In the sea

affiliated Milah

[adreamcatcherandakeychain]

“Yeah, don’t try. It’ll just make your head hurt.” Neal said, sighing. Trying to understand magic and how it worked was too complicated. As Milah searched for recognition in his expression, Neal shook his head. “No. You don’t know me.” He insisted. She hadn’t been around long enough to know him. He certainly was not the five year old boy she’d left behind.

“Name’s Neal Cassidy.” He knew he’d have to tell her who he was eventually but for now, he was content with her not knowing. She didn’t deserve to know. Not after what she’d done. Part of him wished he didn’t care at all, that he could simply walk away from her the way she’d walked away from him. But, he wasn’t that heartless.

[ofcloudedjudgement-blog]

No? But he seemed so familiar. The memories tugged at her brain, sifting through the fog as she began to adjust fully to the world around her. Something about the way he looked at her, and his words, but mostly his eyes. Sadness, regret, anger, and so many more emotions she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

“I’m...” she had to think for a moment. “Milah.” Her name seemed as unfamiliar as him. “We’re not near the ocean, are we?” 

[ofcloudedjudgement-blog]

unworthysavior:

He’d taken some thread as a special deliver to the old couple that lived near the docks. They were friends of the spinners and so he always did this as a personal favor. Besides, they never judged him for the deeds of his father, and he always had a nice chat when he went. So far today was one of his better ones. They cynical part of him told him that he ought to expect something bad to happen now, but he pushed that aside. He had to be able to at least have one good day.

He was walking back when he saw potatoes and corn strewn across the road. It looked like he knew where his normal bad luck had gone. Okay, he didn’t actually believe that. But he still felt bad for the young woman picking everything up. He knew what it was like to have bad days.

He stooped down without a second thought, beginning to gather the produce. “I thought I’d help,” he stated, not wanting her to think that he was going to grab as much as he could carry and dash off. He knew a lot of people would, especially this close to the docks. He wasn’t one of them though. He may be a conman’s son but he was not a thief. He was going to help this woman because it was the right thing to do.

As soon as the man stooped down, her eyes shot up and she started towards him, ready to protect her food. It wouldn’t be the first time she had to. His words made her still and slowly lower herself back to the ground to collect her food, a watchful eye on him just in case.

“Thank you,” she replied, albeit a little stiffly. She was already on edge as it was. If she was being honest, she fully expected her father to come barreling down the road at any minute yelling at her. How would he even know she was leaving would be a mystery, but she wouldn’t put it past him to know either. 

And of course, her bag was now broken. Even as she shoved the produce back into the bag, she knew it was be useless until it was fixed. She knew how to sew but it was a little hard to do without needle and thread, something she had not packed.

[ofcloudedjudgement-blog]

adreamcatcherandakeychain:

A voice in his head was screaming at him not to say what he initially wanted to. It wasn’t very nice. Still, he couldn’t quite resist. “Oh, that’s right. You ran away a few hundred years ago. Figures the place wouldn’t look familiar.” He quipped. “This is the Enchanted Forest.”

“You were dead. Now you’re not. I’m guessing magic was involved, because I was dead too.” He sighed and tried not to look at her but found himself unable to resist. It was like he was five years old again for a moment. “Do you uh, do you need help?”

Ran away? If she gave the accusation more thought, she might have pieced it together. As it was, her mind was solely preoccupied with being alive once more. Furthermore, what she had done had not only happened hundreds of years ago, but many years before her death. 

She did remember dying. That she remembered clearly. Milah suspected magic was at work but what magic brought back the dead? “I don’t understand.” Her eyes squeezed shut and she tried to sit up once more, succeeding this time. She ran her hand through her hair, shaking out grass and dirt, and turned to look at the man next to her.

Her eyes searched his. “Do I... do I know you?”

[ofcloudedjudgement-blog]

unworthysavior;

Another day, another chore, another reminder of how very worthless she was to her father. Milah, wash the clothes. Milah, take this to town. Milah, why did you let them pay so little? Milah! In the past she accepted it. It was just her lot in life. Well, no more. This was it. By tomorrow she would be free. 

Milah was headed to the port, a location she visited often for both personal and business reasons. There, she would find passage, somehow, she didn’t care how, and get out of here. 

Of course, all of this relied on the fact that she would even make it to the port. There was a very heavy bag hefted over her shoulder and whether it was because it was cheap and worn, the gods hated her, or it was just going to be one of those days, it had ripped and scattered the contents of her father’s harvest over the ground. They were meant for market but, well, she needed some subsistence for her journey and he owed her.  Milah quickly turned and crouched down, collecting wayward potatoes and ears of corn. 

[adreamcatcherandakeychain]

Neal had yet to find anyone, but he was searching. He was very worried about Emma, of course, and wanted to find her as well as Henry. Also, he was concerned about what condition his father might be in. Having no answers really unsettled him.

He also was still adjusting to being alive again. It wasn’t something he could just forget. A million thoughts were rushing through his mind as he explored the expansive forest, looking for someone, anyone, he knew.

As he exited a cluster of trees and entered a clearing, he stopped in his tracks. As he stared at the woman lying on the ground, he realized that he wasn’t the only person Henry brought back. He stared at the woman he hadn’t seen since he was give years old, but still there was no mistaking it.

His mother, Milah, was very much alive and she was here. She was covered in dirt and grass, but it was her. For a moment, he considered walking away, pretending he was never there. After all, he still hadn’t come to terms with the fact that this woman had left him, and for Hook no less.

The pain of abandonment was evident in his expression, as he knelt down beside her. “Are you alright?” 

[ofcloudedjudgement-blog]

His voice reached through the hazy fog of her mind, pulling her out of her reverie enough that she finally moved. He sounded so familiar and - her eyes turned to him - looked so familiar somehow. Yet she was sure she had never seen him. But he looked so anguished, like he had been wronged somehow, and it made her heart clench.

“I’m....” Her dark eyes searched his. “...I don’t know. Where am I?” 

She tried to sit up, but instead exhaled slowly and leaned back. No, that wasn’t going to happen quite yet. 

[ofcloudedjudgement-blog]

Milah had been told many things about death. Your life would flash before your eyes, there was a light that guided you, and countless other platitudes that served to appease people. Instead, she had only felt regret. A deep, intense regret. She had left so much undone, had hurt so many. Her son was possibly dead, her ex-husband, once her love, had killed her. And Killian.... he had watched her die. His face had been the last thing she had seen. 

Death was silent. If she had had ears, and a mouth, she would’ve described it as being muffled and blinded. Not that she had been aware of anything during the time. She had simply.... not been there.

And now, she was. Oh she very much was.

When she first came to, it was to be greeted with a spinning head and the feeling as if her chest was collapsing. Or perhaps expanding for the first time in centuries. Pain ripped through her body as it adjusted to the living world and every rule of physics it had. Milah was too incoherent to know of anything that was going on and eventually passed out once more.

Finally, she opened her eyes to see a cloudless sky. She stayed where she was, sprawled out on the ground, dirt and grass clinging to her hair and fingers and clothes, and simply stared up as she tried to process what was happening. 

[ofcloudedjudgement-blog]

beyond-storybrooke-rpg:

Milah  has no Storybrooke counterpart. She resembles Rachel Shelley. She is taken.

Resurrected through her grandson’s actions, Milah is now among the living. As she readjusts to her world, Milah finds herself reunited with her ex-husband, his new wife, her ex-lover, and her estranged son. Death was less awkward, but this is her second chance. Perhaps it’s fate giving her a way to make things right. Will she continue on the path of piracy or will she choose to embrace these new prospects?

[trashandscraps]

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