someone must've loved you, not the way that I do

Phoebe remarked about his nickname, he chuckled lightly as he shrugged. ”Yeah, I’m gonna go ahead and veto Kill... forever. But thanks Pheebs,” he said, in a playful tone. Phoebe was very good at calming people, midwife was a very suitable job for her. Her voice was so calm, sweet like honey, and when he looked at her Killian felt as though nothing was wrong. They were just two friends enjoying a walk. Though a crueler reality would set back in, and this sort of confused and worried limbo could only be broken by answers. Phoebe was only a temporary remedy. Though a beautiful one.

She broke his troubled stupor once again when she brought up “wack”, and how she had thought it was maybe short for wacky. He smiled at her, nodding yes and shaking no simultaneously, ”Yeah, kinda like wacky.”

She seemed to pick up on his distress, and though he was trying to hide it, her acknowledgment of his predicament was somehow reassuring. To know that he wasn’t alone in whatever this was, it felt good, and he nodded at her to show that he heard and appreciated her. Though still praying to the goddess that this was just a spell, a dream, a hallucination.

The two broke free of the tree line at last, and found themselves in open pasture. It almost reminded him of home, but the season was all wrong, and it just... wasn’t. Not to mention the giant spire looming in the distance- home did not have one of those. ”What’s that?” he asked, brown eyes fixed on the spire.