on screen [CS&COLIFER]

iv. aura [captain swan]

[or in which emma swan is a supernatural freak and ireland exchange student killian jones has a knack for sci-fi]

killian is sat at a mahogany desk, in an english class, and lost because he belongs in ireland and not in this bloody country who preaches freedom and practices corruption.

ebony is drawling out about cliques and he should be listening because gods above if his ruggish good looks are to get him anywhere, it should be into the higher class of this demented hierarchy because he has seen the cruelty of adolescence and he isn't a coward but he certainly isn't a fool.

he snaps out of his daze as a blonde wisp pokes out from a hood and a girl hastens to retreat it; she has ivory skin. it is all he can tell from her appearance, because she is clad in a peach hoodie, bulky and unflattering, sweatpants, and dirty, worn out baby blue sneakers.

"who is that?" he interrupts, and the words are out of his mouth before he can react.

ebony gazes over menacingly. "oh, her. her name is emma swan. she's a nobody, killian. a loser. a freak. they say she killed her own par-"

the windows shatter and emma swan's pencil has snapped in half as her eyes are shut tight, painfully, and her jaw is ticking.

he should be worried about the glass and the cause and if he is hurt. he should. but all he can focus on is emma swan and the sadness and the anguish clouding her features and did she hear ebony?

he looks down when emma opens her eyes. he hasn't one single injury. as he glances around he notices glass shards displayed everywhere, and yet no one is hurt.

he glances back up and emma swan is gone.

[a/n:

look, a half assed beautiful creatures AU !]