloody ground. he sent him off to his death just as Emma had held him through it, it wasn't possible for him to be alive. ]
Baelfire... how... [ peaceful conversation ruined, sorry everybody, back to square one. ]
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considering he's a man that has happily played part in more than one affair in his life, the vehement anger that spurs up instantly is perhaps a little hypocritical. the fact that he didn't think Emma was that sort of person didn't occur, and it also didn't occur to him that she would probably only be that close to someone for a very good reason.
no, he got about as far as the emotion the sight inspired, sharp anger that was impossible to ignore. generally he battled through gut reactions, but ones involving Emma seemed impossible. it'd gotten the Knave nearly choked out at their dinner table, and that was with Emma watching. it was even worse when Emma wasn't nearby. he was too busy seeing red to see anything else until his left hand knotted in fabric to pull the interloper to a more respectable distance. ] Give the lady a little bit of space, won't y...
[ bit of a kettle calling the pot black situation right there, considering Hook enjoyed having his conversations with the savior from kissing distance, but the angry bark dies before he finishes it. he releases Neal almost immediately after he sees the familiar face, expression contorting from angry to confused to just a little bit broken. no, this can't be real, any of it. Baelfire is dead, he saw him go into the bloody ground. he sent him off to his death just as Emma had held him through it, it wasn't possible for him to be alive. ]
Baelfire... how... [ peaceful conversation ruined, sorry everybody, back to square one. ]