Face the Storm

Emma Neal (neé McKendrick.) 22. A simple contradiction, atmokinetic journalist and heiress. I am a wife and mother, friend and sister. I need help. I need to help. Married to Ash. Mother to Elliot Devon Neal.

[stormyemma]

Found my old glasses!

[enhancedmedium-deactivated20131]

Those are attractive.

[stormyemma]

Why thank you. I used to love them.

[stormyemma]

Migraine. Ow.

[inferiorfaith-deactivated201505]

They got meds for that crap you know, Blondie.

[stormyemma]

Smart-ass. [Emma chuckles and continues to rub her temples] I'm just waiting for them to actually work.

How are you, Faith?

[stormyemma]

Migraine. Ow.

[prettycynicism-deactivated20140]

Migraines suck. I can probably fix it for you.

[stormyemma]

Agreed one hundred percent. Oh? What did you have in mind?

[stormyemma]

Found my old glasses!

[stormyemma]

Migraine. Ow.

[stormyemma]

You will not touch him.

[the-sexy-bexs]

Wont touch who?

[stormyemma]

Elliot. [protectively holds her peacefully slumbering son, gaze unwavering from the tall man before her] Patrick cannot hurt him.

[samaelscorrupted]

Samantha screwed her eyes shut, swallowing and trying to compose herself — she’d done so well, kept  the mask so firmly in place for so long. “I —” she refrained from another sob, shaking her head silently. “It used me to do this to them — they w-were real…” Her parents, that baby, maybe not even a year old, the young mother and father, all the others…

[stormyemma]

Emma refused to let her gaze stray from the hurting woman, to harden her voice or gaze. She'd been here before. Not a happy time in her life, so the hell if she would permit something like this happening to someone else; that just was not her nature. "But what happened wasn't by your control; you never would have hurt them." No-one who was this devastated, Emma thought, would have. She was scared, yes, but clinging to logic and instinct. The latter of which demanded she help, that she protect.

"They are not real now. Remember that. Remember how strong you were, protecting all of us in the grocery store? That's you, not what was using you. Look at me," she beckons and lays a hand on Samantha's cheek. "I'm real and nobody's going to hurt you. Not ghosts or demons or that freak clown from that Stephen King book-movie thing. They're just ghosts. That's all." Patrick didn't like that, promising a rather lovely array of vengeful deeds on her when he was real again. "Oh would you shut up?" she demanded of her ghostly ex. "Honestly, I really don't have time for you."

[samaelscorrupted]

I’m not a demon, I’m not it, go find it —

[stormyemma]

"Hey.. hey, look at me." Emma wove between ghosts, ignoring the snarling and hissing words of her own, voice calm. If Patrick was a trick of her mind, was this of the crying blonde's as well. Her hands gently rested on Samantha's shoulders--dang this girl was tall.

"Look at me," she instructed again. "They are not real. I mean, you can see them and hear them and so can I, but that does not constitute their real..ness." Green eyes, firm but warm, remained searching for Samantha's. Her calmness would be explained later.

[stormyemma]

You will not touch him.

[stormyemma]

we really don't care if you hate destiel with the passion of a thousand firey suns. Be an actual adult and don't tag your hate

Sorry about that, I’ll remove the tag now.

I’ll admit that was rude of me and I sincerely apologize, although your tone is not appreciated, nor is the scolding.

Thank you and have a nice evening.

[stormyemma]

destiel

vomit / don’t ship / ok / cute / adorable / sexy / perfect / beyond flawless /hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell

Can’t do it. Sorry!

[stormyemma]

EllaxElliot

[sassy Southern lady drawl] Y'all need Jesus.

[stormyemma]

samlena

vomit / don’t ship / ok / cute / adorable / sexy / perfect / beyond flawless /hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell (hahaha, get it? cause Sam.. and Elena.. nevermind)

I love these two. Sometimes things are hard. But I still love them.

[stormyemma]

emmash

vomit / don’t ship / ok / cute / adorable / sexy / perfect / beyond flawless /hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell

These two. Ugh. Babies. Love 'em.

[takanashiidesu-deactivated20140]

send me a ship

vomit / don’t ship / ok / cute / adorable / sexy / perfect / beyond flawless /hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell

[elijah-thenoblemanmikaelson-blog]

I find this attire much more suiting

[elijah-thenoblemanmikaelson-blog]

I’m glad it is to your liking, Ms…

[stormyemma]

Emma Neal. Mrs., if we're sticking to titles.

[prettycynicism-deactivated20140]

… A bit of both, if we’re being honest.

[stormyemma]

[laughs] Okay, fair point.