#{ a sea that's bluer than the tide ;; open starter }

[captkillianjcnes]

“I think the only reason you like me is because you’re not supposed to.”

[captkillianjcnes]

sanity is all relative

(now) open CS starter; based on wishlist item 

The day started out like any other, which wasn’t all that surprising, if one really thought about. Not much changed, day-to-day, in the small town of Storybrooke. Especially not in the asylum. Things were even less likely to change inside those drab walls. Even if Killian did try to escape them on an almost constant basis. He’d lost track of how long he’d been there, the doctors fairly convinced that, despite the different medications he’d been on through the years the ‘delusions’ he held just weren’t fading away.

This place was pretty much the only building Killian could remember of the town in any great detail, though, for no matter how many times he’d tried to escape, he never quite managed. Orderlies always tended to stop him right at the door--or just outside it--never giving him the chance to get too far. But that was fine, he told himself. What did it matter? He’d accepted the fact he wasn’t going anywhere (yet).

And with Emma Swan, a pretty blonde just a few rooms away, things weren’t always horrible here, Killian Jones had come to realize.

Today was actually a fairly ‘good’ day, according to his doctors. He hadn’t once mentioned (aloud) about being Captain Hook, even if the loss of his left hand (that he’d suffered in a military accident years ago, according to his personal admittance files) made him think he was. His mind told him he was, he mind told him that he had sailed the realms aboard the Jolly Roger, that he’d lived centuries in Neverland, that he was a pirate known as Captain Hook--but the doctors claimed it was all a delusion. And after taking the medicine, sometimes, Killian started to think they may be right...

Who knows, he sometimes wondered.

But at least today, Killian’s mind wasn’t thinking about piracy. He’d spotted Emma up ahead, and since she seemed to be one of the ‘saner’ ones in this whole place (which of course was all relative, given the nature of the place), he sought her out. “Swan!” Killian called out.