Anonymous: ☆ amanwillingtofight

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Send me a ☆ and a URL and my muse will impersonate their muse

[ She might be a tad intoxicated. Just slightly. 
   Index finger curves to resemble a hook,
   and she tries her very best to impersonate a
   dashing and debonair smirk. ]

       ”Killian Jones is the name…
         chest hair and piracy is the game. 
         I choose not to utilize the buttons on my vest.”

        ” I prefer to be  called a dashing rapscallion…

                                                                          {Whatever the hell that means.}”

Dark brows furrowed, eyes staring intently at the blonde who was shamelessly mocking him – even down to the hooked finger to represent the cold metal that replaced his left hand.

“Just what do you think you are doing, Swan?” he asked, arms crossing in front of his chest as he spoke.

In all honesty, Killian had no idea if he should be more amused or offended.