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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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[Most mornings, Charming is the first one up in the loft and that means that he makes breakfast for the whole lot of them most every morning too. Some days he makes a little less because Henry is staying at Regina's. Or Snow wakes up earlier than her alarm and comes out to help him. Once or twice, Henry skips down the stairs and stirs the pancakes.
Not once has Emma been the first one up but that's just part of his daughter's charm.
So imagine his surprise when he's barely started getting the ingredients down from the cabinets when Emma bounds down the stairs and no. She isn't dressed for heading into the station at the crack of dawn, which is good because he might be upset at not being informed they had work to do before now.]
Emma?
Not once has Emma been the first one up but that's just part of his daughter's charm.
So imagine his surprise when he's barely started getting the ingredients down from the cabinets when Emma bounds down the stairs and no. She isn't dressed for heading into the station at the crack of dawn, which is good because he might be upset at not being informed they had work to do before now.]
Emma?
[ so this new place, with the new school, and the entire life do-over? Emma isn't a fan. her new school sucks, she doesn't have any friends, and she's still waiting for Neal to show up and make things interesting. somehow, life is more boring in Boston than it was in the last place she actually called home, but it's freed her up to take on a few special projects.
since it's father's day, she went for a do-it-yourself puzzle picture block, complete with the earliest picture of the two of them that she could find. she also sprung for a card, and has started making dinner without consulting him first. hopefully he likes spaghetti and meatballs, it's one of the few things she can make on her own without a visit from the fire department.]
since it's father's day, she went for a do-it-yourself puzzle picture block, complete with the earliest picture of the two of them that she could find. she also sprung for a card, and has started making dinner without consulting him first. hopefully he likes spaghetti and meatballs, it's one of the few things she can make on her own without a visit from the fire department.]
[Boston has a lot more people than Charming would care for, actually but the schools are better for Emma here. He makes better money too but that's never really mattered to him much. It matters that Emma is safe and happy and if she can't always be the latter, then at least the former is enough.
He comes in from doing some yard work, and stills because it smells like something is cooking and that's not always good news when it comes to Emma. He loves her, he does. She just cooks like her mother did.]
What're you up to?
He comes in from doing some yard work, and stills because it smells like something is cooking and that's not always good news when it comes to Emma. He loves her, he does. She just cooks like her mother did.]
What're you up to?
[ look, it's fine, David was a farmer. it makes sense that he's up at the crack of dawn on any given day, and ninety-nine percent of the time, Emma is grateful to come downstairs and find breakfast already made. she's not much of a morning person herself, but that's not entirely her fault. it used to be, but now there's Storybrooke with all its problems, and a job at the station that takes her attention at all hours. there are late nights and early mornings, so given the chance to sleep in, she always takes it.
except today, which Emma has proudly marked on her calendar with a red circle and set her alarm an hour early for.
the alarm goes off and she only lingers for a moment or two before forcing herself up. she stops into the bathroom to brush her teeth and grabs a robe off of the back of the door and wanders down to the kitchen still dressed in her pajamas, only to find that - of course - David is already awake and starting breakfast.
so much for a father's day surprise.]
You're up?
[ said as if it's not presently the most disappointing thing in the world to his adult daughter ( who seems to possess the emotional maturity of your average seven year old).]
except today, which Emma has proudly marked on her calendar with a red circle and set her alarm an hour early for.
the alarm goes off and she only lingers for a moment or two before forcing herself up. she stops into the bathroom to brush her teeth and grabs a robe off of the back of the door and wanders down to the kitchen still dressed in her pajamas, only to find that - of course - David is already awake and starting breakfast.
so much for a father's day surprise.]
You're up?
[ said as if it's not presently the most disappointing thing in the world to his adult daughter ( who seems to possess the emotional maturity of your average seven year old).]
[ safe and happy leaves her at fifty percent when she's determined to be miserable in Boston. it's not the life she was used to, not the life she wanted, but with the move comes the knowledge that they're not going back. he made this decision, now she has to live with it. (at least until she's old enough to go to college, at which point she still thinks she can insist on something far away from here.)
she'd like to pretend she still has a choice in all of this, and deep down, she doesn't blame her dad for doing what he needed to. they've gone the entire day without her complaining about something, if he hasn't caught on that something's up, the presents and dinner might give him away.]
Making food. What are you up to?
[she's proud of herself, let her have this.]
she'd like to pretend she still has a choice in all of this, and deep down, she doesn't blame her dad for doing what he needed to. they've gone the entire day without her complaining about something, if he hasn't caught on that something's up, the presents and dinner might give him away.]
Making food. What are you up to?
[she's proud of herself, let her have this.]
[She'd been impatient to see her half-brother ever since arriving back home, after hearing he had claimed as King of the North. But he'd been off dealing with the undead, with that Daenerys woman and her dragons or something. Whatever it was, she hoped he'd be back soon.
In the meantime, Arya had enough to distract her with. Keeping up her training with her sword, reminiscing to Bran and Sansa about things that seem like they happened to someone else, about their lives before....before everything changed when King Robert showed up.
But when Jon does return, she's to be found near the Godswood, sitting cross-legged and speaking softly, as if their father could actually hear her as she recounts some of her adventures since she left King's Landing. How much she misses him, how she and Sansa were getting along better now, that she imagined he'd be proud of them for that much.
She's so preoccupied, feeling so....safe, being back home, that she doesn't seem to hear footsteps approaching.]
In the meantime, Arya had enough to distract her with. Keeping up her training with her sword, reminiscing to Bran and Sansa about things that seem like they happened to someone else, about their lives before....before everything changed when King Robert showed up.
But when Jon does return, she's to be found near the Godswood, sitting cross-legged and speaking softly, as if their father could actually hear her as she recounts some of her adventures since she left King's Landing. How much she misses him, how she and Sansa were getting along better now, that she imagined he'd be proud of them for that much.
She's so preoccupied, feeling so....safe, being back home, that she doesn't seem to hear footsteps approaching.]
[Honestly? There is still a lot to work through. They've all been through a lot, through so much since the last time they saw each other. It taking time, to slowly get the details of what happened to each of her siblings. Some being harder to talk about than others, understandably.
So it's hardly a surprise that sometimes information might come slowly, from comments here and there that help fill in the gaps, so to speak. It's a work in progress, really. Even if Arya thinks she gets the basics, some of which she heard even across the sea.
Really, it's taken a long time, but the Stark children, the sisters in particular, are finally taking on board what Ned used to try tell them. That they were stronger together. That they could fight and hate each other all they wanted, but at the end of the day, they were family. They were siblings and that would never change.
Arya knocks on Sansa's door. The door that used to be their parent's room. She's still adjusting to that, not going to Sansa's old room to find her sister.]
Sansa?
[Because, yes, Sansa may be the Lady of Winterfell now. But she's still Sansa. Still her sister, who Arya remembers flicking dinner at from across the table and all.]
So it's hardly a surprise that sometimes information might come slowly, from comments here and there that help fill in the gaps, so to speak. It's a work in progress, really. Even if Arya thinks she gets the basics, some of which she heard even across the sea.
Really, it's taken a long time, but the Stark children, the sisters in particular, are finally taking on board what Ned used to try tell them. That they were stronger together. That they could fight and hate each other all they wanted, but at the end of the day, they were family. They were siblings and that would never change.
Arya knocks on Sansa's door. The door that used to be their parent's room. She's still adjusting to that, not going to Sansa's old room to find her sister.]
Sansa?
[Because, yes, Sansa may be the Lady of Winterfell now. But she's still Sansa. Still her sister, who Arya remembers flicking dinner at from across the table and all.]
[There's a thousand and one things demanding his attention when he returns to Winterfell. Some of the men are displeased that he's been gone for so long, and he understands it even if he isn't apologetic for it. Suddenly things need to be decided by him instead of the lady who had been running everything in his absence. A stupid notion that he dismisses after the third request put before him. He trusts Lady Sansa's judgement and until the time when they have the chance to speak properly, and for him to be filled in on everything that happened in his absence, then her judgement will continue to do. There is also finding accommodation for several thousand Dothraki and Unsullied soldiers that followed him and Danaerys to Winterfell. Not to mention her dragons and the queen herself.
For now, he has her wait in his chambers and they can sort it all out later. For something else needs to be seen to now and that is a long overdue reunion with his youngest sister. A servant points him in the direction of the godswood, and that's where he finds her. He spends several moments just staring at the back of her head in stunned silence. Her hair is different but it suits her so much better, he decides. She carries her shoulders differently. She's grown.
He thought her dead for so long. He can't imagine what she's been through.]
When you're done speaking, I think I deserve a hug.
For now, he has her wait in his chambers and they can sort it all out later. For something else needs to be seen to now and that is a long overdue reunion with his youngest sister. A servant points him in the direction of the godswood, and that's where he finds her. He spends several moments just staring at the back of her head in stunned silence. Her hair is different but it suits her so much better, he decides. She carries her shoulders differently. She's grown.
He thought her dead for so long. He can't imagine what she's been through.]
When you're done speaking, I think I deserve a hug.
[Of course, he's going to be busy. He's their leader and all now. Or, now he is back. She just hadn't immediately realized. Even if she knew he was on his way back. So she gives a bit of a start. Not having heard that voice in years but still recognizing it all the same. Jon. He's back. Finally!
Arya turns, almost tripping in her haste to get back to her feet and practically throw herself at him. She's grown since the last time she leaped at him to say goodbye, but nonetheless doesn't seem to bother taking that into account in the moment. The potential increased likelihood of her actually knocking him over. She doesn't care. Because all that really matters is seeing him again when she thought she never would. Sure, there were plans to go to the wall to him, but that hadn't panned out. She hasn't even yet paused to get a good look at him, the way he had. Her arms wrap around his neck and she buries her face at his shoulder.]
Jon! You're back!
Arya turns, almost tripping in her haste to get back to her feet and practically throw herself at him. She's grown since the last time she leaped at him to say goodbye, but nonetheless doesn't seem to bother taking that into account in the moment. The potential increased likelihood of her actually knocking him over. She doesn't care. Because all that really matters is seeing him again when she thought she never would. Sure, there were plans to go to the wall to him, but that hadn't panned out. She hasn't even yet paused to get a good look at him, the way he had. Her arms wrap around his neck and she buries her face at his shoulder.]
Jon! You're back!
[There was a time when Jon thought he was the only child of Ned Stark still alive. The relief he felt when he reunited with Sansa and took her into his arms-- it's nothing like the way his shoulders lighten when Arya throws herself at him. Where he and Sansa were never close as children, Arya was always his favorite. Even more so than Robb because there was never the constant reminder that Arya would have everything denied him just because of who her mother was. Because she'd be born on the right side of the marriage bed. He misses Robb, mourns his death, cherishes the memories he carries of him, but at the end of the day Robb was always his rival and the fun of childhood would never have come back if Robb had lived to become Lord of Winterfell.
Jon squeezes her tightly, and before he realizes it's happening-- laughs in her ear. The sound surprises even him. He can't remember the last time he's truly laughed.]
And you've gotten heavier.
[One more squeeze and then he sets her down on her feet.]
What happened to your hair?
Jon squeezes her tightly, and before he realizes it's happening-- laughs in her ear. The sound surprises even him. He can't remember the last time he's truly laughed.]
And you've gotten heavier.
[One more squeeze and then he sets her down on her feet.]
What happened to your hair?
Well. It's been a while. I....actually could have seen you sooner, but. Things didn't go according to plan in getting me to the Wall. I cut my hair to look like a boy, so the Lannisters wouldn't find me.
[It's started growing back again, sort of, but it's still not near that same length it was back when he last saw her, though nor is it quite as short as when she initially cut it either. Still, she squeezes him in the embrace and laughs with him, only loosening her hold once her feet touch the ground again, though she's still perhaps holding lightly to his shirt as she then, finally, pauses to look at him. Even he's gotten bigger, older. Though perhaps not nearly as obviously as herself or Sansa, being younger in comparison.]
[It's started growing back again, sort of, but it's still not near that same length it was back when he last saw her, though nor is it quite as short as when she initially cut it either. Still, she squeezes him in the embrace and laughs with him, only loosening her hold once her feet touch the ground again, though she's still perhaps holding lightly to his shirt as she then, finally, pauses to look at him. Even he's gotten bigger, older. Though perhaps not nearly as obviously as herself or Sansa, being younger in comparison.]
[Merlin's had a pretty decent time of it in uni so far. He's made a few friends, gotten good grades-- he really enjoys all his pre-med classes, which is a good sign he's studying the right thing.
Only problem is, all his friends paired up for room assignments or had gone to live off-campus, so he'd been left to the roommate-matching whims of the university, with no idea if fate would give him some complete arsehole to live with for at least the next semester, if not two.
He'd hoped to get to the room first so he could stake out the best side of the room, but fate, that fickle bitch, threw everything she possibly could at him to make move-in day as much of a hassle as possible for him.
He had car trouble, it took them ten minutes to find his dorm room key at registration, one of his packed bags had simply burst open, spilling clothes all over the sidewalk, on the way up to the dorm building, he'd wasted another ten minutes trying to find the bloody elevator...
It's been a rough sort of day. He no longer cares about getting the best side of the room, he just wants to shove all his things in the vague direction of where they're supposed to go and collapse onto his bed with his laptop until he's ready to properly pass out.
He shoulders open the door, sending a last prayer to whoever was listening that his dorm mate wouldn't be too much of a jerk.]
Hullo, hi! I'm Merlin. Yes, I know it's a weird name. Moving day's hell, yeah?
Only problem is, all his friends paired up for room assignments or had gone to live off-campus, so he'd been left to the roommate-matching whims of the university, with no idea if fate would give him some complete arsehole to live with for at least the next semester, if not two.
He'd hoped to get to the room first so he could stake out the best side of the room, but fate, that fickle bitch, threw everything she possibly could at him to make move-in day as much of a hassle as possible for him.
He had car trouble, it took them ten minutes to find his dorm room key at registration, one of his packed bags had simply burst open, spilling clothes all over the sidewalk, on the way up to the dorm building, he'd wasted another ten minutes trying to find the bloody elevator...
It's been a rough sort of day. He no longer cares about getting the best side of the room, he just wants to shove all his things in the vague direction of where they're supposed to go and collapse onto his bed with his laptop until he's ready to properly pass out.
He shoulders open the door, sending a last prayer to whoever was listening that his dorm mate wouldn't be too much of a jerk.]
Hullo, hi! I'm Merlin. Yes, I know it's a weird name. Moving day's hell, yeah?
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