❛ not sure who you’re supposed to be. ❜ it’s the first thing that comes to mind the moment she catches sight of him, spoken in a mumble but still louder than she’d intended. ( she hadn’t. ) emma looks up at the stranger -- she’d spent quite some time now getting used to this new town, seeing all the sights and, courtesy of henry, hearing the supposed fairy tales each resident was theorised to be from. she remains unconvinced, but goes along regardless, if only to humour henry. it’s become a fun game between them, even if she doesn’t fully believe that this reality was drawn to life from a story book, the irony of the town’s name not lost on her. her mind’s rushing ahead at by the time she processes that he could, in fact, hear her, she’s quick to offer an apology. ❛ sorry, ❜ a light smile, ❛ it’s just -- i’ve never seen you around before. have you always lived in storybrooke ? ❜ / @piratejones ♥










