i'm not the savior. i'm a mother.

"About three years ago, Henry found his birth mother; Me. He brought me to a town called Storybrooke, Maine. Ever since then, my life has been--one hell of a ride." [ Indie rp account for Emma Swan from ABC's 'Once Upon A Time.' one liner/para/multi para/novella/icon chats all accepted. Crossover friendly. NSFW may be present. mun and muse 21+ ]

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finally here.

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     ”Take a picture, sweetheart, it’ll last longer.”

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❝---Why would I want to take a picture of you ? ❞

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[ Open ]

     ”—Did you want to read it after I’m done?”

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"Jeez, I can’t remember the last time I even looked at the cover of a book, let alone read  one.”

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—     “There is never a better time to    start than  r i g h t   n o w.”

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" Got anything good?"

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almost at 100.~

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New Friends || Gia & Emma

Gia loaded the last of the flowers onto the truck. She had been working since she had gotten off from school and this was the last task left on her list. She let out a relieved sigh and ran her fingers through her hair. She rarely finished all of her work to have enough time to herself. Gia closed the doors to the truck and tossed her apron inside the shop. She really needed to go before Moe saw her and found another task for her to complete. She walked passed Granny’s taking in all of the people inside who were smiling and laughing. Gia bit the inside of her cheek, holding back all emotions. It was tough to feel like you didn’t have a place to belong. Deep in thought, she wasn’t really paying attention to where she was walking and realized she had ended up at the docks. She walked close to the edge and sat letting her feet dangle. Her gaze moved out across the water, wondering what it would be like to belong somewhere. To have a real family, friends, a life that was really her own. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, as she fought back any tears threatening to fall.

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    If anyone knew a thing or two about belonging, it was Emma Swan. Her entire life had been spent searching for her parents---but also, for a place to simply call H O M E. Try as she might, that day never came. Not until she was much older. She'd thought about going back to the orphanage a few times. Maybe to share her inspirational story about overcoming things. But it wasn't as thought she could share her whole story. And that upset her a little.                               The first time Emma had ever seen Gia, it'd been at Moe's Flower Shop. He'd gone with Gold to investigate Belle's disappearance. She mostly kept to herself, which she knew a lot about as well. She was smart not to get caught in the crossfire of this town. It seemed that no matter who you were, you couldn't stay away from it. But however this girl avoided it---she admired.                                Today was just another day. Or so she thought. They were still looking for Zelena, and Emma couldn't have Henry with her, of course. She didn't want him to start asking a crap load of questions about her case and about who she was meeting--- -- -stuff like that. So who did she turn to? H o o k. At least he knew how to babysit.                                 That was when she saw the girl sitting on the docks. Her brows furrowed together as she made her way over. Even if the blonde hadn't seen the girl's shoulders shake, she would've sat down beside her anyways. "Hey, kid." It seemed that she used that phrase a lot. "Something on your mind?"

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❝——Shit!❞

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     ”Oh, my apologies. Did I frighten you?” Cyrus flicked the lights back on and stepped away from the switch.

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❝ --Yeah, a little. Is there a reason you're  playing with the light switch, or are you just..bored? ❞

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❝ you must be pretty important if you need a     helmet to protect your skull. ❞

 ❝ well, yeah, i’m iron man.       come on, you’re telling me you don’t       recognize me? ❞

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❝---i guess. kinda. i mean, i've met       peter freaking pan, for god's sake, i don't know why this is surprising. my kid loves you.❞

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❝—-Nice hat.❞

❝Helmet.❞

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❝ you must be pretty important if you need a     helmet to protect your skull. ❞

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     ….

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❝---Nice hat.❞

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❝----Shit!❞

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"---And I suppose that it's just a coincidence that you  were here at the exact  moment this place got robbed last night?"

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alright. theme all done. thoughts?

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"Trust me, if anyone understands where you’re comin’ from, it’s me. I grew up in a  foster home thinking that my parents—didn’t want me. Only to find out they only did it so I could break a curse. I mean, I get it—-but it’s  still crappy knowing they gave me up. I was  a l o n e. " 

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Flynn paused at that, watching her with renewed interest. Of course. He knew  of her since everyone in the town did, but he’d never really spoken to her  about his or her own past, so the  similar connection was only made in Flynn’s head right now. 

"—My parents abandoned me too.  But, they never wanted me anyway so y’know. I grew up in an orphanage and left as soon as I was able.” Which, meant he’d ran away. 

Another pause, and he just remained silent for a moment or so before replying, "Least you have your folks now, right? Some family, friends? I’m still…alone.” 

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                      Emma listened to him speak. It wasn't everyday she got to meet someone like her. Someone lost. That was probably why she connected so much to the lost boys when they'd traveled to Neverland. No one understood her. But now--someone did. And it was an interesting experience. "Yeah, I guess. But even so, for a long time, I still felt like I didn't belong. I may have my parents now, but I'm an adult. Those are years they can never have with me, or I with them. They didn't see my first steps, or first words." The blonde still regretted not being able to experience any of that with Henry, but she knew she did the right thing. "I left when I met someone who offered me freedom. And love. Guess that's the problem with kids. They're so quick to trust and not think of the consequences."                     The sheriff slid her hands into her pockets, shifting from one foot to the other. "And you've never tried to find them? Even if nothing comes from it, don't you want--closure? I hated my parents for the longest time. But that was because I assumed something that wasn't true."

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PSA;

;out- Hey guys. I said I would keep you updated and here I am. Well, at least on mobile. Anyway, I think it’s safe to say that I will be back on Sunday. A friend of mine told me I could stay with him for a month before I fly to the UK in July and live with a very good friend of mine and start a new life there. I will basically let myself out of this hellhole of a psych ward my mom put me in on Saturday, pack my stuff and leave on Sunday. The only problem is, that I am struggling with the “no money” problem really hard. So if you would like to help me, even if you only want to send like 5Euro or somethng, my paypal is xandy_wicked(at)yahoo.de.You guys all know i do not normally ask for something like this, but my mother threw me out completely and I can use any euro i can get. even if you can’t send any money, maybe a reblog would be nice. thank you. i love you all, my pretties. i will be back soon.

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"—-Looks like you’re not the only one      who knows a  thing  or two about  shutting   people   out. “

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"Guess not. It’s just…hard.

Y’know?” 

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"Trust me, if anyone understands where you're comin' from, it's me. I grew up in a  foster home thinking that my parents--didn't want me. Only to find out they only did it so I could break a curse. I mean, I get it---but it's  still crappy knowing they gave me up. I was  a l o n e. "