When looking for someone in Storybrooke the first place to look outside of the hospital was Granny's diner. It seemed that everyone ended up there more often than not and today was no exception.
The former outlaw entered the diner heading straight for the counter asking Ruby to pour him two drinks. Thanks were given as he took the glasses over to an out of the way booth and sat down facing the door.
One glass remained in front of himself while he pushed the other across the table for he was certain that Will would appear sooner or later. Until then he could muck about with his new cell phone.
Liesel will rise taller, her shoulders will push back, and the smallest of smiles will dare grace her lips. She does love being told when she is good, as all children do, but she would rather not show it in an extreme way. She likes to accept it with an odd sort of professionalism, and the continue on with what she was doing originally.
★ - Do they prefer daytime or nighttime and why?
Liesel prefers daytime, mostly because the nightmares that she has only ever happen at night, while she is sleeping. The light of day is a welcome embrace that wards away sleep, thus keeping away the night terrors.
☁ - If they’re caught out in the rain how do they react?
She doesn’t mind, she would only mind the beating that Mama would give her because she got her good coat wet, and that would take days to dry out properly.
♥ - What does ‘love’ mean to them?
To Liesel, love means reading books in the middle of the night, and learning words. Love means retrieving an important book from the river, despite the fact that you might get hypothermia. Love means crying over an accordion, despite the fact that the marks it makes pressing into your skin would stay there for years. Love means taking your son’s place in Hitler’s army. Love means ‘saukerl’, and ‘saumensch’, and even ‘arschloch’. Love means painting Mein Kampf out with white paint and writing your own words on it instead. Love means being whipped on the street because you dared talk to a Jew on a beautiful day for a parade. Love means knowing when to stop asking for a kiss, and love also means knowing that the only thing worse than a boy you hate, is most definitely indeed a boy you love.
Flushed cheeks, bright eyes, ripped stockings- Liesel has been running, running as fast as her spindly legs could carry her. Her breath is uneven, little white clouds forming and fading in the crisp air.
"Eine bombe!" She shouts to whoever listens. "Eine bombe! But it hasn't exploded- it's just sitting in the field!" It isn't everyday that a bomb falls but doesn't explode in a German field, and soon there is a little crowd around the child.
noheartknave replied to your post:Okay I really need to crash, it’s nearing 5:30am...
i have it c: i’ll reply sometime soon, potentially tomorrow because friday arvo’s aren’t productive time
No rush at all! I run a RP group with plenty of muses there and I have another indie, so I'm never in much of a hurry. XD I just want to make sure you know it's there! 'cause tumblr likes to things.
Anastasia sat watching them play, her legs tucked neatly under her in the chair wearing a pair of comfy jeans and no socks, a pink long sleeved shirt that had quickly become one of her favorites in this world. Her hair pulled back in a messy bun she looked as far from a queen as one could look. But the thing most people would notice... there was something else about her. Something she hadn't truly been in years now.
She was happy.
She didn't care about a crown, she didn't care about jewels. They didn't have everything in the world, but they had enough, and all she needed was them.
She still remembered the first time she handed their daughter to Will. He'd looked up at her in a panic. He looked like he thought he was going to break her. He'd been so delicate, and cautious, it was so unlike him. And so absolutely breath taking. Ana had trouble believing her eyes at first, she had to remind herself that it was all real. For once, it wasn't jsut some far off impossible dream.
It looked so perfect, so picturesque the way he looked down at the tiny child in his arms. The smile, that once he got used to the idea that he could touch her without breaking her, slowly over took the expression of panic. She knew then that he was going to be a wonderful father. Absolutely wonderful.
And she was going to do her best to be a good mother. At the very least better than her own. She'd never let her daughter feel unloved. Feel unneeded, or disappointing. Because she never wanted her to be faced with the choices she'd made and choose the wrong ones. She didn't think she'd ever get a chance at this life. After all the mistakes she'd made. After everything she'd done... Here they were, and she'd finally started making the right choices. She was going to ensure her daughter had the support she needed her whole life.
She stood and walked over to where the two were seated on the carpet watching some kids show that Ana still couldn't remember the name of, even if she was finally getting the hang of using the tv and not just setting it to a random channel. (She'd avoided it for the majority of their life here, preferring books or... anything to trying to work the remote) She sat down next to Will on the soft carpet that was some shade of blueish, greenish, gray color...
"I love you." She pressed a kiss to cheek and leaned down to press on to Rosalie's as well. "Both of you." She smiled, and resting her head on Will's shoulder, turned her eyes to watch the brightly dressed cast dance across the screen.
