I’ve been obsessing over this for way too long, it’s high time I posted it (before I find yet another Thing To Fix - and, being Far, this will inevitably happen because). I’m already regretting it. Bah.
Killian Jones/Captain Hook, just in case I’ve bungled this beyond recognition haha. I may or may not be a OUAT low-level fan, of the variety that stays under the radar, never participates in the fandom, paints one wretched picture, and then disappears back under the radar.
He spends hours alone in his quarters, trying to commit her memory to paper. Trying to soften his angry hands enough to capture her beauty, the determined set to her jaw, the spark in her eyes. He slashes and crumples his failures, each one a reminder that he isn’t good enough, strong enough, careful enough.
But he doesn’t give up, even when despair overtakes him, when his hand shakes, when his vision grows blurred. He needs to remember.
–♘♜– Wake up early, get to work, catch up on paperwork, cram in a little overtime, and oh–of course–get a surprise visit from your daughter, bringing the gift of take-out dinner and proud-of-papa cheek kisses. Nothing better.
(a gift art/peace offering to the readers of my recent angstfest. a palate cleanser, if you will. i’m sorry and i love you and i hope this makes up for it ❤︎)
*please don’t edit or share outside of tumblr, thanks :)
