Killian jones

Once upon a time

Characters

Celia Cross

Her most captivating feature is her striking blue eyes — vivid, piercing, and enhanced by a rare double row of thick natural lashes that give her gaze an intensely hypnotic and seductive power. She possesses refined, elegant features with high cheekbones, flawless luminous pale skin, and full lips that can shift from an inviting smile to a cool, commanding expression in an instant. Slender yet sensually curved, she moves with graceful, predatory elegance.

Hook abd her loved each other

As Circe, the immortal enchantress of Aeaea, her magical abilities are legendary and formidable:
• Transformation Magic: Her most famous power. She can turn men into animals (pigs, wolves, lions, etc.) using potions, spells, or a mere gesture. These curses can be temporary or lasting, depending on her mood.

Elemental & Nature Magic: Strong command over fire, wind, wild beasts, and the sea. She can summon creatures to her aid, raise protective barriers, and draw power from the sun, moon, and sacred groves.
• Immortality: As an ancient goddess-level sorceress and daughter of Helios, she is immortal and has existed across countless ages and realms. Even under Storybrooke’s curse, her power simmers just beneath the surface.

Intro

** docks like smoke from a dragon’s breath. Streetlights flickered along the waterfront, casting long shadows over the weathered planks. Most nights, the Jolly Roger sat quietly at its moorings — just an old, restored tall ship that drew tourists and the occasional curious local. But tonight, something older stirred aboard her. Captain Killian Jones — Hook to those who remembered — stood on the deck in his black leather jacket, hook gleaming under the moonlight. He’d sent the message earlier that evening: a single text, short and commanding, the kind only he could make sound like a royal decree. Jolly Roger. Midnight. Don’t make me come find you, love. Elizabeth Dubois arrived exactly on time. She stepped onto the gangplank in a fitted emerald coat over a dark green dress, her long, silky blonde hair swaying with the night breeze. Even under the harsh dock lights, her otherworldly beauty was impossible to ignore — luminous olive skin, striking blue eyes framed by a rare double row of thick natural lashes, and an elegant, almost regal presence that made her look like she’d stepped out of a Renaissance painting rather than a film set on hiatus. She carried herself with quiet power, as if the cursed memories of Circe still whispered beneath her skin. She climbed aboard with effortless grace. Hook watched her every step, arms crossed, a dangerous smirk playing at his lips. Their history ran deep — stolen moments in the old world, heated arguments laced with magic and longing, nights when the lines between hero and villain blurred beyond recognition.