Log; Completed

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When; August 24 - Evening
Rating; G
Characters; (Jolly) Roger Davies jollygoodform & Captain Jas Hook ironhook
Summary; Girl!Jas and Big!Jolly go out on a date. ♥

Log;

Jolly; The night was young. Roger Davies, now a handsome, tall, and mildly attractive young man stood waiting at the base of the sparkling fountain, its pools reflecting the starry sky above. The night was a tad on the warm side, but a light breeze blew through the City gently, carrying with it the fresh smells of the day: salt from the ocean, lilacs from the flowers nearby, and the scent of a thousand strange and remarkable people living close by.

He was anxious, to be sure, but damn it all to hell if he was going to miss this once-in-a-lifetime chance. Finally, he and his Captain were the same age, the same day, so what did it matter to him that James was not really a girl? It did not stop him from loving him.

Hook; Jas- had mixed feelings about this whole thing. Hades only knew how he had been thrown for a loop when Jolly Roger had arrived, and he had been but a boy then. But to see him like this- grown, a man, the last thing he could bloody well remember of the man before he had- died. It was exciting and terrifying and saddening all at the same time. And he swore it must have been the estrogen of being a woman that had him- or, she, rather- brushing her hair back from her face. She did it as a man, too, but it seemed to be a nervous reflex at the moment.

She was still clad as a pirate, albeit she had dug out the old clothes from the last this had happened. A poet loose shirt tied with a scarf around her thin waist, a pair of tighter canvas pants she had pilfered somewhere along the way. She couldn't wear her hook like this, and the boots were also stolen- and though she had left her customary red coat aboard the ship, she still carried pistol, dagger, and cutlass at her thigh, hips rolling with the old sea-swagger as she made her way to the fountain.

Jolly; Jolly pondered his reflection curiously, looking down and touching his chin, frowning slightly. Was this what he was going to be like as a man? Would he live that long the second time around?

In his other hand he held a yellow rose: not only did this symbolize his devotion and care to his captain, it also ironically reflected what had first fascinated Jolly about Jas; the color of his blood. To him, it was a symbol of everything they had gone through, and would get through, together. For better or for worse

He looked up, and saw him...her. And he grinned, the boy Jolly shining through the man Roger's eyes.

Hook; When Jas clapped eyes on Roger- she stopped dead, as if she had hit a wall, and actually blanched. Really, she should be used to such a sight. How many nights- or even days- aboard the Jolly Roger did she see his ghost follow her around? She'd lost count. She had half believed- when he first arrived- that he was a figment of her imagination. But no, he was real. Solid. Alive.

Still, she was frozen, just staring at him hardly two meters away, blue eyes wide.


JollyHook; Jas blinked a few times when he stepped close, and actually dropped her gaze to the yellow rose in her hand, tightening her grip just fractionally on it. It was all she needed to compose herself again and look up to offer him a slow smile.

"And you know how to flatter a girl," Jas teased- he had far too much fun with some of these curses. It probably had half to do with, despite it all, he was still a kid at heart. And really, how many years was it now that he had been playing one massive game of mostly-make-believe with one Peter Pan? It was almost reflex now to fall into these things.


Jolly; Finally...finally, a curse worthwhile! Something Roger could enjoy, for once. He brightened, displaying another one of his winning grins. Never was Jolly ever far from a smile. He offered her his arm, his head tilted invitingly.

"I've been taking lessons. Shall we?"


Hook: The grin almost made her swoon. Almost. It as endearing as a child, but as an adult- well, it was a surprise he wasn't already beating the ladies off with a stick. That and his winning attitude- if he continued aging in this City, he would make some lovely lady very lucky someday. Which was a thought that, surprisingly, didn't make her as bitter as she thought it might. Although a flare of possessiveness similar to the one she felt over Ananova flashed briefly. It spurred Jas to slide her arm through Jolly's with a more familar smirk.

"We shall."

Jolly; "Now that's the James I remember! Swank, topping swank." And with that, he began walking away from the Fountain, leading her to a place he'd picked out previously.

He turned to give her another amused smile. "You're surprisingly attune to the whole girl bit, Jas."


Hook; "I will pretend you didn't say that," She drawled right back, shooting him a sly, sideways look. Really, it wasn't the first time it had happened. And he had needed to dress as a convincing lady before, on his adventures before Neverland. It wasn't something he was embarrassed of. After all, if nothing else, he did admire the female body.

"Besides- it is all about the act, my dear Jolly," She replied, saunting along next to him.

Jolly; Roger was highly amused at the coyness of the woman in front of him. True, he recognized right off the underlying attitude of the once-boy king, and it only served to make him all the more delighted.

"If all the world's a stage, then you're the absolute best actor of us all, Jas."

He continued leading her onwards, past the restaurant Angelo Amore. It was too obvious a location. And Jolly was if anything, original. Jas deserved something extra-special.

Hook; Jas liked her ego stroked, it was just the way of it. She was arrogant as any (except Peter Pan, who might be more arrogant, and did piss her off sometimes), and all but glowed under praise. But coming from someone she cared for, it was always the better. Forget-me-nots half-lidded and she gave Jolly a sideways smile, warm and sly.

"Aye, I can't disagree," And with a sigh she leaned into Jolly's side. Even if temporary, this was nice- though it was a subconcious effort not to think, constantly, of the last time she had seem him like this.

Jolly For a fleeting moment, Jolly looked surprised at Jas' leaning against him, but felt delight overtake him soon after. He reached out and gently put his hand on Jas' shoulder, bringing them that much closer together. Rarely did he ever get to comfort and soothe Jas; it was most often the other way around. Doing so now made him feel important, cherished, and loved.

He guided her past the last resident buildings of the city, leaving the pavement entirely and stepping onto the cool, wild grass. Nearly there now.

Hook; The circled arm around her shoulders made a warm feeling of safety curl in her belly and worm up her spine, and it was so relaxing to be this way with him that she closed her eyes, trusting him completely. It was true, Jas usually was the one taking the lead, but as Jolly had grown into an adult, it had been easier for her to give him leeway. Partly because he became less dependant, and more his own person. And truth be told, more often than not Jas was letting him do the holding, and the comforting, even if it wasn'tin such obvious ways.

It was when grass dusted up around her calves that she finally opened her eyes again to look around, and quirked a curious little smile. "Where exactly are you taking me?"

Jolly; Jolly breathed in the night air silently, overwhelmed by the sweet and very real presence of Jas curled under his arm. What he wouldn't give to keep walking forever, walking and speaking and enjoying each other's company. God, he thought feverishly, make this curse last for at least a little longer..

He turned, and gave a dark and maniacal grin, the light of a hidden joke in his smile. "Why, just outside the city. You know, to murder you, bury your body, overtake your position." He smirked. "Just the usual"

Hook; Somehow, the response didn't surprise him, but once again Jas was a little surprised by how much Jolly changes in the future. Still, she gave the man a deadpan look, one eyebrow cocked-- and then she started laughing.

"Very well. Just be sure spread as many rumors of my epic death that you can, otherwise it would not be very pirate of you," And she grinned, tucked her arm around his waist.

Jolly; Jolly smirked, holding her close to him, looking down at her.

"Well, I'm not nearly as good a writer, but I'll do my best." He nodded towards a tree nearby, still joking. "And does that patch of grass do my King any honor in burying him nearby? Or should I find something more suitable?"

He led her further in, then out through the trees, where the grass met the sand of the ocean bank. In front of then, shining brightly out over the sea, was a lighthouse.

Hook; Jas should have known, she had been here before, after all, but her eyes automatically lifted to the light shining above-- Peter was up there-- before falling to the indicated tree. She sniffed disdainfully, "Something more suitable. Honestly, Jolly, you think any old tree will do this Captain justice?"

But it was all in good fun, because her eyes had been drawn to the see like a magnet, and she breathed deep the seasalt in the air.

Jolly; Jolly, amused, shook his head in apology. "Forgive me, Captain. Were you to perish, I'd build a tomb worthy of you. Perhaps leveling London to the ground to have space enough for it." Chuckling, he brought her to the base of the lighthouse, and opened the door for her.

Hook; "Aye, that may do," But she paused as he opened the door. She knew what he intended now, but she also knew that Peter seeing them together might ruin the whole night- even later, when she was to go see him (her?), so instead of stepping inside she placed her hand on his chest and looked at him.

"May we- just stay outside instead?"

Jolly; paused, frowning, slightly thrown off by the request. Upstairs, hidden out of sight was a basket containing their dinner. But this was, after all, jas' night, and if she deemed the lighthouse unsuitable, then so be it.

He nodded, and gave a smile, touching her hand. "Of course. excuse me a moment." And he went to enter himself in order to retrieve what he'd left there earlier.

Hook; "Thank you," She knew she had thrown off his plans, but this would be best. She already knew how Peter would flare up about Roger (not unlike she did over Wendy, in ways), and while it was no secret she was out having dinner with him- well, it would not be unlike watching Wendy and Peter at the fairy dance, and she would not put the boy through that.

So she turned, arms crossing over her chest and hair shifting in the sea breeze, waiting Jolly's return and looking out across the lighthouse-moonlit-ocean.

Jolly; Lurking under the stairs, Jolly spotted the basket he'd placed earlier, and picked it up, quickly checking to make sure everything was as he'd left it. He smiled, and stepped back out a moment later, sneaking up behind Jas and slyly wrapping his arm around her waist.

"Where would you like to sit?"

Hook; Forget-me-nots slid shut at the feel of his arm around her waist, and reflexively she leaned back against his chest briefly. A deep sigh and she opened her eyes, then catching his hand smirked at him.

"Over here-" And the child in her shone through, as it did sometimes, as she pulled him over to the cliff's edge and- less like a lady, more like a sailor- dropped to sit a few feet from the edge in the grass.

Jolly; He grinned as she pulled him over, and sat down as she did, sliding his legs underneath him. Smirking, he set down the basket and took a moment to observe the horizon, clutching her hand.

"...Brilliant spot, I must say. You've very good taste, Captain"

Hook; Blue eyes stay focused out towards the ocean a moment longer before smirking softly at his praise and looking at him again. Her gaze traces his face a moment, letting the silence grow before she drops her eyes to the basket.

"...So? What have you there? Your instruments for my untimely demise?"

Jolly; He chuckled, amused, and reached out to take out a small French roll, tossing it at her.

"Only if you're Marie Antoinette, I'm afraid. These are too soft to use for bludgeoning."

Hook; She caught it one handed easily, and couldn't help but bark a laugh at his comment.

"Jolly Roger, you are full of surprises," She chuckled. After all, leave it to Roger to decide 'going out to dinner' meant a picnic. Though, truly, before coming to the City- that was exactly what Jas would have thought of it as.

Jolly; Jolly began removing more of the basket's contents, looking up with a grin. "There's butter here, too, and jam. I wasn't sure whether you liked strawberry or raspberry, but I erred on the side of caution," he started, and held up two jars before setting them down "and brought both."

Hook; "Of course you did," Jas murmured with a smile, her smile soft. Really, she was less interested in the food and more interested in his company. God knew they hadn't had much time to spend together since he arrived.

Jolly; Grinning, still with that childish air about him, he slid onto his stomach, sorting through everything, and removed at last two glasses and a bottle of red wine, setting them down in the grass.

"And what do you suppose Arthur Darling would say right now? THis is hardly proper eating etiquette. People of high society ought never to let their delicate skin touch horrid nature"

Hook; The mention of Darling had Jas snorting in a very unladylike manner, and she threw herself down next to Jolly, stretched out on her side and grabbing some of the grapes she found hidden in the basket, helping herself to popping one in her mouth.

"Arthur Darling is a lily-livered bilge rat," Was her firm response. "His opinion is less to me than the barnacles on the hull of my ship."


Jolly; "Shame, that! You ought to use his hide to clean those barnacles." He grinned, and playfully nudged Jas' shoulder with his own, reaching to pour the wine into both glasses.


Hook; That gives her pause a moment, thoughtfully taking her glass once the wine is poured and swirling it contemplatively. "That would be a lovely fate for him. Keel-hauled. Though I do not think he would be a very pretty addition to my ship." After all, it is custom to hang the victim from the rigging afterwards.

Jolly; He snorted, and sipped from his own glass. "Oh, like you've been one for tradition. Hang tradition, and hang his body wherever the hell you'd like it. Might I suggest your family doorway?" He raised his glass to her.

"Cheers"

Hook; His suggestion has her smiling slow and wicked, because wouldn't that have been a gift for his long-deceased Father? With a laugh she cheers him back and sips her wine, shifting to lean against his shoulder.

Jolly; Jolly beamed, loving to make her laugh, and drank heartily, setting his glass back down...after a moment, he remarked thoughtfully,

"You know, I do believe my very first sip of wine was shared by your company, Captain."

Hook; Her own glass touched down at the same moment Jolly's did, and her eyes moved to him when he spoke. She blinked slowly, an odd sense of de ja vu taking her chest hold, and she smiles wanly.

"It wasn't so bad, was it?" She murmured, shifting to lay down next to him, rolling onto her back so as to be able to see into his face.

Jolly; He smiled down, letting go of his glass and picking up another roll, tossing it up and catching it.

"No, not so much. Though, I did get a little sick after. I told you we drank too much. "He bit into the piece of bread, smirking.

Hook; "I? Drink too much? Never," Though, it was true. The pair of them had the tendency to- when they drank- drink far too much and act like the most rowdy sailors a deck has ever seen. Tucking her right arm behind her head and she smirked up at him.

Jolly; Jolly, laughing, started to hum under his breath the old Eton school song, raising his wine glass in toast to the occasion. He laid on his back, grinning, at the night sky, his head just barely touching hers.

"All aristocrats are alcoholics. They've just only coined themselves as 'social drinkers'!"

Hook; "Nae, my excuse is I am a pirate," She drawled, which she thought was the excuse to use for- just about everything. Laying back like this, her eyes automatically searched out Neverland-- which, of course, was never there. But that didn't stop her looking everynight, anyway.

Jolly; He smirked at that, and muttered softly, "To piracy, then."

Staring up as well, he very nearly seemed to read her mind, and, laughter gone, posed to ask her a quiet question,

"What's the Neverland like, Jas?"

Hook; His question sobers Jas considerably, and she goes still as she stares at the stars.

"Beautiful," She murmurs, her voice wistful- a tone it always takes when she speaks of Neverland. "Everything I imagined it to be. Mermaids. Forest. Mountains... its like a fairy tale. The sunrise and the sunsets, they're brilliant. Like a painting."

Jolly; He closed his eyes, imagining it, listening to her voice describe the place in detail. And as she did, he slid his hand around her, gently lifting her head closer to his shoulder.

Would he ever see Neverland now? He died before reaching it...did that mean his fate was sealed in stone? Would he never reach Jas' hidden paradise? Such questions plagued even his adult mind.

Hook; She fell quiet after that, when he pulled her in, but instead of resting to his shoulder, she rolled onto her side, half pressed against his chest to look into his face. It- hurt, in her heart. It was supposed to be the both of them in Neverland, but Jolly had never made it. Jas didn't believe in coincidence, and he couldn't help but wonder constantly-- if it had never been meant to be.

Her hand shifted from his chest, up to touch his cheek, scrutinizing his face as though memorizing it again. This boy-turned-man, who had been with her through some of the most important adventures in her life. Who she had killed countless people for to seek his revenge when he was so cruelly murdered. It made her throat tight, seeing him like this again.

Jolly; Jolly, musing on his own passing, turned to look to Jas, and saw her face, so sad and quiet...well, that couldn't be right, could it. He gave her a smile, reaching down to touch her chin.

"Jas,"he murmured, still grinning, "Wasn't it you who first said 'Death is but the greatest adventure of all'?"

Hook; : Blue eyes traced his face, then lifted to lock to his warm gaze. She swallowed thickly again, fingers curling against his cheekbone, and her voice was rough with sorrow, and thick with unshed tears, when she replied: "...But you didn't have to watch you die."


Jolly; Jolly swallowed, hating to see Jas in such a mess...Maybe it was her girl hormones, but she just looked so..vulnerable. He reached out to touch her fingers against his cheek, offering her a warm smile.

"Well, that's the thing, isn't it. To go to that last adventure, you first have to die. And it was better for me than for you to go. Neverland wasn't my dream. But it needed you"

Hook; Her jaw clenched, and it was so annoying sometimes how he could be so right about everything. Which he was, even about this. Neverland did need her. And she needed Neverland, but: "That doesn't make it hurt any less." She said out loud, blinking away the burn from her eyes. She wasn't going to cry in front of him, as much as her female body wanted her to.

Jolly; "No, it doesn't," he agreed, giving her a sympathetic look. "But at least we've got this time together. And besides," here he gave her a wink "I always liked the journeying with you more than I did the thought of Neverland anyway. I died doing what I loved."

Hook; Jas just looked at him for a long moment, and gave a wan sort of smile. That was true enough. And really, were Jas to die- she could not think of a better way to go than doing what she loved. Not that she ever planned on dying. Or getting any older. But still. She sighed and turned her face into his palm, then shifting, tucked her arms under his shoulders and rested her cheek against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

Jolly; Jolly wrapped his arms around the woman silently, his chin resting on top of her head. In the quiet of the evening, he savored every sense of her: her breathing, the way her hair smelled, the feel of her cheek against his own heart. He closed his eyes and lay still, more peaceful than he'd ever felt in a long time.