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01 January 2015 @ 04:25 am
Fic: ‘Tis the Season: he bows  
Title: ‘Tis the Season: he bows
Fandom: Once Upon a Time (OUaT)
Rating: (G)
Time Period: After Season 4A: after Christmas.
Summary: All for him?

Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q.).

If the changed hall/room sounds familiar, it should thanks to oubliette14: they did wallpaper of Hook and Emma dancing at Christmas that inspired this story. It's a beautiful wallpaper that really should be looked into on a number of communities for Once Upon a Time: captainhooks is one community I can think of right now.

That wallpaper just yelled for a story and I am at the end of ‘Tis the Season.


Disclaimer
All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of Edward Kitsis & Adam Horowitz; I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by them.


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When Hook's foot crosses the threshold, he feels different. Looking down, he sees his clothes have changed. He has a fake hand instead of a hook and both hands have gloves.

He also remembers the clothes. A brown suit worn by nobles. His shirt open-necked, the collar up along with the collar of his coat. He smiles, fondly. He remembers the dress Emma wore. Red and she had diamonds in her hair. She had smiled at him, listening to him explain the waltz.

But, also, when his foot crosses that threshold, more than his clothes change. The room changes, from its drab everyday with dust bunnies in the corners (on a normal day) to a room with a chandelier, patterns along the walls and windows that he knows he cannot describe except with a low 'bloody hell' under his breath as he turns, taking everything in until he stops because something red has caught his eye.

He remembers that dress, remembers when the Crocodile had magicked it upon her, brushed and caught her hair back, those diamonds in her hair.

Had she gone to all this effort for him?

“My lady,” he says as he sweeps a low bow. He can hear soft music underlining his words as he speaks. Candles shimmer from the chandelier. A low golden light surrounds them. It seems light and music chase each other around the room, forging the spell around him yet he cannot look away, cannot catch his breath fully as he looks at her.

And she blushes as she curtsies. He closes the distance between them and catches her hand, brings it to his lips. “Shall we dance, princess?”

All she can do in reply is nod.
 
 
 
oubliette14: captain swan danceoubliette14 on December 31st, 2014 10:55 pm (UTC)
Very cute! Glad my little wallpaper provided some inspiration for you. :)
F. J.: shalowater: golden candlesmorethanacandle on January 1st, 2015 04:55 pm (UTC)
It's the wallpaper that keeps on giving at the moment!
Armchair DM: Igor: A Rod Of Silencearmchairdm on January 1st, 2015 07:34 am (UTC)
This really is quite beautiful.
F. J.: shalowater: golden candlesmorethanacandle on January 1st, 2015 04:56 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
Alexia Lisa Drake: OUAT - Couplealexia_drake on January 2nd, 2015 05:11 am (UTC)
It's great that you used that lovely wallpaper as inspiration. Nice job.
F. J.: shalowater: golden candlesmorethanacandle on January 3rd, 2015 03:00 pm (UTC)
Thank you! That wallpaper is really quite lovely; I'm surprised there's not more stories because of it!