#[pirate queue]

[justmilah]

tiredsoliloquy asked: ❛ you can hold my hand, if you want. ❜ baby Em or teen Em, up to you!

@tiredsoliloquy - &. 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. - accepting

"May I? That is very sweet of you." Milah accepted the small, offered hand, only slightly sticky from a recent treat. "I didn't realize movies could be so scary. It all looks so...real."

She was determined not to hide behind the toddler, but the couch was already littered with the popcorn she'd sent flying with a shriek at the last jump scare.

[justmilah]

tiredsoliloquy asked: ♛ - Em runs into Milah with their skateboard. I'm thinking maybe their first/one of their first interactions after Em's back to being a teen

@tiredsoliloquy - Oops! First Interactions - accepting

Dearest Search Engine, What are 'mental health issues' and do I truly have them? Kindest Regards, Milah.

Milah still was not sure what the big fuss over this Google thing was. Every time she asked a question, and politely, even, it never came back with the results she was looking for. She sighed and slipped her phone back in her pocket, determined to not let that ruin her day.

However, a bit of a maple monstrosity ramming into her ankle might just. "Bloody fucking hell, I'm going to--Em!" Murdering the now teenage boy was not an option. Besides, Milah liked Em. Or did while he was a toddler. She was not sure how they would get along when he was in a moody teen phase that Milah had no experience with.

Still, she smiled at him the best she could while rubbing her ankle. "How are you, darling? Readjusting well?"

[justmilah]

“Mama?” Bae asked as he made his way over to his mother, “What’s for supper? It smells delicious!”

@sinumsolis gets mama Milah always

Milah had stared at the stew for what felt like ages, watching the ladle move the bits of vegetables and sparse bits of meat around the pot. Baelfire's voice brought her focus back to the present and her mood up all at once. She turned and smiled at him, fingers coming up to sift through his dark curls. "Stew, darling. There was a rabbit in the snare, so I thought I'd add it." She pulled up a bit in the ladle, blowing on it for a moment before bringing it down for him to taste. "Does it need anything?" Whatever he said, she hoped they had it.

[justmilah]

❝ stay here, i'll run you a bath. ❞

- Snow & Milah. Snow finding Milah right as she’s returned from the underworld and brings home with her to help her settle and find out how she’s back-

@snowbellsxquiver - ✷ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; FLUFF EDITION ( . 01 ) - accepting

Her eyes couldn't stop moving around. There was so much more blue here than she was used to. The persistent haze of red that was in the Underworld was gone. Her head jerked toward Snow, concern drawing her eyebrows together. "Is a bath alright?" Water, once something she loved, had become a nightmare over the decades in the Underworld. It had become best to avoid it altogether unless a person knew for certain.

Milah sat perched on the edge of the couch and looked around. While she had never been inside, she had certainly seen it from the outside. She knew James had not been fond of the place, had believed it was there as another way to taunt him, but then again that man had been so full of himself and hot air she had almost been surprised when he didn't just float over the water. David was...going to be an adjustment.

Then again, so was Snow. And Emma. And Killian. And Henry. But at least it all felt like good adjustments.

[justmilah]

Me and my buddies plotting the emotional turmoil of fictional characters!

(Or sometimes me to me, ngl)

[justmilah]

☀: Our muses have a picnic (from Emma and Killian)

@storiesxtold - Symbol Starters - Accepting

Unfortunately, soup wasn’t much of a picnic food. Fortunately, the items that were good picnic foods were easy to prepare. Or to buy from the diner. Hopefully neither of them looked in the kitchen until after she’s had the chance to clean. She was fairly certain she and Killian had had been in battles that left the field cleaner at the end.

Still, everything here looked nice, and her loves both worked so hard while she just played at being a house wife in between what painting she got commissioned to do.

“I bought the bear claws that are part of dessert,” she told Emma. “I’ve never made them and I didn’t want to mess them up. I did make Killian’s dessert, though that’s mostly because you’re a bit more picky about what’s in your sweets, darling.”

She poured them each a glass of wine, a taste of her favorite. “First day off you’ve both had at the same time in awhile. Any...interesting plans?” she asked, wiggling her eyebrows.

[justmilah]

♧: Your muse moved away a while ago, and surprises mine by showing up at their door (from Killian)

@storiesxtold - Symbol Starters - Accepting

Everything looked completely the same yet entirely different from the landscape she'd grown accustomed to over several decades. Perhaps the largest differences were the world was considerably more *blue.* Several times it made her wonder if she was even in the right area, losing her bearings every now and again as her mind tried to compare russet memories with a cooler reality.

It wasn't hard to find the house. After all, she had died for the second time after entering the basement of a house very similar, with similar bushes and trees and neighboring houses. She stared at the front door for a while before turning back and looking at the yellow car on the street. According to the sun, and the oddly shaped clock in her pocket, the lady of the house would be leaving shortly. And due to her snooping, she knew that it was a day the lady's husband did not work with her.

She found a wide tree to tuck herself behind to wait, using the time to prepare herself. A thought she'd had over the years that made it a fraction easier was the idea that he had to have been less than she remembered. That surely her mind had exaggerated everything through the centuries. That was a thought she clung to now.

She didn't stand there for long before she heard the door open. Her body tensed and she didn't even dare to breathe. She glanced around the tree and saw only her get into the car and drive off, and she kept her breath held until she no longer heard the loud, rattly engine. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest as she made her way back to the front door. Her nerves were playing as though she were about to do something illicit when really, she thought he ought to know before anyone else not only that she was here, but why.

She raised her hand to knock but noticed the doorbell instead. Curiously, she reached out and pressed it, body tense until she heard the 'ding-dong.' Eyebrow arching, she pressed it again to see if she'd heard right. Then again because she decided she rather liked that sound compared to the loud, dying squeel that accompanied the bell in the Underworld.

Then again and again and again and again.

[justmilah]

“I only gamble with my life, never my money.”

@secondbcrnpiracy

“Well, darling, I prefer you with life at least a wee bit more than I do money. Maybe there’s a way that doesn’t risk either.”