#c. killian

[viviantraversing]

WHEN: Friday, 19 November, 1980; early evening WHERE: Streets of Banchory, Scotland WHO: Vivian Travers & Killian Whitehorn ( @whitehorneddevil​ )

As Vivian strutted through the streets of Banchory with nothing in particular to do, she stopped dead in tracks as her icy gaze landed on a familiar face. She would hardly call Killian Whitehorn a friend; more so like the devil who took her under his wing some time ago. But Vivian was an entirely different person now, and she couldn’t recall the last time the spoke. Surely it had been the beginning of the year. Her brows furrowed. 

“I thought you died.” 

[asherjxhnson]

TEXT -- KILLIAN

( ASHER ): The city goes batshit crazy in that one week I go camping. What the hell went on?

[goddessofunmanagedmischief-blog]

Welcome home

Helen walked into the small town of Storybrooke, Maine. She looked around and sighed softly her eyes closing as she smelt the air. It felt so familiar and so much like home. It had been her home at one point but now the darkness was back and She had to return after being gone out of Storybrooke, for years. She walked around heading to the docks which was near where her new apartment was. She always love the open ocean and everything until the Dark one took her brother. 

She frowned to herself slightly as she walked and then saw a raven haired man who seemed to be wearing eyeliner and had beautiful blue eyes. The black clothing looking good to her and then pulled her green cloak around her smaller frame looking around almost walking into the man.