❝ life just ain’t fair, ‘kay ? ❞
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❝ life just ain’t fair, ‘kay ? ❞
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❛ henry ! ❜
she speaks in tongues that whisper of far away places && saccharine knowledge / blooms pressed ’ tween well cared for pages to create pretty little marker. living - angel / living - kindness / living - library ! greets with lovely curvature to rose - red lips : warm && elegant all at once. ( the sort of contradiction only she can properly wear : mixed aura of queen / pauper / scholar ! ) ❛ you startled me : i didn’t see you there. ❜ fragile hand flutters above heart, giving substance to words yet smile does not falter. ❛ did you need something ? ❜ @heiroflegend ( b. french. ) SC.
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David looks to his grandson, a smile placing onto the prince’s face almost instantly. Part of him hurts--He never got the chance to watch his daughter OR grandson grow up. Hence, David takes a chance to teach Henry something, as a ‘father figure’. Despite the situations going on in Storybrooke, David found it nice to take a day to spend time with his family.
❝ Henry, I have a surprise trip planned, ❞ He stated, urging the boy to come along as he already was getting stuff together of his own. ❝ You haven’t been taught to horseback ride, have you? ❞
the way she falls is like a swan song ! seventeen kinds of messy grace : windswept hair && cheap flavored lip gloss. smiles / smiles / smiles this girl - beast / girl - city : something dangerous lurking down beneath teeth && tongue && false innocence displayed as if she were sugar girl as opposed to adolescent dragon. ❛ hey : ❜ syrupy sweet && incandescent ; the voice of a girl who wants something. ❛ did you finish your math homework ? ❜ @heiroflegend ( m. hart. ) SC.
“Maybe I can help?”
When it came to Henry, he always thought that he could help her. She guessed that it maybe was because she gave him up that he was making up for lost time. That could easily explain how he was always behind her, shouting comments that always seemed to make perfect sense, even when she least expected it. "Henry," her voice softened as she bent down to be at his eye level, the whole being a mom thing was strange and concerning for her. How was she supposed to look out for him? Even when Regina was always making sure she was the only one looking out for him. "What do you suggest we do?"
It was strange to have him in her life again. Henry. Her son. The one she gave up only because she believed that he deserved a better chance at life. Not even knowing she had a son in jail, for ten years, Henry was just a child she had given up. Unaware of all his features, but now as she sat across him at the diner, a share of curly fries and their own respected burgers. Surprisingly, even though there is hot food in front of them, instead of root beer floats, the pair shared hot chocolates with cinnamon. “I guess you called me here for more Operation Cobra information, what have you found out?” They had recently parted to try and find more information around Henry’s fairytale theory surrounding Storybrooke. “I haven’t seen anything new in the office, other than Leroy constantly being pulled in for drunk and disorderly, but I am told that is normal.”
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“Henry, What- Is something wrong?” Adamaris asked, the sheriff’s deputy had heard knocking at her door and was surprised to find a despondent looking and teary eyed Henry on her porch. She stepped out onto the porch with a look of concern on her face and sat down on the wooden bench. She had given the boy her address the other day so he could swing by if he needed anything, but she hadn’t expected him to come by so soon or so late at night.
“Hey, take a breath and tell me what’s wrong.” She said, pulling out a handkerchief and handing it to the kid.
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@heiroflegend asked: “ i've got nowhere else to be. “ (for ‘Mr. Gold’?)
Mr Gold regarded him with a raised eyebrow, his lips curling in a small smirk. "Is that so?" he asked, his voice low and smooth.