killian-whump reblogged
“His eyes linger on hers, and she feels his fingers solidify, warm flesh turned to cool metal beneath her hand. “Dead guy … of … year … picked me … remember? … This is,” he fights to breathe. “This is … just … another … adven … ture.” Emma wants to tell him that the best adventures are the ones you take with other people. She wants to remind him that he needs someone to keep him out of trouble. She wants to shake him, but there’s nothing left to shake. She’d shackle him to the bed if only it would keep him from leaving. But she’s out of time. “Jones, I am not done with you.” With tears scalding her face, Emma does the only thing she can do: she leans forward, her hair falling around them like a curtain, and kisses him, just as his lips turn to gold beneath hers.”
The Path That Moonbeams Make by @madlymel
could have done the hair-curtain but we wouldn’t have been able to savor the view so small little change