CLOSED ♔ knighting ceremony

[ironsides]

WHO || Wynn, Hook, Thoster, David Levin, Lanston Wellington, Belle, Lila, Faye, Amara, Erky, Gold, Buffy, Spike, Luthir, Fred Jr., Eric, , Mark, Edain, Riddick, Jaime, Jaina, Dimitri, Miles, various other unnamed members of the Dragon's Hide [closed]
WHAT || Hook's full Knighting ceremony; induction into the Dragon's Hide
WHERE || Knight's Headquarters, the Great Hall
WHEN || May 24th, 2014 evening
HOW || Actionspam

Unlike the grandiose nature of the squiring ceremony each Knight undergoes upon their initial entrance into the Knighthood, the graduation to Full Knight status takes place in a much more intimate affair, between the Knight, their mentor, invited friends, and the members of the sect to which they will be inducted. There's no pompous music, no stolid rank and file, no elaborate march.

Hook's invitees are given seats of honor at the front of the ranks of the Dragon's Hide members - the largest sect in the castle, with the most representatives here, and Dovan, Wynn, and Thoster wait up at the front of the room for David to approach them, but the attitude of the ceremony is much more relaxed, full of smiles and light conversation on all sides.

Wynn finally gets things rolling, by saying in his loud listen-to-me voice: "Approach and kneel, Sir Killian Jones."

Comments

[unhand]

[He raises his eyebrow at her because that's totally deflecting, but in fairness, he did deflect first, so he relents.]

Doesn't help that it's Gold. But I suppose I wouldn't be opposed to having... something like that.

[uncurse]

Yeah? [ that awkward moment when she really walked herself into this one, but now she’s hyper-aware of their closeness and the speed of her pulse. her gaze wanders away from his eyes for a moment and she just barely shakes her head as she draws it back up, forcing herself to find something more to say to dispel the tension. ] I’m surprised. I didn’t think pirates were much for settling down.

[unhand]

We're not, as a rule. [But he glances back at her with a smirk.] Course, we also don't care much for rules. Right woman, right place and time... [He shrugs, expression softening.] I wouldn't think twice.

[uncurse]

Well, I’m sure the knight in shining armor thing will help with that.

[ she offers him a tight smile, effectively stepping out of the running with her remark. ]

It’s sweet, but that kind of thing’s just not meant for everyone. [ she’s talking about belle and gold again. ] Or maybe it is, and we screw it up. Either way.

[unhand]

[Hook raises his eyebrow at her. It's not exactly subtle, what she's saying.]

Does that mean you don't want it or you don't think you can have it? They're two very different things, you realize.

[uncurse]

[ truthfully? it means she doesn’t want to take the risk, knowing it might not work out, because of how badly it’s gone before. another encounter like neal or graham might just be the straw that breaks her. but hook’s not subtle either, and she can tell he’s more or less gauging his chances here. so she wants to be very careful in how she answers. ]

I don’t think it’s in the cards for someone like me. I accepted that a long time ago; after a while, you stop wanting it. [ she’s still kind of waiting for the stop wanting it part to really stick. ]

[unhand]

I don't believe that. [It might be his sense motive of 15, but more likely it's the fact that he's a fairy tale character and happy endings are so engrained into his sense of life that he simply can't imagine not wanting one.] Don't you ever think about it? About... being happy?

[uncurse]

[ IT WASN'T REALLY A LIE, she really believes it. she just hasn't stopped wanting it yet. so ... stop projecting your fairytale shit, hook. ]

I'll be happy when my family's back together. I can't think about anything else until then.

[unhand]

[Convenient evasion.] How's that going, by the way? Any progress on your memory spell?

[uncurse]

[ she just shakes her head like no don't go there. that is not an acceptable topic change. she regrets it. ]

Forget it.

[unhand]

That would generally be the point of memory spells. [He raises his eyebrows, a hint of a smirk playing around his lips.]

[uncurse]

Cute. [ in the not at all kind of way. she settles into a combative smirk of her own. ] Fine. Let me spell this out for you. Magic is different here. It's not as simple as just ... brewing up some potion in a back room and helping Amara forget her troubles. I have not found any memory spells.

[unhand]

That was what I was asking. [He didn't think she had a potion already prepared or anything.] Any way I can help?

[uncurse]

I know that talking about it isn't helping, so how about we start there?

[unhand]

There seems to be rather a lot you don't want to talk about, Swan. What, pray tell, would be a safe conversation topic?

[uncurse]

Congratulations.

[ she hurries it out, hands finding her hips. she nods as an afterthought. ]

You, uh. You made it. So, good work.

[unhand]

[That's not really the topic change he was expecting. He looks a little surprised, but he smiles still, a teasing glint in his eye.]

...thanks, love. Did you doubt me?

[uncurse]

Well, you are a pirate.

[unhand]

Aye, that I am. [There's a note of sadness, but it's not entirely detectable. He's a pirate. Untrustworthy and ungentlemanly. It's not hard to get the undertones.] But now I am a knight as well. Perhaps the two titles cancel each other out.

[uncurse]

Something to ask Thoster about, I guess.

[unhand]

I suppose he'd know, if anyone did. [He hesitates a moment, then holds out a hand.] But as his countenance isn't nearly so lovely to look upon, I think I'll wait on that. Dance with me?

[uncurse]

I really wasn't planning on staying. I need to look into this memory curse idea and see if it can carry water. [ she glances towards the door, hedging, and then meets his gaze. her lips purse and she relents, raising her hand to fit it in his. ] All right, one song.

[unhand]

[He grins at her, teeth flashing as he pulls her into his arms.] It would be a shame to break such a lovely pattern. Parties where I don't get to dance with you are dull affairs indeed.

[uncurse]

Save it.

[ she rolls her eyes, settling her free hand on his shoulder. she takes her time in turning her face to look up at him. ]

It's not a pattern. [ there's nothing she can say in support of that—it's sheer stubborn denial. ]

[unhand]

My mistake. [He doesn't sound remotely convinced. It is a pattern, Emma. It's the very definition of a pattern. But he's not about to pick a fight about their relationship status while the music's playing and wow, dance 22, he's not fucking around today.] But it's very nice, whatever you'd like to call it.