#askswenwhite

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I may have snuck into Regina and Emma's house again.

Ask me things. But NOT sexual things. I refuse to delve into my daughter's private life with her wife. Also, I will not be looking into their closet. *Shivers*

[wwtrashshipper]

*After spending more of her day in the house, Erin decided to go out and have a walk through the town. With not having a destination really in her mind, she found herself going at storybrook school...The same school that at this time of the day, Snow ends her work time.*

*Not wanting to really run into Snow, for they haven't talked since the arrow incident, Erin moves to sit on a bench near the school and watch as the children and profesor start to go out of it.*

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Who is the romantic one, Regina or Emma?

My daughter is a charming. She’s always there for Regina and the baby. Whenever we have family functions they are always so affectionate…

I wouldn’t say that Regina is “romantic". I’ve forgiven her for her mistakes and I truly believe she is changing for good, but we still don’t like each other. *Sighs* As long as she makes Emma happy.

I did see her bring Emma a bouquet of roses at work once...it was cute.

[wwtrashshipper]

*I feel myself waking up, I could feel a weight over me so I open my eyes and make them used to the light...there, resting over me, was you...* snow...*I whisper very low to not wake you up*

*your face was close to mine, and even after our time sleeping, I could tell you were still upset... your face reflected as much... slowly I move one of my hands to stroke softly your face... it has been a long long time since I could do this...and I don't really want to disturb you*

*I tight my hold on you, I want to feel you close...and for you to feel comforted even when you sleep...sigh...if only i could make feel better*

[wwtrashshipper]

*I have been resting for a while now on the couch, Melody is upstairs with our pets, shes probably sleeping...I should be with her, but theres...theres this feeling that something is not good...and I feel...that that something has to do with snow.*  damn it...*sigh*

Text: snow....I can't sleep...and I can't stop thinking about you...are you ok?...

[ask-swen-white-blog]

"I want to go back. I want to go back to the boundary universe where I am incapable of love, and I want to be erased from all others. I want everyone to forget I ever existed. Can you do that, Rumplestiltskin?"

He leaned on his cane and smiled wickedly, examining his dirty fingernails.

"Of course I can, dearie! I knew this day would come! I’m invested in your future." He went to the back room and returned a few seconds later with a bowstring in his hands.

"Do you remember this?"

I nodded, recognizing the length and material immediately. It was the bowstring I had given to him before the curse.

"This bowstring is your portal. It binds you to a life you never had. A parallel universe."

He reached under the counter and pulled out a bottle, with a fragile note inside.

"And this?"

My heart sank as I was flooded by the memories. I nodded again.

"With these two pieces of the past, pieces of a universe bordering our own, I can do everything you asked for. And more."

"Name your price," I demanded, knowing there was a catch.

Rumplestiltskin threw his head back in laughter, holding up the bowstring to the light.

"There’s something I need you to find for me, in this other existence. Something very dear to me. Something that belonged to my son. You must return the item to me, and your debt will be paid in full. Do we have a deal?"

The request sounded odd, but I nodded and sucked in a couple deep breaths. I wanted to disappear before someone could stop me.

There was no reguard for logic anymore. All there was was the hurting and the memories, and words as sharp as knives being thrown in every direction. There was no love, no understanding.

No purpose.

And the thing I wanted the most, more than anything, was to fix the hearts I’d broken. To feel some closure instead of feeling like a monster.

Some would say I was stupid, as I reached forward to take the bottle and the bowstring from Rumple.

All this time, I’d always been bound by my past. Some would say I was making a mistake as I followed his directions and opened the portal, tears hot on my cheeks.

And some would say I was a fool as the whole town shook and I stared my escape in the face, smiling for the first time in a long time.

But one thing was for certain.

My daughters were never a mistake.

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[OOC]: Ariel and Snow’s Backstory Prt.2/2 You can find the other stories under the tag “Snow Maid” (Read part one first :P) [IC:] This is the end of the beginning.

The dark palace. That’s where they said I would find him. Many days of travel, days away from Ariel, and I had found it. I stood at the entrance, the grey and black stones looming over me in a failed attempt to strike fear into my heart. Blood hot and teeth clenched, I knocked. “Rumplestiltskin!” I growled impatiently. “Show yourself, you bastard.” The doors swung open with a wail, seemingly unused to visitors. The ones who had guided me here on my quest had all whispered of my insanity when they thought I had my back turned. I wasn’t afraid. Rumplestiltskin appeared in a gust of smoke, lips pulled back to reveal two rows of rotting, yellow teeth. He bent down in a bow, leaving me unsure if he was mocking me or not. “Snow White, what a surprise!” he giggled, beckoning me inside. “Come in, dearie! Come in!” I swallowed a lump in my throat and stepped inside, the wooden doors slamming shut on their own. “What can I do for ya, dearie?” he cackled, face full of glee. “You did this to me,” I hissed, motioning to my body. “Whatever you gave me, it made me incapable of love.” Rumplestiltskin threw his head back and his shrill laughter filled the large, empty room. “But thats what you wanted, dearie!” he bellowed, as if I was a hundred yards away. “You wanted to forget about your sweet Prince Charming! And you don’t remember him at all, do ya?” My hands clenched into tight, angry fists. He was right. I didn’t know who “Prince Charming” was, or why I had wanted to forget about him so badly. “Why can’t I love?” I demanded, taking a threatening step towards the delusional man. He didn’t move an inch. “All magic comes with a price!” He answered instantaneously. “But if you want the answer so badly, I can tell you everything you need to know! For a price.” “What do you want?” I asked, voice still firm and heart still set on getting the answer. The dark one smiled and looked up at the ceiling as if he didn’t know exactly what he wanted. He beckoned me closer with a crooked finger. I obliged. “All I want,” he whispered into my ear, as if someone else could hear him if he spoke at a normal volume. “Is one of your bowstrings!” I pulled away, his hot, rancid breath still lingering on my neck. “Why?” I asked, but I was already reaching into my satchel. “That’s none of your business!” He snapped, watching me pull a string from the pouch and hold it between us. “So do we have a deal?” I nodded and handed him the bowstring. He took it with a smile big enough that one would think he’d just struck gold. “You have what you want, now tell me what I need to know.” Rumplestiltskin giggled and walked over to a cabinet, laying the string inside and shutting it with more care than was expected from a beast like him. “You can't love because while the potion has you in a world where Prince Charming doesn’t exist, in everybody else’s world, he still does!” He cackled, “So you are in a world all by yourself. A boundary world between two alternate universes. One where he does exist, and one where he does not!” He took in my expression before continuing. “You can’t remember Charming, and you cannot love your One True Love in a world where he does not exist!” I couldn’t let him see the cracks in my defense slowly branch out and widen. I turned on my heel and stormed out of the castle, his laughter echoing in my head as the creaking wooden doors slammed shut. • “I swear to you I will find a way to love again.” I penned it out in my blood. Blood from the trees that stood firm when my knuckles collided with the bark. I rolled the message into a tight tube before sliding it into the glass bottle and pushing the cork in the end. I had a plan. True loves kiss would work. Ariel’s kiss brought me back to life, so it could surely break this curse. But my heart knew that if it were true then I would have been freed the first time our lips touched. Still, I held to the hope. I slid the bottle into my satchel. If it didn’t work, I knew it would break me to tell her myself. I would leave the bottle in the sand after she had fallen asleep, and scour the world looking for a way to love again. Then, when I could feel the same way that I knew she felt about me, I would return and save her from a loveless marriage to Prince Eric. True love is the most powerful magic of all. “I will never leave you, Ariel,” I said into the night as I made my way into the dark, angry woods. I was going to find a way. • When I made it back to our clearing, I found her sitting on the beach alone. “Ariel!” I cried, stumbling the last few feet and embracing her from behind. She didn’t turn. “Ariel! I need to kiss you! I think I found a way!” I told her, excited. She still didn’t turn. I frowned, walking around in front of her and dropping onto my knees. I was met with swollen red eyes and cheeks wet with tears. I choked on a gasp. I quickly took her in my arms, feeling her shake as more tears tumbled from her eyes. “What happened, Ariel? I’m here. What happened?” I asked, holding her as close as I could. “Eric,” she managed to choke out between sobs. My heart stopped. I stood, every muscle in my body going rigid when I realized that he was the reason for all this. “Bastard,” I growled, curling my fists into balls. I had every intention of finding him and killing him. Ariel took one look at my clenched, scabbed over hands and choked her sobs down. “Snow.” I took a deep breath and let my arms fall to my sides, staring in the direction of the palace. “I will kill him.” “No!” Ariel said in a small, broken voice. She rose to her feet and I took her in my arms again. “You are not evil.” she said. “Not when I have you.” I held her until I felt her body stop trembling before pulling back and wiping her tears away. “I’m sorry I left. I should never have left you, and I won’t leave again.” I swore, stroking her cheek. “I love you.” She breathed. I wanted to say it back. With everything there was left of me, I wanted to tell her that I loved her back and kiss her. It would have been great. But I realized in that moment that it wasn’t true. I didn’t love her. All these things I’d said, all these feelings I thought I had for her were fake. They were illusions. Rumple was right. I was bound to a world where I would always and forever be incapable of loving again. Bound by the bowstrings of the pain I had succumbed to the moment I took that potion to my lips over a man I didn’t even know anymore. Her declaration hung in the air as I looked into her eyes, desperate to find the love in my heart that would ease the hurting forever. I fled, bottle weighing heavy in my satchel. But I knew I’d be back, and she knew I’d be back. Her voice followed me as I became one with the dark, angry woods once more. “I love you, Snow White. I will never leave you!” Oh, if only she had known.

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[OOC:] Ariel and Snow’s Backstory Pt.1/2 (Set after Snow drinks the potion to forget about Charming) [IC]: A record for my daughter.

And so I ran. I ran as far away from that little cabin in the woods as I could, away from the ridiculous dwarves, and away from an unpromising life of never-ending hurt. There was nothing left for me. I ran south of no where on numb legs and an empty soul. The pain my body felt was nothing compared to the pain of being incapable of love. I ran for days. I kept on, escaping the past until the unmistakable sound of the sea’s waves, crashing against the shore, met my ears. I knew then what I had to do. A few seconds. A few seconds in the water, salt and iron reaching down my throat, tearing the soul I didn’t have from my body until I knew it was over. The world blackened. I smiled. • Light. They say when you die, you see light. All I saw was the red behind my eyelids. My throat was on fire, so dry it felt like a billion knives each time I swallowed. I tried to sit up and cough but something was weighing down my chest. An eye cracked open revealed a form lying across my body, shielding me from the ocean winds that were billowing like demons around me. But where was I? And who was this? Was I dead? “Where.” The word escaped my brittle throat in a voice that surely was not my own. The head on my breasts shot upwards and looked down at me in shock. My vision was clear now. A beautiful woman was lying on top of me, looking down at me with large, innocent eyes. So I was dead. She didn’t move from my body, and the heat emanating from her golden skin felt good. I realized I was naked. So I guess dead people didn’t have clothes. That’s odd, I thought, trying to wiggle my toes. “I knew you were alive! I could hear your heartbeat.” A voice shook me from my inner world, and it roused me that the woman on top of me was fully clothed. I quickly became aware that I wasn’t dead at all. No, I was far from it. “Where am I?” I croaked, squinting up to get a better look at the woman. Her hair was a rich red color. The woman brought her hand to my cheek and ran her thumb over my lips. I winced in pain. “You went out too far into the ocean and drowned.” I was really confused now. “I’m dead?” I asked incredulously. “Why do you get clothes then, and I don’t?” She laughed, a bell like sound that matched the whistle of the tides. “You aren’t dead. I saved you.” “But I drowned.” She giggled again and I flushed. “I saw you while I was out on a walk. I pulled you from the water, but your heart had already stopped. So I kissed you.” “What?” I asked in shock, scanning the red head’s features once more. Finally, she rolled off of my body and laid on the sand beside me. “I kissed you, silly.” She said, like it was no big deal. “Why?” I inquired, bringing my hands to my face to make sure that I truly was alive. I saw her shrug out of the corner of my eyes, her cheeks turning pink. I touched my own cheeks, feeling how very much alive I really was before my throat flared to life again and I was sucked into a fit of coughs. The woman knelt beside me, grabbing my hand and stroking my hair as blood found its way to my mouth. “Thank you.” I said, unsure if I was thanking her for the comfort, or for saving the life I wanted so badly to toss away. She nodded sweetly, like she understood. “I just was so tired and the sea-” I started, feeling the need to explain myself to this strange woman. She brought a finger to my lips and offered a small smile. “You don’t have to explain anything to me,” she said quietly. I nodded in gratitude, laying my head back down on the sand and looking up to stare the sky in the face. “How long was I out?” I asked, uncertain. “Two days.” “And you stayed here all this time?” “I couldn’t leave you.” I turned my head to the side to watch her. She was sitting in the sand beside me, knees to her chest, staring out at the water with her long red hair billowing behind her like a curtain of silk. I sat up. We sat together for the duration of the night, watching the sea roll up over the sand and shrink back again like it was afraid. We didn’t say anything, but there was a certain peace in the silent night. Only once did either of us move, when she reached out and took my hand, giving it a squeeze and keeping it tightly in her own as we watched the night roll into morning. When shades of orange and pink began to color the sky, I turned to look at her again. “I’m Snow.” She turned to me, startled that I had broken our vigil of silence. “I’m Ariel.” I held on to her hand, and if I can remember correctly, I do believe I smiled for the first time in a long while. • “I am to marry him,” she told me on the second night. We hadn’t arranged to meet at the clearing again, but I found myself needing to know if she would return again. She had. “But you say you do not love him,” I replied, tossing a stone into the waves. It sunk. “I do not have a choice.” We threw rocks for a long while, silence never an uncomfortable thing for either one of us. “What is it like,” I asked when my arm started to burn. “To love.” Ariel threw her last rock and brushed her hands off, taking a seat on the sand and patting the place beside her. I sat. “I imagine it would be magical,” she answered dreamily, head tilted up to the star-filled sky. “I imagine it is the best feeling in the world.” I thought about her answer carefully, milling it over in my head again and again. “How do you love?” I asked, turning to face her with pleading eyes. She looked back at me. “I don’t think it’s something you do. I think it just happens.” I drew circles in the sand with my fingers, words hanging heavy in my chest. “I don’t think I can.” “You don’t think you can what?” She asked honestly, stilling my hand with her own and smiling. “Love. I don’t think I’m capable of love.” Ariel laughed softly, putting our hands on her knee. “Everyone is capable of love, dear Snow,” she said. “Some people just need to be taught how.” I stood, pulling my hand away and looking down at her with determination hard in my eyes. “Teach me.” Her mouth opened the slightest bit, but her gaze remained firm on my own. She got to her feet, taking my hands in hers again and smiled. The world slowed to a standstill as she drew so close to me, her lips inches from my own. I closed my eyes and waited, but her head swooped lower and laid against my chest like the first time. My arms found their way around her waist and we stood together in the night with one beating heart. It might have been the wind, or the water twirling and dancing with the moon and the shore, but I swear I heard her say the three words that hurt the most people. The same words that tore us apart. And maybe I did too.