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crimson_graces2017-02-17 06:33 pm
marching) wrote in crimson_graces2017-02-17 06:33 pm
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prompts, lyrics, starters, texts.
pick a muse, pick any muse
prompts, lyrics, starters, texts.
pick a muse, pick any muse
[ he could have tricks, Emma isn't sure he'd ever use one on her. they've always been more open with their attraction than the concept of putting the moves on someone requires. when one of them does think of taking the other, it's not long before both of them know it. there's no pretense, no promise of romance when he isn't feeling it. she likes that she never has to worry about using her super power on him; most people aren't as honest as he is.
she fell hard for the Asgardian who still wants to date her, even now when that they have a daughter and a home and a shared life that belongs to both of them. his world is a speck in the stars but she finds herself staring up at it, because as unbelievable as all of this is to her, she still wants to take in every little memory he has of his home. seems like it might be a long time before he sees it again.]
Do you miss Asgard?
[ she's not so insecure that she doesn't want him to be honest with her. he's not going anywhere, Emma knows that. she doesn't want him to feel like he can't talk about his home anymore. it's still a part of him, and a part of their daughter too. ]
she fell hard for the Asgardian who still wants to date her, even now when that they have a daughter and a home and a shared life that belongs to both of them. his world is a speck in the stars but she finds herself staring up at it, because as unbelievable as all of this is to her, she still wants to take in every little memory he has of his home. seems like it might be a long time before he sees it again.]
Do you miss Asgard?
[ she's not so insecure that she doesn't want him to be honest with her. he's not going anywhere, Emma knows that. she doesn't want him to feel like he can't talk about his home anymore. it's still a part of him, and a part of their daughter too. ]
[It's just karma, plain and simple. For all the times that Oliver has been the Worst Human Alive, it only seems logical that he knock up the only person who's capable of breaking him if he doesn't do his part. It's even further karma that she's waking up crying in the middle of the night and no one's life is threatened. Old habits die hard, he reaches under his pillow like he's reaching for a knife like he's still on the island like he's still got to defend his life at every turn like murder is just something that happens and not something to think about.
But no-- no it's just Kara. She sounds upset but Kara is also perfectly capable of defending herself.
Oliver pads into the main room, shirtless and confused because crying women are hard.]
Kara? What's wrong?
But no-- no it's just Kara. She sounds upset but Kara is also perfectly capable of defending herself.
Oliver pads into the main room, shirtless and confused because crying women are hard.]
Kara? What's wrong?
[That's what worries him a little, the longer he goes here without any crisis from his superhero job or from home-- it means that something bigger is coming. Something or someone is biding their time and he has so very much to lose this time.
There probably is not much he wouldn't do for his little found family. For Emma or their daughter. For her son or her parents. For her friends that she's given so much of her time for. That's not much different than his feelings for his Warriors Three or his father or even Loki even when he's being a bag of dicks. He's perhaps quicker to defend his girls though, and a touch more violent.
He shrugs after a moment, more nonchalant than he really is.]
I miss it every day. [There's no point in lying to her. He knows about her superpower and she's right. It isn't the sort of person he is. He's over a thousand Earth years old and he doesn't have the time for that sort of nonsense.]
It's my home. It's where I grew up and where I learned how to be a prince and a warrior. Someday I plan to take you and our daughter there for a visit. But my life is where you are.
There probably is not much he wouldn't do for his little found family. For Emma or their daughter. For her son or her parents. For her friends that she's given so much of her time for. That's not much different than his feelings for his Warriors Three or his father or even Loki even when he's being a bag of dicks. He's perhaps quicker to defend his girls though, and a touch more violent.
He shrugs after a moment, more nonchalant than he really is.]
I miss it every day. [There's no point in lying to her. He knows about her superpower and she's right. It isn't the sort of person he is. He's over a thousand Earth years old and he doesn't have the time for that sort of nonsense.]
It's my home. It's where I grew up and where I learned how to be a prince and a warrior. Someday I plan to take you and our daughter there for a visit. But my life is where you are.
[ is it wrong if it makes her feel better to hear it? somehow it's a relief to hear confirmation of what she's known for a while now. he misses his world, he might always miss his world, but he won't hide it from her. she might not have existed for thousands of earth years, but her thirty or so earth years have taught her that you're supposed to be honest with the person who you're trying to make a life with.]
I know.
[ it's a soft, satisfied confession. she knows more than she's said. yes, she knows that he misses his home. she knows he misses his father and his friends and his asshole brother. but more than that - ] And I know that you missing Asgard doesn't mean you'd leave us.
[ for most people that would be stating the obvious, for her it's a bigger stride than he might realize. not even her shitty luck and her previous abandonment issues could make her doubt him. so when he does show her his home, even from thousands of miles away, she's grateful that he's talking about it. she'd rather he let her in than feel like he has to keep it all to himself. this a pretty serious thing they have going now.]
I'd like for you to take us home with you someday. I want to meet the people who matter to you.
[quickly:]
Except your brother. Having Gold in the family is bad enough.
I know.
[ it's a soft, satisfied confession. she knows more than she's said. yes, she knows that he misses his home. she knows he misses his father and his friends and his asshole brother. but more than that - ] And I know that you missing Asgard doesn't mean you'd leave us.
[ for most people that would be stating the obvious, for her it's a bigger stride than he might realize. not even her shitty luck and her previous abandonment issues could make her doubt him. so when he does show her his home, even from thousands of miles away, she's grateful that he's talking about it. she'd rather he let her in than feel like he has to keep it all to himself. this a pretty serious thing they have going now.]
I'd like for you to take us home with you someday. I want to meet the people who matter to you.
[quickly:]
Except your brother. Having Gold in the family is bad enough.
[Thor laughs, a low rumble in his chest. He hasn't had much interaction with Mr. Gold but from what he has, he can say-- Loki is worse. Loki is like the love child of Gold and the Evil Queen, which is a strange thing to think about so he tries not to think about it very hard.]
He's adopted anyway.
[He tightens his arms around her for a brief moment, and places a kiss against the side of her hair.]
When she's older. So she'll be able to remember it.
[Because he really isn't supposed to be bringing humans there a lot.]
He's adopted anyway.
[He tightens his arms around her for a brief moment, and places a kiss against the side of her hair.]
When she's older. So she'll be able to remember it.
[Because he really isn't supposed to be bringing humans there a lot.]
[Some little girls dream about being a princess or famous singer or getting married and settling down to be a housewife for the rest of their days. She's not one of those girls. Emma Swan gets a gun and a red leather jacket and a reputation for being one of the very best at what she does. Some clients balk at her, because she's too brash and the jacket really isn't subtle but they're alive at the end of the day, which is really the only thing that matters to her.
She's got a mouth to feed at home and a college fund to start saving for because unlike her, her kid is going to college. He's too smart for anything else. He's not getting pregnant at seventeen either. Henry doesn't have a home or a future if she lets someone die on her watch and really, despite the attitude she gives off, she wouldn't just let someone die without a fight.
Though she's tempted to tell Killian Jones that he's on his fucking own and walk away.
She's starting to question that he actually needs personal security and didn't just hire her on a whim because this has really been one of the more boring assignments she's taken. Security wise, anyway. Jones keeps making comments that make her fingers itch and make her wish she was a personal assassin instead if only to just shut him up. Henry would have a good life living with her brother and his wife. David and Mary Margaret would take great care of him if mommy went back to jail because she murdered a shipping magnate who she suspects doesn't always dabble on the right side of the law.
At the very least, her kid's getting tucked in by someone else tonight because she's stuck in a little pub with an Irish ass who apparently is immune to rum because he's been drinking all day and he seems just as sober as he did in the morning.]
Any chance you're going to call it a night?
She's got a mouth to feed at home and a college fund to start saving for because unlike her, her kid is going to college. He's too smart for anything else. He's not getting pregnant at seventeen either. Henry doesn't have a home or a future if she lets someone die on her watch and really, despite the attitude she gives off, she wouldn't just let someone die without a fight.
Though she's tempted to tell Killian Jones that he's on his fucking own and walk away.
She's starting to question that he actually needs personal security and didn't just hire her on a whim because this has really been one of the more boring assignments she's taken. Security wise, anyway. Jones keeps making comments that make her fingers itch and make her wish she was a personal assassin instead if only to just shut him up. Henry would have a good life living with her brother and his wife. David and Mary Margaret would take great care of him if mommy went back to jail because she murdered a shipping magnate who she suspects doesn't always dabble on the right side of the law.
At the very least, her kid's getting tucked in by someone else tonight because she's stuck in a little pub with an Irish ass who apparently is immune to rum because he's been drinking all day and he seems just as sober as he did in the morning.]
Any chance you're going to call it a night?
So that she'll remember it, or so that your father doesn't have to deal with an infant screaming her way through his kingdom?
[ their daughter has a perfect pair of lungs on her. she can't imagine gods who've existed for thousands of years would be especially impressed with her ability to scream when she's unhappy, although she she has to give it to Thor - he knows how to make the baby laugh. sometimes even when he doesn't mean to.]
Is he going to upset that you had a child with a - me?
[ doesn't entirely matter whether it's the human thing that's the issue or the fact that she's her. she just has to wonder whether or not that's going to be an issue. dating a human might be one thing, but they've started a family. it's a little more serious than anyone might have expected.]
[ their daughter has a perfect pair of lungs on her. she can't imagine gods who've existed for thousands of years would be especially impressed with her ability to scream when she's unhappy, although she she has to give it to Thor - he knows how to make the baby laugh. sometimes even when he doesn't mean to.]
Is he going to upset that you had a child with a - me?
[ doesn't entirely matter whether it's the human thing that's the issue or the fact that she's her. she just has to wonder whether or not that's going to be an issue. dating a human might be one thing, but they've started a family. it's a little more serious than anyone might have expected.]
[ He won't lie. At the start the jacket was off putting. A strange idea considering what she's supposed to be, but in the end he figured it might make her a bigger target to his enemies. Not exactly the kindest thought, but he didn't get this far by being fair. Or kind. A body guard in a red leather jacket is a fine substitute. She's a walking talking bullseye. But these aren't things that Killian Jones let's slip. Because they're words that people use to sue.
But apart from the red leather and the increasing sass he does find her company to be--confusing. He's not sure how to describe it. It's been quite a while since he's been around someone that didn't make him roll his eyes halfway out of his skull. She's mean. She gives him looks like she wants to stab him in the bloody eye. Which he's not counting out either. She's quick and he's certain if he doesn't watch himself she'll make it happen.
Tonight isn't about either of them though. It's about Liam. It's his birthday. His cell phone has been strangely silent all day, but that's because he left it back at his flat. Probably still smashed to bits against his wall. He'd told Smee to bugger off and not bother him today anyways. If he can't handle things on his own then he has absolutely no reason to be in this business. ]
Any chance you'll have a drink with me? [ He looks up from the shot of rum he's pouring. The bottle is getting a little light, but it's not the first one to be defeated by Killian Jones. He gives it a wiggle and a smile. ] Come on, Swan, have a drink. I won't tell if you won't. [ He tilts his head. ] It's my brother's birthday. Do it for him.
But apart from the red leather and the increasing sass he does find her company to be--confusing. He's not sure how to describe it. It's been quite a while since he's been around someone that didn't make him roll his eyes halfway out of his skull. She's mean. She gives him looks like she wants to stab him in the bloody eye. Which he's not counting out either. She's quick and he's certain if he doesn't watch himself she'll make it happen.
Tonight isn't about either of them though. It's about Liam. It's his birthday. His cell phone has been strangely silent all day, but that's because he left it back at his flat. Probably still smashed to bits against his wall. He'd told Smee to bugger off and not bother him today anyways. If he can't handle things on his own then he has absolutely no reason to be in this business. ]
Any chance you'll have a drink with me? [ He looks up from the shot of rum he's pouring. The bottle is getting a little light, but it's not the first one to be defeated by Killian Jones. He gives it a wiggle and a smile. ] Come on, Swan, have a drink. I won't tell if you won't. [ He tilts his head. ] It's my brother's birthday. Do it for him.
[ it's hard to believe in something good. Emma knows, because she's tried. she listened to her friend who told her not to give up on finding a better home than her last one, but sometimes she thinks they're all the same. she's eight years old now, and eight years is long enough to know that she's getting too old to find a family who might want to adopt her. this is her third group home and it's just like her first (but maybe slightly better than her second), maybe they're all the same. maybe this is her life now, and she just needs to get used to it.
she's glad it's quiet for now, while the other kids are at the park. Emma decided to stay here and read instead, since it's the only time there's any silence to be found here. most of the time it takes a pair of headphones and a tape recorder to block out the noise of everyone else fighting, so she has an hour, maybe an hour and a half, to get through as many chapters as she can. she probably won't finish the book, but it's due back at the library in a few days and she's set her mind to getting through it.
for a while everything is the way she expects it to be, while works her way through the pages of Andersen's Fairytales. no one bothers to check on her when it's quiet, so she does her best to make herself comfortable on a bed that's a little too hard for her liking. it's better than sleeping on the ground, especially when it's cold out, and it's not like she's gonna complain. she's been on her best behavior here, trying to change; wanting to transform the way her friend told her to.
in the end, it's her closet that transforms instead of Emma. one moment her room is silent, and the next there's a crash and the shuffle of a person moving through the clothes in her closet. her headphones fly off and she swings her feet over the edge of the bed, staring up at the space with her mouth hanging open. not a person, people. two voices first, and then they step forward and she jumps up, hands up defensively - like she's the one who's gotten caught instead of them.]
How the hell did you do that?
[ honestly, Emma knows better. they've talked to her about language before - about how it doesn't sound good, and the little kids might learn it, but she's scared and she'd rather sound tough than terrified, so a word that's not too bad might just cover the fact that her eyes are as big as saucers and she looks ready to run or scream or both.]
she's glad it's quiet for now, while the other kids are at the park. Emma decided to stay here and read instead, since it's the only time there's any silence to be found here. most of the time it takes a pair of headphones and a tape recorder to block out the noise of everyone else fighting, so she has an hour, maybe an hour and a half, to get through as many chapters as she can. she probably won't finish the book, but it's due back at the library in a few days and she's set her mind to getting through it.
for a while everything is the way she expects it to be, while works her way through the pages of Andersen's Fairytales. no one bothers to check on her when it's quiet, so she does her best to make herself comfortable on a bed that's a little too hard for her liking. it's better than sleeping on the ground, especially when it's cold out, and it's not like she's gonna complain. she's been on her best behavior here, trying to change; wanting to transform the way her friend told her to.
in the end, it's her closet that transforms instead of Emma. one moment her room is silent, and the next there's a crash and the shuffle of a person moving through the clothes in her closet. her headphones fly off and she swings her feet over the edge of the bed, staring up at the space with her mouth hanging open. not a person, people. two voices first, and then they step forward and she jumps up, hands up defensively - like she's the one who's gotten caught instead of them.]
How the hell did you do that?
[ honestly, Emma knows better. they've talked to her about language before - about how it doesn't sound good, and the little kids might learn it, but she's scared and she'd rather sound tough than terrified, so a word that's not too bad might just cover the fact that her eyes are as big as saucers and she looks ready to run or scream or both.]
[Charming doesn't--can't answer right away because he can't stop staring at her. That's Emma. That's his little girl. That's half him and half Snow and gods, Snow, look what they made. Look at her, she's so beautiful and blonde and for a half second, he wishes his mother had lived to see her because he thinks it would've made Ruth very, very happy to see her too.
Maybe it's selfish. Maybe Snow is right and they did condemn everyone they ever met to a fate worse than death. He's willing to take that chance. The same way they took the chance with Emma when he put her in the wardrobe. She made it to this world, she survived and now, with the help of her parents she'll grow up to save everyone they left behind. No, he has no idea how that will happen but they have time to make a plan.
They have time with their daughter to break Regina's curse.]
Emma, [he's actually chiding her because that's right, watch your language young lady and apparently he's that kind of dad and that fact makes him so happy he wants to cry. He looks ready to cry anyway but it's mostly because he's here, he's in the same room as his baby girl and they all have the chance to be a family together.]
I mean, we're-- [He looks at Snow like help. Sorry, honey, he got them this far, you have any ideas on how to explain this to their daughter without sounding like total nutjobs.]
Maybe it's selfish. Maybe Snow is right and they did condemn everyone they ever met to a fate worse than death. He's willing to take that chance. The same way they took the chance with Emma when he put her in the wardrobe. She made it to this world, she survived and now, with the help of her parents she'll grow up to save everyone they left behind. No, he has no idea how that will happen but they have time to make a plan.
They have time with their daughter to break Regina's curse.]
Emma, [he's actually chiding her because that's right, watch your language young lady and apparently he's that kind of dad and that fact makes him so happy he wants to cry. He looks ready to cry anyway but it's mostly because he's here, he's in the same room as his baby girl and they all have the chance to be a family together.]
I mean, we're-- [He looks at Snow like help. Sorry, honey, he got them this far, you have any ideas on how to explain this to their daughter without sounding like total nutjobs.]
This is just. Um, Kidnapping her back to her rightful parents right? This is fine.
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2017-04-17 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
[They have all the time in the world now. Even if it had taken some coaxing on Charming's part for Snow to 'take the plunge' here as it were. As worried as she was about everyone else back at Storybrooke. She's not even sure how to make it back. But there's time enough for all that years from now and that suddenly hardly seems to matter at seeing Emma so close. Hearing her. Being so close as to actually be able to reach out to touch her. For the first time in years.
It hurts. Thinking already of all that they had missed. Her first steps. Her first words. Her first day at school. All of that, they weren't there for. But now? Now they could be. From here on. A sort of quiet determination fills her then in vowing that to herself. That she never be parted from this child ever again. Remembering the ache of parting when she handed her baby to Charming. It's enough to bring tears threatening at her eyes all over again.
Only. Well. Yeah, okay, this probably does look rather alarming from poor Emma's perspective right about now.]
How? That is....
[Okay how to begin to explain? What would Emma actually believe? Least of all with Charming automatically coming out with her name like that? She purses her lips, glancing down for a moment as she seems to search for what to say. Well, in the end, didn't they always say that honesty was the best policy? It would at least explain Charming already knowing her name, at least.]
We're your parents, Emma.
[And how they all got here is a rather long story. Much longer than the one she was reading on the bed before they so unceremoniously interrupted her just now. But baby steps. They could explain in time as necessary, as Emma asks. Hopefully. Maybe. This is a start.
Even if it's probably obvious on instinct that Snow reaches for a second, once she rightens herself, to cup Emma's cheek but holds back, unsure how Emma might take all of this so suddenly. Whether she might believe them. Because of course it must have hurt her to be seemingly abandoned as a baby, with her not knowing the full story.]
It hurts. Thinking already of all that they had missed. Her first steps. Her first words. Her first day at school. All of that, they weren't there for. But now? Now they could be. From here on. A sort of quiet determination fills her then in vowing that to herself. That she never be parted from this child ever again. Remembering the ache of parting when she handed her baby to Charming. It's enough to bring tears threatening at her eyes all over again.
Only. Well. Yeah, okay, this probably does look rather alarming from poor Emma's perspective right about now.]
How? That is....
[Okay how to begin to explain? What would Emma actually believe? Least of all with Charming automatically coming out with her name like that? She purses her lips, glancing down for a moment as she seems to search for what to say. Well, in the end, didn't they always say that honesty was the best policy? It would at least explain Charming already knowing her name, at least.]
We're your parents, Emma.
[And how they all got here is a rather long story. Much longer than the one she was reading on the bed before they so unceremoniously interrupted her just now. But baby steps. They could explain in time as necessary, as Emma asks. Hopefully. Maybe. This is a start.
Even if it's probably obvious on instinct that Snow reaches for a second, once she rightens herself, to cup Emma's cheek but holds back, unsure how Emma might take all of this so suddenly. Whether she might believe them. Because of course it must have hurt her to be seemingly abandoned as a baby, with her not knowing the full story.]
[ they're telling the truth, Emma knows it. she knows because people lie to her all the time, since she's a kid and she shouldn't technically know the difference. bad news comes pretty frequently when you're living in the foster system, sometimes it's that a family decided they weren't ready for another kid, or they've decided not to meet her after all. sometimes it's that the home she's in doesn't have enough room, or someone's reported a concern to her social worker. she knows what it's like to have to sit in the office at her school and admit that she doesn't have a bed of her own or enough food in the refrigerator. those are the places she gets taken away from, even if she's started making friends.
she doesn't have any friends here, and nothing keeping her in this place. when the woman says they're her parents she knows, no matter how impossible it seems, that she means it. the man is blonde like her and the woman has a chin that's kinda like hers, and if she squints (and she does for a moment there), she can kinda see herself in both of them.
she knows the look, too. that look they're both giving her, like she's someone who matters to them. she's seen plenty of parents give that look to the children they've adopted, or the kids they're picking up at school, she just never thought she'd see someone look at her that way. no one ever has before.
now that they're here, now that they've found her (she always hoped they would), she doesn't know what to say. the woman reaches out to her, and Emma has to remind herself that this is her mother who wants to come closer, but she's frozen at first. she blinks, stunned and curious and fighting back against emotion that rises up at the way they're staring at her. she wants to cry, or hug them, or ask them why it took so long for them to find her, but more important than that, she wants to make sure she's not asleep, so she pinches herself.
it hurts, but they're still here. in her dreams they don't come tripping out of her closet, anyway.]
I thought -
[ she thought what? that they weren't coming back? yeah, sometimes she did. but sometimes she wanted to believe they would, even though getting older was supposed to mean she knew better.]
How did you find me?
she doesn't have any friends here, and nothing keeping her in this place. when the woman says they're her parents she knows, no matter how impossible it seems, that she means it. the man is blonde like her and the woman has a chin that's kinda like hers, and if she squints (and she does for a moment there), she can kinda see herself in both of them.
she knows the look, too. that look they're both giving her, like she's someone who matters to them. she's seen plenty of parents give that look to the children they've adopted, or the kids they're picking up at school, she just never thought she'd see someone look at her that way. no one ever has before.
now that they're here, now that they've found her (she always hoped they would), she doesn't know what to say. the woman reaches out to her, and Emma has to remind herself that this is her mother who wants to come closer, but she's frozen at first. she blinks, stunned and curious and fighting back against emotion that rises up at the way they're staring at her. she wants to cry, or hug them, or ask them why it took so long for them to find her, but more important than that, she wants to make sure she's not asleep, so she pinches herself.
it hurts, but they're still here. in her dreams they don't come tripping out of her closet, anyway.]
I thought -
[ she thought what? that they weren't coming back? yeah, sometimes she did. but sometimes she wanted to believe they would, even though getting older was supposed to mean she knew better.]
How did you find me?
[Gods, break his heart more why don't you.
He wants so badly to grab her and pull her in for a hug and never let go (or at least for an hour) but he seems to realize that it has to her that moves first. Given the way she reacts to Snow reaching for her, when she goes stiff and wide eyed like a cornered animal that's scared and doesn't know if it should fight or run, it's obvious she doesn't trust them. He hates seeing that kind of look on his daughter's face. He hates that they weren't there to shower her with the love that she deserved.
They've got time to change it. Gotta focus on that.]
We have been looking for you for a long time. [Time is also relative when you've spent the last eight years under a curse with no memory of who you really are. Emma has always been on Charming's mind and that's as close to the truth as it gets right now.]
We're so sorry it took us so long.
He wants so badly to grab her and pull her in for a hug and never let go (or at least for an hour) but he seems to realize that it has to her that moves first. Given the way she reacts to Snow reaching for her, when she goes stiff and wide eyed like a cornered animal that's scared and doesn't know if it should fight or run, it's obvious she doesn't trust them. He hates seeing that kind of look on his daughter's face. He hates that they weren't there to shower her with the love that she deserved.
They've got time to change it. Gotta focus on that.]
We have been looking for you for a long time. [Time is also relative when you've spent the last eight years under a curse with no memory of who you really are. Emma has always been on Charming's mind and that's as close to the truth as it gets right now.]
We're so sorry it took us so long.
[Their daughter shouldn't look like that towards them. But that's....probably to be expected, right? With how little Emma knows of the situation. That she would be cautious and unsure, at least at first. Snow tries to reassure herself that this must be he case and it would be fine if they just give Emma some time to adjust to her parents kind of literally falling back into her life after years.
Her hand lowers back to her side, to hold to Charming instead for a moment, rather than pressure Emma like that. It's true, that they'd been Cursed, hadn't even known they had a daughter from the moment that they had arrived in Storybrooke from their home.]
We never meant for this, Emma. I'm sorry. It's....a very long story in how all this happened. But we're here now. Everything will be alright.
Her hand lowers back to her side, to hold to Charming instead for a moment, rather than pressure Emma like that. It's true, that they'd been Cursed, hadn't even known they had a daughter from the moment that they had arrived in Storybrooke from their home.]
We never meant for this, Emma. I'm sorry. It's....a very long story in how all this happened. But we're here now. Everything will be alright.
[ her parents would hate this. the idea of her marrying for anything other than love would make both of them so disappointed in her. it's everything her father told her not to do; a sign of complete and total desperation. if there was any other way then she would still be at home in the Enchanted Forest, but Regina's made it so that the entire realm isn't safe for her anymore. she needs an alliance, something stronger than a prince from a neighboring kingdom or a wizard from another land.
all of that works out well for Asgard, because they happen to be in need of a savior, and from what she's heard, she's it. she'll marry their prince - a god - in exchange for their support in defeating the Evil Queen. he's the heir to the kingdom, a warrior named Thor - she's never seen him before in her life, but she looks a little incredulous when he steps into the room where they've agreed to meet. it doesn't seem like this guy would have any trouble finding a wife, but what does she know? she's not all that interested in having a husband.
at least Odin's given them some time to speak by themselves. she'd like to have a little more optimism for their agreement, but this isn't the marriage she wants or how she'd like to achieve one in general. he's not the first suitor she's wanted to roll her eyes at upon arrival, just the first she'll say yes to, because she's out of options and her people need her.
she's silent as he approaches the table, taking in everything from the way he walks to the sound of his boots hitting the marble. he makes an entrance, some women might appreciate that. all Emma does is make sure that she greets him the way she's expected to, with a curtsy and a smile that passes as polite. she'd like to know what she's gotten herself into before she makes any judgements, but right now she feels like she's screwed and tall, blonde, and cheerful over here isn't helping.]
You must be my future husband.
[ she'd introduce herself, but what's the point? he knows. besides, she's not entirely sure if she should go by princess or queen these days. one is the title she had when she left the enchanted forest, and the other is the one she intends to take when she returns. it is, after all, rightfully hers now.]
all of that works out well for Asgard, because they happen to be in need of a savior, and from what she's heard, she's it. she'll marry their prince - a god - in exchange for their support in defeating the Evil Queen. he's the heir to the kingdom, a warrior named Thor - she's never seen him before in her life, but she looks a little incredulous when he steps into the room where they've agreed to meet. it doesn't seem like this guy would have any trouble finding a wife, but what does she know? she's not all that interested in having a husband.
at least Odin's given them some time to speak by themselves. she'd like to have a little more optimism for their agreement, but this isn't the marriage she wants or how she'd like to achieve one in general. he's not the first suitor she's wanted to roll her eyes at upon arrival, just the first she'll say yes to, because she's out of options and her people need her.
she's silent as he approaches the table, taking in everything from the way he walks to the sound of his boots hitting the marble. he makes an entrance, some women might appreciate that. all Emma does is make sure that she greets him the way she's expected to, with a curtsy and a smile that passes as polite. she'd like to know what she's gotten herself into before she makes any judgements, but right now she feels like she's screwed and tall, blonde, and cheerful over here isn't helping.]
You must be my future husband.
[ she'd introduce herself, but what's the point? he knows. besides, she's not entirely sure if she should go by princess or queen these days. one is the title she had when she left the enchanted forest, and the other is the one she intends to take when she returns. it is, after all, rightfully hers now.]
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[ she's only eight years old, yet it feels like a very long eight years that she's spent alone on this planet. time slows to a crawl when you have to keep starting over, with different families and different friends and new homes. she's been on her own, too, for a few days when she couldn't stand her last home. it wasn't until she was ready to burn the pages of her favorite book that she started to believe that it was too soon to give up on finding a family.
a family, though, is a little different than her family. these are her parents, her mother and father, and they wanted her. they want her now, as impossible as all of this is. she might be a kid, but she's been in that closet, checked it for secret passageways (as she does with every new home she's placed), and she knows it's four walls and a lot of worn out clothing. that they appeared out of nowhere is still less unbelievable that they appeared at all, when she was worried she would never find them.
oddly enough, she'd thought about trying to look during her brief time as a runaway. searching the internet in a library hadn't yielded anything but an article about the day she was born.
she wants so badly to believe in all of this that she lets her guard down for a moment. she takes a brave step forward, sniffling to keep from getting even more upset, and nods. everyone tells her she's a smart girl - too smart to go trusting strangers - but they don't feel like strangers to her at all. she lifts one hand and reaches out. do they shake hands? hold them? she's never had a parent to know how to show affection towards them.]
Will you take me with you? Away from here?
[ she might be unsure of them, but she's even less sure of this. if they're her family, she wants to be with them.]
a family, though, is a little different than her family. these are her parents, her mother and father, and they wanted her. they want her now, as impossible as all of this is. she might be a kid, but she's been in that closet, checked it for secret passageways (as she does with every new home she's placed), and she knows it's four walls and a lot of worn out clothing. that they appeared out of nowhere is still less unbelievable that they appeared at all, when she was worried she would never find them.
oddly enough, she'd thought about trying to look during her brief time as a runaway. searching the internet in a library hadn't yielded anything but an article about the day she was born.
she wants so badly to believe in all of this that she lets her guard down for a moment. she takes a brave step forward, sniffling to keep from getting even more upset, and nods. everyone tells her she's a smart girl - too smart to go trusting strangers - but they don't feel like strangers to her at all. she lifts one hand and reaches out. do they shake hands? hold them? she's never had a parent to know how to show affection towards them.]
Will you take me with you? Away from here?
[ she might be unsure of them, but she's even less sure of this. if they're her family, she wants to be with them.]
[Charming's ready to spin a tale about an bad, bad woman who worked very hard to keep them apart and that's what took them so long to find her and whatever other explanation she needs to trust them when she steps forward and offers a hand. And that's really all he needs. It's enough to grab her hand and tug her in to them and hug her to their sides.
Big family hug that's what this family does. She'll have to get used to that, they're very big on physical affection. He vows silently, right here and now to do whatever it takes to earn her trust, to make Emma believe that she's wanted and loved and so special to them always. Even if it takes the next twenty years to do it.]
Of course, princess. We're not leaving you ever again.
Big family hug that's what this family does. She'll have to get used to that, they're very big on physical affection. He vows silently, right here and now to do whatever it takes to earn her trust, to make Emma believe that she's wanted and loved and so special to them always. Even if it takes the next twenty years to do it.]
Of course, princess. We're not leaving you ever again.
Father loves children.
[Which is a diplomatic way of saying that Odin the Allfather doesn't always love what his son gets up to. He's more likely to blame Thor himself for it all by now. After becoming an Avenger and bringing another Earth girl home. It's not an accident or a ploy, it's a pattern. He likes humans. He finds them fascinating and funny and worthy of his protection.
And his love apparently, given what he feels for Emma and their daughter.]
He's accepted I will spend my time on Midgard for the foreseeable future. Asgardians measure time differently. Someday I'll return and take my birthright. There's no rush.
[Or did she forget that he's actually like thirteen hundred years old by Earth standards.]
[Which is a diplomatic way of saying that Odin the Allfather doesn't always love what his son gets up to. He's more likely to blame Thor himself for it all by now. After becoming an Avenger and bringing another Earth girl home. It's not an accident or a ploy, it's a pattern. He likes humans. He finds them fascinating and funny and worthy of his protection.
And his love apparently, given what he feels for Emma and their daughter.]
He's accepted I will spend my time on Midgard for the foreseeable future. Asgardians measure time differently. Someday I'll return and take my birthright. There's no rush.
[Or did she forget that he's actually like thirteen hundred years old by Earth standards.]
I know, but you might not return alone.
[ she gets that she is basically seen as some kind of phase every god goes through when they want to get out of their family's realm for a while and sow their wild oats, but this sowing created a daughter that might be as much her father's side as she is Emma's. it's possible that Samantha isn't entirely human, and considering what her father is, Emma wouldn't be all that surprised. a god and a savior created a child together, the real shocker would be if this kid turned out normal.
because after she slept with him, she'd decided that nine-month consequences weren't possible between gods and humans from different realms, so now all bets are off. as it turns out, the two of them are almost too compatible. she's done the math and he knocked her up within the first two weeks that the two of them started having sex. if she didn't care so much about him, she would've killed him for that.]
Sometimes I think she's more you than me.
[ in good ways, to be honest. she's an easy baby and Emma doubts anyone could have said that about her.]
[ she gets that she is basically seen as some kind of phase every god goes through when they want to get out of their family's realm for a while and sow their wild oats, but this sowing created a daughter that might be as much her father's side as she is Emma's. it's possible that Samantha isn't entirely human, and considering what her father is, Emma wouldn't be all that surprised. a god and a savior created a child together, the real shocker would be if this kid turned out normal.
because after she slept with him, she'd decided that nine-month consequences weren't possible between gods and humans from different realms, so now all bets are off. as it turns out, the two of them are almost too compatible. she's done the math and he knocked her up within the first two weeks that the two of them started having sex. if she didn't care so much about him, she would've killed him for that.]
Sometimes I think she's more you than me.
[ in good ways, to be honest. she's an easy baby and Emma doubts anyone could have said that about her.]
Not from now, we aren't. I mean, we'll need to talk to these people and sort things out, but.
[But Snow is determined. Vowing to herself that she won't let Emma go again. Not now she has her daughter back. After so long. And Emma extends that hand to them, so tentative, obviously wanting to trust them in spite of herself, and it just about breaks Snow's heart even as she reaches to help pull Emma to them, into the hug with Charming.
One hug isn't nearly enough to make up for it all, but it's a start at least. Or so Snow hopes. She gives a wry smile amid the threatening tears, to Charming at the 'princess' comment already.]
[But Snow is determined. Vowing to herself that she won't let Emma go again. Not now she has her daughter back. After so long. And Emma extends that hand to them, so tentative, obviously wanting to trust them in spite of herself, and it just about breaks Snow's heart even as she reaches to help pull Emma to them, into the hug with Charming.
One hug isn't nearly enough to make up for it all, but it's a start at least. Or so Snow hopes. She gives a wry smile amid the threatening tears, to Charming at the 'princess' comment already.]
[To be perfectly honest, Thor would have helped the wayward princess reclaim her throne without a marriage contract. That's his father's doing, and he sees through it for what it really is. A sign that he needs to start settling down. To think about the kingdom instead of the number of trophies he can collect. That he's going to be king sooner rather than later and he needs a queen to rule by his side like his mother has ruled by his father's.
Why Odin can't just say this is beyond everyone's comprehension. That's just how the Allfather is.
Thor stops maybe a few feet from her, and bows to her. She is after all, technically the Queen of Misthaven and he is still a Prince of Asgard even though she has no throne to sit on. That's where he's supposed to come in. He's heard tales of her parents, the brave Prince Charming and noble Snow White. He's heard other, horrible stories of the Evil Queen. What he doesn't know is what sort of woman the princess is. Is she her parent daughter? Or someone else entirely?
She's pretty but Thor knows that beauty and grace don't always go hand in hand.]
I think you can just call me Thor.
Why Odin can't just say this is beyond everyone's comprehension. That's just how the Allfather is.
Thor stops maybe a few feet from her, and bows to her. She is after all, technically the Queen of Misthaven and he is still a Prince of Asgard even though she has no throne to sit on. That's where he's supposed to come in. He's heard tales of her parents, the brave Prince Charming and noble Snow White. He's heard other, horrible stories of the Evil Queen. What he doesn't know is what sort of woman the princess is. Is she her parent daughter? Or someone else entirely?
She's pretty but Thor knows that beauty and grace don't always go hand in hand.]
I think you can just call me Thor.
Her father is a fierce warrior, too.
[ and she won't speak to how handsome he is because he is unfairly good looking. she's heard about the ego he came to earth with and she doesn't need to make it worse. besides, quiet admiration has been a thing with them ever since she decided to flirt with their Asgardian visitor. she sees no reason to stop just because he decided to stay.
just because, as if that didn't completely change her entire life.
if there's one thing they have in common, it's that the two of them approach even the most routine moments with their whole heart. she kisses him with the dedication of someone who realizes she won't get another chance to for at least another five hours (assuming the baby cooperates). it's goodnight, the usual unspoken promise of love, and maybe a little bit of a demand to be held all at once.
she's strong, fierce, and independent, but having someone to share her life with is the impossible thing she never would have seen coming. ]
Goodnight, Thor.
[ and she won't speak to how handsome he is because he is unfairly good looking. she's heard about the ego he came to earth with and she doesn't need to make it worse. besides, quiet admiration has been a thing with them ever since she decided to flirt with their Asgardian visitor. she sees no reason to stop just because he decided to stay.
just because, as if that didn't completely change her entire life.
if there's one thing they have in common, it's that the two of them approach even the most routine moments with their whole heart. she kisses him with the dedication of someone who realizes she won't get another chance to for at least another five hours (assuming the baby cooperates). it's goodnight, the usual unspoken promise of love, and maybe a little bit of a demand to be held all at once.
she's strong, fierce, and independent, but having someone to share her life with is the impossible thing she never would have seen coming. ]
Goodnight, Thor.
They're not here.
[ she says it like she expects them to lose interest. like maybe there's not a moment to waste. everyone went to the park, are they going to change their mind if they have to wait?
deep down, Emma knows better. they don't hug her like they'd ever leave her behind, yet her head and her heart are a little torn on what could happen next. her heart says this is what she's been waiting for, but her head says people change their minds all the time. she knows because she's felt that disappointment before, and it would hurt so much more if it was her real mom and dad who decided not to take her this time.]
But they'll be back soon. Is that okay?
[ she glances up to her mom first, then her dad. he called her princess (she might not have said anything, but she definitely noticed). no one's ever had a name for her like that, but she likes it.]
[ she says it like she expects them to lose interest. like maybe there's not a moment to waste. everyone went to the park, are they going to change their mind if they have to wait?
deep down, Emma knows better. they don't hug her like they'd ever leave her behind, yet her head and her heart are a little torn on what could happen next. her heart says this is what she's been waiting for, but her head says people change their minds all the time. she knows because she's felt that disappointment before, and it would hurt so much more if it was her real mom and dad who decided not to take her this time.]
But they'll be back soon. Is that okay?
[ she glances up to her mom first, then her dad. he called her princess (she might not have said anything, but she definitely noticed). no one's ever had a name for her like that, but she likes it.]
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