Closed|| Domesticated
@oncein-neverland Emma didnt know what time it was, but she knew it was too early for any sane human being to be awake. But then again, sane probably didn't even come into the same ballpark of anyone in her family; nevermind her 300 year old pirate husband who literally owned and sailed an equally 300 year old wooden pirate ship which sat docked in the harbor of her fairy tale hometown. Emma refused to open her eyes when she felt the bed shift under a weight of movement; instead she reached out weakly and blindly to try and grab hold, keeping her face buried in her pillow. "S'too early..." Her voice was muffled by the pillow as she slapped the empty but still warm bed. "Come back..." She attempted to slap the bed again but her arm barely lifted from the sheets as she felt herself drifting back to sleep. "Cold... need... pirate..." She tried to explain, fingers stretching against the fabric, arm still out stretched.
