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[yourjilliangraham]

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[yourjilliangraham]

I MISS CHU GOOBER!!!!!!!! * hugs*

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desperatedarkone replied to your post: [ heyy does anyone want icons ]

me!

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no he was originally a dauchshund.

[yourjilliangraham]

[yourjilliangraham]

Back From The Darkness (desperatedarkone)

Seven years, it had been seven years since she ‘died’ in Neverland. Being as stubborn as she was, Jillian was not about to let the group going to Neverland go without her. She was the best non magic fighter in town and she knew she could help ; especially since she had already survived in Neverland with Hook once.

And, in the horrible land of Neverland, was where her world fell apart. When the group was attacked by Peter Pan and his lost boys, she and Hook were instantly recognized, the one thing no one in the group knew was that Pan found her to be a much larger threat than the captain, especially since she was fighting to protecting Rumple at some points.

So it wasn’t really much of a surprise when in the middle of the fight, Pan sent The Shadow after her. She could remember being lifted into the air, her sword falling from her grip and screaming Golds name as the shadow lifted her up. It swallowed her inside of it, her whole body vanishing inside of it to never be seen again.

she was trapped in a world of utter darkness for God knows how long before she was thrown back into Neverland. But she found that not only were her friends gone but so were all the lost boys. It was years later when she finally found fairy dust in the walls of a dark cave. When she finally got to it she knew she had found her freedom. Her freedom from this lonely hell. She could go home.

And when that whole between the worlds ripped through the wall of the cave she had been living in, her heart soared. She jumped through without a second thought and next thing she knew she was crashing against concrete. She grunted as she sat up and looked around. Storybrooke. Was it real? Had she really made it home. She was suddenly thankful she had bathed this morning since she would be around people. 

She looked different than she had last when anyone in this town saw her. Seven years of age had touched her, causing some lines by her eyes. Her hair had gone from just below her shoulders all the way down her back to the bottom of her spine. She looked down at her clothes that had once belongs to lost boys, ones she ripped up in order to fit her curves. She swallowed and smiled to herself. She was really home. And being home, the first thing she wanted was Gold.

She practically ran to his shop that she found she wasn't far from and stood outside. She looked at her reflection in the glass of the door and took a deep breath. She ran her fingers through her hair and bit both her lips to make them a little pinker. Would he still think she was beautiful? Did he even think she was alive? She ran her fingers through her long hair once more and pulled it all over one shoulder before pushing open the door, the same old bell ringing above her head. But she was too afraid to speak out, to call out to him. He would have heard the bell right? The sign said open. All she could do was bite her lip and pray he was here and pray he still wanted her.