not all who wander are lost- especially if you wander spinning poetry and musing about the deep and nerdy things of this world...
Killian loved Liam first. It should have been his mother, or his father, but he can’t remember his mother at all (though Liam told him once he has her eyes) and he can never turn the feeling of fear and pain and guilt that comes to mind, thinking of Davy Jones abandoning him, into any kind of love. So, then. It was Liam. The brother who carried him from the docks where he was sleeping, a ragged, filthy urchin, onto the Jewel, and into a new world. Loving Liam was order, stability, constancy, good form, and hard work. Loving Liam was adventures, tasting the salt breeze in his lungs, always hungry and always desperately trying to scrounge out more from the meager shipboard rations, Liam catching him and giving him a stern lecture for the benefit of the men but then slipping more to him later that night. Loving Liam was the furious bounce of the lantern in rough seas, the thrill of a clearing sky. Loving Liam was his brother’s proud, adoring smile as he knelt and accepted promotion as a Lieutenant of His Majesty’s Royal Navy. Loving Liam was familiar, comfortable, an answer for every question and a bell for every hour, a tidy whitewashed world of hope and promise.
Losing Liam felt like losing the very ends of the earth themselves.
Loving freedom came next, loving freedom tinged with recklessness. Loving freedom was rising whenever he wanted and sleeping whenever he pleased, tasting rum for the first time, letting it burn on the way down, cursing, strutting, taking advantage of his dark good looks to cheat innkeepers and bed their serving maids, never even bothering to learn their names. Discontented wives or raw girls alike; all of them threw themselves at him, and he saw no point in turning them down. Dice, smoky candlelight, gambling, swords if someone tried to cross him, duels in back alleys, pirate, pirate, pirate. Ordering them to open fire, crimson flag and no quarter given, if they crossed paths with a Navy ship of the line, the shocked looks on the other deck as the Roger closed in near enough to kiss them and slit their throats. They knew him, sometimes. He always made sure to kill those ones personally.
Jennifer before: Yeah Hook and Emma are kindred spirits and he's always there for her.
Jennifer now: Yeah Hook and Emma are kindred spirits and he's always there for her. And Emma loves him. And he's hot. And THAT HOOK IS SEXY.
Jennifer Morrison talking about Hook and Emma’s relationship in the upcoming episodes.
I don’t see Hook ever losing his edge. He will be more kind, less hard edges around Emma, Henry and the Charmings. But he will never be ‘perfect’. The snarky comments will always be there, the roguish attitude. There will be moments that cause his family to eyeroll, and other moments that will catch others off guard because of the kindness/compassion.
Captain Hook and Killian Jones have merged; he is both.