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bakerstreet2015-08-29 05:17 pm
moosejuice) wrote in bakerstreet2015-08-29 05:17 pm
Florence Nightingale Effect Meme
1. Previously aloof tough character gets injured, lets the love interest treat their injuries, and reveals a newfound trust and intimacy. This might or might not involve the tough person making that hissing sound when the love interest touches their injured face, but not quite pulling away...
2. The love interest gets injured, and the tough character treats them and suddenly reveals a tender side.
It's an old trope, admittedly, but an understandable one. You're hurt - physically or emotionally - and perhaps even on the brink of death. And then, out of the blue, someone saves you and brings you back. They heal you, they feed you, cloth you, wash you. In the human mind, the intimacies can bring up warm feelings, even in the hardest of hearts. Will you fight them or let them grow? And what about when it's time to leave? You may not feel like leaving your angel...
HOW TO PLAY
1. Comment with your character and preferences. Mention if you'd prefer to play the healer or the healed - or both, for greatest versatility!
2. Reply to others.
NOT EXACTLY PROMPTS, BUT IDEAS
- The finding and saving
- The hurt/comfort care process, I.E. cleaning wounds, bathing, wrapping bandages, etc.
- Feeding, finding clothes, etc.
- Mother hen behavior ("you're still hurt, don't do that!")
- Comforting from trauma
- Unwilling patient
- Pulling away, trying to be all aloof
- Realization of growing emotions
- Denial
- Attempts to instigate something more
- Jealousy at seeing your savior with someone else
- Confessions
- Mutual attraction
- First (accidental or no) kiss
- Obligatory sex scene option
- Make your own scene
Cap'm Hook | OUAT | OTA
sneaks this in here before I sleep x(
it shouldn't really bother her, or, it shouldn't bother her more than any other person taking a hit would. Emma is rough around the edges, sure, but she's not heartless. she doesn't like to see people hurt, even if she wants to get the hell out of dodge and get back to the life she and Henry were sharing without all this madness and danger.
still, there's a terror beating just under her breast bone that she's trying to ignore, at the way Hook is limping and sagging into her side like she's never seen before, not even after he nearly got his shadow ripped away from him in Neverland. it's even worse that he's hurt because of her, because without her magic she's practically a sitting duck whenever Zelena decides to throw her weight around. once again, Emma proves to not be much of a savior at all. she'd have rather taken that hit herself. not just because that's what she's used to, but because she wouldn't feel guilt or the harrowing hint of something she felt all too recently with Neal, and she's not sure she can really feel again. especially not for Captain Hook, especially when this sort of thing always goes wrong, especially not when she wants to leave this place behind her and have a chance at normal with her son.
she's trying to ignore it, finally getting him safely to the station, and letting him settle on a desk. she's trying to knot back the look of fear and concern on her face, too, but she hasn't managed it at all. ) You're an idiot, you know that? I don't need you to fight my battles for me. ( it's sharp and biting, because that covers the fact she's scared as hell that he'll be another name on a long list of people she's lost... and that she cares about him enough that she would notice the loss is practically as scary. ) Tell me where you landed, I think I have a first aid kit around here.
sorry I took so long!
But that wasn't why he felt so stupid. After all, he would do it again in a heartbeat. Maybe that's why he felt like an idiot. She didn't return... whatever the hell it was that he felt for her, and yet he felt it so strongly, so intensely, that he couldn't let it go even if he wanted to. But putting his life on the line?
Emma wasn't the type to just flat out not care about someone, but compared to how he felt- It didn't matter. He would do it again and that's all there was to it. But when she dropped him quite ungracefully onto the desk, jarring every single bone in his body, he dearly hoped that he wouldn't have to do it again.]
But I'm your idiot, right, Swan? Human shield and all that. [She sounded angry. And worried.] Besides, I'm fine. Just a- [Hook looked down at himself, racking his brain for something she would buy.] Just a little bruising is all. Had worse.
No worries! my laptop is broken so I'm heinously slow myself.
she might feel a little guilty about the wince she earns from her brutal deposit on the desk. she steps closer and looks at the side he's holding, refusing to look him in the eye. he calls her an open book, but she's trying not to give him any pages to read. ) Save the chivalrous bullshit for somebody else. I don't need you to save me. ( Emma gingerly presses a touch to the injured side, fingers coming back red. it just made her feel worse. he's an idiot for trying to protect her, but it's her fault that he felt like he had to. )
You're bleeding. Just... Take your shirt off, I'll get the first aide kit. ( if she were a little less distracted, she might realize it's kind of foolish to say take your shirt off with a straight face to Captain Hook, but she's a little distracted. )
oh no that's horrible! Don't know what I'd do without smart phones
No one said you needed me to save you. It just so happened that I went ahead and did it anyway. [Okay, he meant that to sound humble and reassuring, but it came out more as a snap than anything. He was wounded and getting a little more beaten down every time she decided to growl something his way. Granted, he was well aware that she was doing it out of annoyance that he got hurt for her, because that's just the kind of person she is and he lo- liked her for it. Still, there was only so much Hook could take from the situation. And it wasn't as if she planned on sticking around, if not for him then at least for her parents. But no. No, no. Anything to get away. Anything to get away from him.]
[Dammit, he just wanted to be angry! But that was no way to get her to stay and he wasn't near about done fighting for her.]
[At least the blood distracted him... for a moment.] I can get my pants off, too, if you think it'll allow you more access. [Maybe that could make up for the earlier remark. Hook hoped so as he began pulling off the heavy jacket.]
I'm stumbling along somehow! It's hopefully to be repaired soon in the meantime forgive my phonetags
(all the same, she doesn't regret saving him any more than he seems to regret saving her.)
she digs through her desk for the kit that's mostly stocked with batman bandaids and antiseptic for Henry, setting it down next to him. in a better situation, she might even laugh about how blatantly she walked into that one. ) Nice try. You can barely move, you're not getting out of those pants. ( he's slow in elbowing out of the jacket and Emma moves to help him without even thinking. it's not easy to pull the leather free when she's trying to avoid making the pain worse, but apparently she does have it in her to be gentle when she is willing to try. )
phonetags is better than no tags ♥
Trust me, Swan. If you really wanted them off, I'm not above attempting it. [He's not lying either. Not that he would get very far, but the thought is there.]
[Hook's thankful for the help with the jacket - even more thankful that she's being gentle for a change - and even though he winces a bit, it feels nice to get the damned heavy thing off. He starts on the shirt's buttons, glancing to the little white box with... some weird form of bandaging in it? Whatever. He trusts her enough with this town's strange technology that he doesn't even care what's being put on his wounds. There was a time when he'd be wary of such a thing... Ah well.]
[Once the buttons are done, he begins slowly taking the shirt off. Still painful, but not as bad as the jacket.]
AHHH I'm so sorry I'm so slow!!
Emma just doesn't know how. if they had a chance before when she had her magic, now things are absolutely hopeless. everyone knows it, they're just not saying it. she's useless without her magic, nobody has to tell her that, she already knows.
she huffs a dry (and not particularly amused) laugh at his insistence. ) Yeah, and then what? ( he's injured enough that no matter what promises he makes, he's not going to be nailing her on any of these desks. she doesn't need him to strip to know that. he's slow at working his shirt open, too, and Emma grows impatient and dusts his hands away to do it herself. her knuckles are probably cold when they run against his skin — he's too warm for a man that refuses to get a proper winter coat in Maine. )
Shit. ( it's way worse than she thought it was, dark purple matched against an open wound. it's very nearly something she should send him to Whale for, if it were any deeper. ) Why didn't you say it was this bad?
It's just one day! Don't worry about it, you're fine ♥
[But would she listen? No. Does she ever listen to him? Ever? It sure didn't feel like it. Their entire situation, whatever it was that hung between them, was so absolutely frustrating that he couldn't stand himself half the time.]
[At least he got a laugh out of her.] And then I'd probably fall dead from exertion. [Might as well be honest and try to keep the light mood going, but his mind is quick to go blank when her hands brush his away to help with the unruly shirt. Emma's cold knuckles burn into his skin, and he tries his best to not make much of a reaction. After all, he's trying to be mature here after getting wounded like that, and Hook was fairly certain she would just somehow get angry over a held breath or a lick of his lips or, God forbid, a comment about it.]
[All he does - all he can do - is look up at her while she remains distracted with his shirt and just... well, make a wish that she would so much as look back at him the same way.]
[Her words throw him off. Being immediately brought back to the situation, he glances down to the-... Oh.]
... I've had worse. Pirate, love. [Not the complete truth, but the last thing he wants her to do is worry and fret over him... The attention would be nice, though.]
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I don't know what turn-ons were four centuries ago, but usually a dead guy doesn't do it for me. ( it's not a funny joke, in fact the idea of him dying still replicates that painful mutter in her heartbeat from when she saw him nearly drowned and lifeless. ) I've worked this hard to keep you alive, slugger, let's keep you that way. ( a backhanded, careless tone, like the fact she wants him alive doesn't mean anything, when honestly it means a lot.
Emma probably wouldn't have held a hitch of breath against him. her hands are cold, they pretty much always are. a comment, well, a comment wouldn't have gotten very far. she likes him best when she sees through the playboy pirate thing he's trying to convince people of, and it may be easier to be Captain Hook, she's more interested in Killian Jones.
she doesn't doubt he's had worse, but that doesn't mean this isn't something to worry about. she sighs, catching his eye with a spark of guilt and fear painted in her expression, whether she wants him to see it or not. she hates that he's hurt and she hates that he's hurt because of her, especially. it does occur to her that not many would bother to protect her, it's just something she's better off not thinking about. ) Can you get it off? I should clean it, I need to get some towels or something.
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[It seems like every time he has a moment with her lately, Killian just wants to bring up the fact that he would really appreciate it if she stayed. In fact, it seemed like everything constantly reminded him of it. Who would patch him up if she left? Why would he even stay in Storybrooke? There was nothing here for him except acquaintances and her memory. And, yes, the crocodile... but he didn't care about killing the bloody crocodile anymore.]
[Milah's death was horrible and he did greatly care for the woman. Justice still needed to be done, but they weren't the only ones wronged by Rumplestiltskin and killing the Dark One has proved next to impossible thus far. Ever since he's met Emma, the world didn't seem quite so dark anymore and, while he still felt that things needed to be done, killing the Dark One was no longer a massive priority. Maybe he was just a fool to attempt chasing down the Savior; who wouldn't fall in love with her? Still, it changed nothing. There was nothing for him in Storybrooke. Nothing in Neverland or The Enchanted Forest. Just-]
[Maybe this was just him being selfish.]
[He watched her walk away, before glancing back to the strange white box, idly holding his balled up shirt against the worst of the wound to stifle bleeding.] I could probably do this on my own, you know. [He was likely going to make some less than proud sounds when she started poking at him.]
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she's not staying to go steady with a pirate. it's safe to say her taste in men is very poor, the first abandoned her at the behest of a puppet and the next, well, he'd turned out to be a monkey. maybe she really needed to stay benched romantically.
no, she knew what she was leaving behind. stresses she didn't need. family that lived perfectly fine without her until they needed something. a town that thought of her as a tool more than a person. dangers and threats constantly looming overhead. she wanted to go back to New York, things had been good there and nobody really understood how good. it's selfish but sometimes she wishes she didn't remember at all.
when Emma returns she's armed with some damp towels and her hair is hiked into a ponytail. better to get it out of the way when she was working on an injury. ) You tie bandages with your teeth and you don't have any idea what bacteria are. Just let me fix you up and don't whine. ( despite her terse tone, she's careful as she peels back the shirt, eyes sharp on what she's doing, and she's gentle as she tries to clean his wound.
it's sad but no matter how careful she is, it's probably going to hurt. )
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And maybe nothing would happen between, but it was better than here disappearing from his world completely.]
Bacteria? [And what was so bad about using his teeth? When you're wounded, you don't have enough arms to tend yourself, typically. But he didn't manage to get the words out before hissing at the sting. Right. Time to be manly.
He had never experienced rubbing alcohol before, so this was going to be fun.]no subject
she looks a little sympathetic from the hiss at the antiseptic. it isn't fun, but he'll have to survive it. and come on, compared to rum, it wasn't so bad! it'd sting, yes, but it'd clean out the wound, and that was worth a little bit of discomfort. she's as quick as she can be while still being thorough, and then she digs in the first aide kit for some gauze big enough to cover the whole wound. )
Looks like this isn't your first. ( she grazes a scar just above the wound she's cleaning up with a quiet fingertip. ) That wasn't to impress a girl too, was it? ( is that a joke? hard to tell with Emma these days. )
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[No, the alcohol wasn't as bad as rum, but it was cold and sharp and looked perfectly harmless. The burn lingered for a moment and he had to wonder what the hell that was, but didn't ask. He didn't want to know.]
[He shivered slightly from her touching an old scar, though.]
I'd hardly claim that mermaids were girls I want to impress. [Hook spoke through clenched teeth before forcing himself to relax. The worst looked to be over, shockingly.] No, that one isn't terribly eventful. Got it during a storm aboard the Jolly Roger. Nasty piece of work that threatened the capsize the poor lass. It edged off quickly enough, but I managed to get struck by something while trying to keep the ship together. Knocked me right overboard. But don't worry, Swan. I lived. [And here he gives a signature smirk. Yes, telling her about his old war wounds - as much of a war as that one was - sounded like plenty of fun. He tried hard to imagine her saying something along the lines of, "That must have been so hard for you," all soft and sweet like, but for the life of him couldn't bring up the image.]
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Yeah, not so much. ( Emma still remembers the mermaid they ran into in Neverland, she was not exactly a friendly sort. she finds some clean gauze to apply to the wound, it doesn't seem horribly deep, he shouldn't need stitches. she doesn't ask him to hold it in place for her, just grabs his hand and places it there firmly, she figures the message is clear enough as she works at opening a package of gauze.
she rolls her eyes at the affirmation he's still around and she need not worried. ) I could tell. ( unless she's treating a ghost pirate, and considering they've seen a ghost recently, that's no longer a particularly funny joke... she pulls open the bandage with her teeth, before managing a smile. apparently her only joy these days came from picking on the pirate. ) Did Smee fish you out?
( Emma's never met Smee. she just knows him from the book. and the movie. she is never telling Hook she's experienced his legacy, it'll go to his head. )
sorry it's so short ;;
A few of them did, actually. I suppose Smee helped, but the man is a bloody coward most of the time. Does what he's told more often than not, though, so he's not exactly incompetent either. Still, I don't remember too terribly much off all that and stayed below deck for most of the next day.
[But hey, he lived.] I have plenty of old pirate tales and more exciting wounds than that if you'd ever like me to share. [He likes sharing, Emma. It's his favorite.]
that's okay! lmao sorry for ANOTHER WAIT man i suck
I didn't even know Smee actually existed. ( Emma mused quietly, finally getting to the arduous task of winding bandage around Hook's torso. it brought her a lot closer than she'd allow herself normally, but it was easy to focus on her work and not their proximity. )
You can tell me as many as you can until we deal with this witch and Henry and I go back to New York. ( even now, Emma couldn't quite manage to call New York home. she still hadn't found that. it was better than whatever she had here, though. )
It's cool! It's totally fine! ♥
Hook watched her for a moment, considering to either make some sort of smart remark or a sincere one, when she went ahead and said that. Of course, as usual, he could flip her comment around into something flirtatious and challenging, but-]
Must you bring New York into every conversation?
[It was just- Even when he gave up and tried to delude himself, she still reminded him of what seemed to be the inevitable. But seeing as they were talking about it now, he might as well speak. Though, Killian took care to reel in some of his temper first.]
Have you even spoke to Henry about this grand plan of yours?
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she keeps him at a distance, because he keeps trying to shove closer and she's terrified by the even idea of it. someone that wants to be with her, someone that is willing to wait as long as it takes. she doesn't believe that sort of person can possibly exist — keeps dashing at his hopes and trying to pull the rug out from underneath him in a depressing attempt to prove herself right, that nobody could ever really want her.
one day, she'll scare him off, and she may not be happier for it, but they'll both be better off. )
Yes. ( no, she doesn't, but it's a stern reminder for him to let it go and to stop trying to be invested in her. so far it hasn't seemed to work, she's just stubborn that way. ) He was dying to go home before he remembered. He knew it was temporary when we came. ( she frowns, because there's a difference in Henry wanting to go home without memories and the boy that has his entire family and wants to protect Storybrooke. she doesn't want to think he'd say no. he'll go back with her, right? he was happy in New York, too, she knows he was. )
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But if New York were truly her home, Killian would resign himself to being stuck in unrequited love, but it's not that simple. Her family was here, the family she had always wanted to know and never had. Her roots, her home was here and back in the Enchanted Forest. Yet she suddenly wanted to leave it all behind?
Often times, Hook attributed the need to run from fear. Fear of not being good enough, of being rejected by those she truly cares for, of the unknown. And she was definitely the type of woman to run away before admitting she was scared. But sometimes he had to wonder if it wasn't fear. What if she was worried for Henry? What if she thought Regina would take her adopted son back? What if she just wanted to get away from him or someone else in this world of theirs? But they aren't talking about her right now.]
Henry grew up here. His life is here. Now that he remembers, do you really think he'll be so easy to convince to leave all over again? [From Hook's understanding, neither of them wanted to leave the first time. It was a necessity to save the boy. Maybe she saw it more as a jail break.]
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coming back again just proved to her she didn't have a place here. she had a title, she had expectations and responsibilities, and maybe she didn't want them anymore. they weren't given to her because she was worthy or deserved them, they'd been dumped on her shoulders thanks to her birth and a curse that had been broken a long time ago. her family wouldn't miss her if she were gone, they'd already proven that.
maybe Hook would, yet her intent attempts to push him away were to find his breaking point so she could prove to herself that he wouldn't miss her, either. )
Life in New York was good. Just the two of us. ( Emma wants to believe that she'd be enough for Henry. that he'll want to be with her, and that he might be the first in a lifetime that would actually choose her over everything else. her fists are tight and her knuckles are white, discomfort obvious. she shakes it off, physically, brushing past him to dig in the kit for aspirin, doling out a dose and placing it in his palm. ) Take this. It'll make it ache less. ( she hates it when Hook gets under her skin like this, so it's much easier to try and distract than own up to the fact he's making her have second thoughts. )
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I'm not saying it wasn't good, especially connecting more with your son, and I'm sure the lad thinks the same. But that was then. You both remember now. It's-
[She shoves medicine in his hand, cutting off his words. She wasn't the best at having a heart to heart, that was for sure... Damn if she wasn't stubborn...
He reluctantly throws back the pills, the dull ache just getting worse the more he works himself up.]
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it's not their fault she doesn't have a place here. she's never really had a place anywhere, she's not sure why she ever thought that Storybrooke could be different. )
You've got a spare swashbuckling shirt around somewhere, don't you? ( because there's a nice hole in this one, now... Emma assumes he's got more than one outfit, but come to think of it she's never seen him in anything else. ) I think I have a spare tshirt around here, if you're willing to wear something that isn't black.
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Black's my color, Swan. [He sounds more tired now, taken far more from the conversation than his wound.] I suppose I could make an exception this once, though.
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my turn to be sorry!
no need! <3
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