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"Shut up!" "Please, talk to me." "I have no idea…" "I know what this is!" "Why did you do that?" "How could you do this?" "Let me do it!" "Leave me alone." "Don’t leave me." "Kiss me." "Don’t touch me." "Why weren’t you there?" "Why are you here?" "What are you doing?" "Don’t look!" "Just look at it!" "How did you get in here?" "How did you escape?" "Help me." "I want to help you." "You’re a monster!" "You’re not a monster!"
"So, let me get this right, you want me to be a stand in to make the person you like jealous?"
Emma looked towards Loki and nodded. ”Yes, that’s the plan.” Emma smiled slightly and looked towards the boy she liked.
”Do you think he’ll get jealous?”
"What’s his name anyways." He asked, looking towards the same guy that Emma seemed to like. Loki didn’t mind, he was up for pretty much everything.
Emma looked towards Loki and raised her eyebrows. ''Why would you care? I just need your help.'' she said and she looked towards him. ''So, you'll do it?''
"I swear it was an accident."
"What happened to our kitchen?”
''There was a bug.'' Emma pouted while she looked to Mary Margared. ''You know.. I hate bugs. So I grabbed the broom and I tried to kill the bug..'' Emma looked around and shrugged once. ''I forgot about the kitchen.''
''I'm sorry..''
"I'm gonna tell him."
Emma raised her eyebrows as she watched the boy in front of her. ”If you tell him, I will kick your ass.” Emma said while crossing her arms. When somebody say: Don’t tell them. you shouldn’t tell them. It might hurt the people. Emma sighed deeply and looked towards him.
”Don’t tell him..”
”What if you’re hurt him?”
”He would hate us.”
Kristoff sighed and ran a had through his hair. “I don’t wanna hurt Henry anymore than you do. He’s a good kid and he’s grown up some.” Kristoff was an alright guy. Yeah, he’s a loner but he doesn’t like seeing people hurt. He stared at Emma for a moment before looking back at Henry.
"Well, he’s gotta hear it from you. It’s better to not keep this a secret from him. I mean, wouldn’t you be more upset if it was kept from you?"
''If the truth would hurt me, I would say, keep it a secret. But then when I find out, I will be hurt.'' Emma sighed deeply and looked towards Kristoff. ''I don't know what to do. It's just so hard.'' Emma watched her son and she smiled. Henry was the most important person in her life. She would feel so bad to keep something from him.
''I did it before, you know.'' Emma said and she looked down to the ground. ''Lying to him, about his father.'' she sighed deeply and she rushed through her hair. ''I told him, his father was a fire-man.''
''He believed me, but then when he found out about Neal.'' Emma sighed deeply and looked towards Kristoff. ''He didn't spoke to me in days.'' She looked around and crossed her arms.
''I'm telling him this evening.''
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”I already knew, Hook.” Emma said and smiled to him. ”You only need to say it to me.”
"You do?" he asked, wondering if he had made it that obvious. Then again after what he said in Neverland he had all but said the words aloud to her… in front of her parents no less. "I… ."
Emma chuckled softly. ''We've kissed in Neverland, remember?'' Emma said and she looked to the pirate. She looked at him and blinked a couple of times. It seemed he had trouble with telling his real feelings for her, but back in Neverland.. It seemed he didn't had trouble with it.
''Hook.''
Emma stepped towards him and blinked a couple of times. She looked up towards him and smiled softly. ''If you can't tell me, show me.''
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Emma looked up when Hook grabbed her arm. ”No, no, no!” Emma said while he pulled her onto the dancefloor. ”No, Hook!” Emma muttered. ”I can’t dance!”
"Come now, love… . I don’t know how to dance either, but that doesn’t mean it can’t be fun," he chuckled, biting his lip and pulling her further onto the dance floor.
Emma pouted her lips when Hook pulled her further onto the dance floor. ''No seriously Hook.'' Emma said and she looked around to the people who were dancing. ''I can't dance. I only can wiggle from my left- to my right feet.'' Emma looked at him and sighed.
''If I look really stupid, it's your fault.''
You wished me dead || t h e l o s t o r p h a n g i r l
Neal knew this was all his fault, he had left her in the beginning, but in all faireness he had been doing what was best for her, she had a town to save..he couldnt be part of that..he had to let her continue her destiny. Besides he had not wanted to face his father.
[SELFISH THATS WHAT YOU WERE]
He had been a coward, he had known it then day he had walked away from her and let her take the fall for a crime he had committed. In some ways he was just like his father.
[COWARD JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER.]
Except he had promised himself he would never abandon Henry. Her words cut like a knife, and that almost made him angry. “And i told you i loved you back..and i still do Emma but that doesnt change the fact that if i had held on even a second later you would of fallen into the pit with me, into that portal..i couldnt do that to yo, Who knows where we would of ended up! i couldnt seperate you from your family for my own selfish reasons. I had to do right by you, i couldnt be selfish. Not again” There was a hint of desperation in his voice as he spoke.
[IS THIS YOUR IDEA OF AN APOLOGY NEAL]
"I get why you wished me dead…i do Emma..but that doesnt change what i said in Neverland, i will never stop fighting for you." And Neal meant his words. "Even though you wish i was dead" his voice caught as he spoke and he had to swallow hard to prevent tears. He looked away for a moment.
[I LOVE YOU…..]
“I keep thinking back on it all…and i know that..leaving you was never the right choice..i should of been there Em and im really sorry” and Neal was. As tears cascaded down her face, the male quickly stepped forward and used his fingers to wipe the water from her cheeks. “I know..im sorry i shouldnt of brought it up…i just we really needed to talk Em…Because everytime it seems things are going well…we have to go through more crap again and again”
A deep sigh escaped out of her mouth when Neal started talking again. How badly she wanted to have him back in her life.. it just wasn't going to happen. It just couldn't, it would only turn out badly for the both of them. Emma was watching Neal, but she looked away again. She just couldn't do this, not now. ''And what if I could save you?'' Emma whispered, while she looked down to the ground. ''What if I had the strenght to pull you out off the portal?'' She looked up towards him and blinked a couple of times. ''You just gave up, Neal!''
Don't be mean.
You'll hurt him even more.
''I was finally sure about my feelings for you, about everything. And then you were gone!'' Emma snapped. ''You got shot, and then fell into a portal to who the hell know where!'' Emma bide hard upon her lower lip, until she taste her own blood. ''Thinking you were dead, it was just the only way to end all the pain. The pain I felt when you let go of my hand.''
Just forgive him.
It will be better when you do.
Emma looked at him and she bide upon her lip again. After all what she had said to him, after she whished him dead.. he would still fight for her? Emma blinked a couple of times and she shook her head. She didn't deserve this, she didn't deserve him.
When he stood in front of her, to wipe the tears way from her face, Emma looked up towards him. ''It's okay.'' she whispered, while she kept looking at him. ''I will forgive you. I don't know when, but I will.''
See, that wasn't hard.
It will be easier.
Emma closed her eyes and focused upon his hand, upon her cheek. When she opened her eyes, a small smile appeared upon her face. ''Neal.'' Emma whispered and she kept looking at him. ''You know we can't be together. Not now, and I don't know if we can in the future. I love you, Neal. But it's just too hard to be with you.''
00:00:00
He stopped paying attention to the numbers on his wrist some time ago. There were times he would sit at Granny’s and stare wondering if they would ever budge. Walking around town there was still no movement. No numbers decreased — it always just stayed the same.
Until she showed up at his door. It was a brief meeting, one of which he didn’t consider the numbers depleted in her presence until he rolled up his sleeve and notice that the number was down to all zeros. He glanced from his wrist to the door then back down again.
He was utterly baffled.
Archie gave a nod. “I am.” It was the only thing he could find himself saying with a certainty.
"I’m not here to judge you for anything you may say." It was not in his nature to judge anyone. He was the one who tried to look into the heart of a person, to see beyond anything else and never pass judgement. Now he found himself very curious as to what it was she wanted to say to him. But for now the offer of hot chocolate would stand as he held the door open to invite her in. She spoke of an explanation, and he simply spoke of one thing. “How do you like your hot chocolate?” His nervousness certainly being worn like that sweater he had on.
Emma smiled to him when she walked into the house. She looked around and pouted her lips. She didn't knew what to say, so she was happy he started talking. ''Well, trust me.'' Emma muttered while she kept walking. ''This story is rather.. How do you say it.. not usual?''
She looked around when he asked how she liked her hot chocolate. Emma smiled softly and looked to her. ''Do you have cinnamon? I like to have cinnamon in my hot chocolate.'' Emma looked at him and smiled friendly.
Emma looked around and slowly moved her hands behind her back. She didn't knew what to say, so she did like she was looking around. ''Well.'' she said all out of a sudden. She turned back towards him and smiled.
''The reason I'm here is, because.. well.'' Emma pouted and played nervous with her fingers. ''Well, there is not really a reason. My feelings just told me to go somewhere. And that somewhere is here.''
"I can’t sleep."
Emma watched the little girl, laying in bed and she smiled softly. ”Shall I read you a bed-time story?” Emma asked while she moved up. ”Wait a moment.” Emma said and she disappears out of the room.
A moment later she appeares with this book, she was holding in her hands. Upon the book stood: ”Once Upon A Time’” Emma smiled and sat down upon the girl’s bed. ”Do you want me to read you a bed-time story?” —— ”Henry wouldn’t mind me borrowing his book.”
"Yes please." she nodded, nuzzling into the covers.
Emma smiled and she opened the book. She flipped the pages until she saw the story she wanted to tell the girl. Emma looked towards the girl and smiled towards her. ''Once upon a time.'' Emma started.
She was reading the story of her parents - Snow White and Prince Charming. Emma loved the story, and it's the reason she wanted to tell the little girl this story.
''And they lived happily ever after.'' Emma said. When she looked up, she notice the girl fell asleep. Emma smiled softly and she closed the book. She slowly stood up and pressed a kiss upon the little girl's head.
''Sleep well, sweety.''
"Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”
Henry looked up at his mother with a small smile. “Don’t worry. I sneak in and out of places all the time. This doesn’t make it any different just because it’s his shop…” He looked up at Mr. Gold’s shop with pursed lips. He looked back at Emma. “…I’m sorry, what was it I was searching for again?” Henry had a nasty habit of zoning out in the weirdest times.
Henry slid between shelves and bookcases, looking through piles of old artifacts carefully as he searched for the one item that mattered most to him.
His book.
"Where is it…?" he murmured to himself, already growing tired of looking in the back of the shop. If it wasn’t immediately in front of him when he started looking, he would grow bored and go somewhere else. But he couldn’t this time. Not when his book was for sure in there.
But then he heard Emma shout, and his blood ran cold.
Was Gold going back to where he was…?
Emma’s eyes became huge when Gold wanted to walk to the room, Henry was searching for his book, Emma pouted and she thought about something, she needed to keep Gold here in the shop. Emma looked around and walked towards the desk.
''Gold, what is this? I think this is nice.''
When Gold walked towards Emma, she sighed relieved. Henry was save. She only hoped he would hurry with finding his book. Emma was listening to Gold who was talking about the object. Emma looked over het shoulder towards the curtain, which leads to the room, behind the shop.
Emma looked up when Gold asked her a question. ''Erhm..'' Emma muttered and looked to the object. ''I think Mary Margared would love it.'' she said and smiled towards Gold. ''Could you wrap it into gift paper?'' she asked.
Emma walked with Gold towards another desk and she watched him packing the gift. Emma looked again towards the curtain. Come on Henry.. Hurry.. Emma looked up when Gold was done. ''Thank you.'' she said and payed the gift.
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• 18 Your muse has decorated the house while mine was away.
”What the hell?” Emma said when she walked into her livingroom. She looked around and blinked a couple of times. Her house was decorated with Christmas decoration. ”What the hell? Emma said again, she couldn’t believe her eyes.
”Lana! Is this one of your stupid jokes?” Emma asked while she grabbed some decoration. ”What the hell is this? - Christmas is already over, you know.”
“You’re really fuckin’ boring, you understand that right?”
Lana wasn’t being serious - not completely. But she was a little frustrated. Lips curled upwards when being granted one day to keep the decorations up. But one day was nothing when she had spent the majority of the morning coordinating each and every decoration. It had taken a good few hours. “But fine, if you only want them up for the day, so be it. You are the boss around here, after all.” Sarcasm lingered in everything she was saying.
”But you’re taking them down.
Again.”
Emma raised her eyebrows and looked towards Lana. ”I’m not boring.” Emma snapped. ”I’m just done with those fuckin’ decorations.” She sighed deeply and rushed through her hair, which she always does when she feels frustrated.
”It took me forever to taking them down the last time. And I am not taking them down this time too.” Emma did liked the decoration, but it took her the whole day to take down the decoration the last time. She didn't wanted to take it down again. It just takes the whole day to put everything down, put it in boxes and put the boxes away. - Emma hates it.
Emma looked towards Lana and she crossed her arms. ”You wanted decoration, you are taking them down.”
Emma walked away, into the kitchen to unpack the bags with grocery.
OH MY GOLD!!!!!
Wait a minute, is it really Mr Gold??? Look at his closes… © Nigel Horsley
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His clothes are rumpled. XD They are the same clothes that he “died” in.
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