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Jan. 14th, 2015 02:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
made_not_bornRegina gives Henry his time to cool off. And then a good extra hour on top of that. But it's now been three hours, and she wants him to come help with dinner, so it's time for him to stop sulking and participate.
Except that Henry is not in his room.
This is not immediately terrifying. It takes Regina another hour of searching before she's panicking. Not at Granny's Diner, not at the docks or hanging out on his favorite jungle gym. Not even at Snow's (and wasn't that a fun conversation. Regina has to call, to check, she doesn't want to see that woman's face when she has to admit she can't find her son.)
Finally, there's only one option left.
Emma took him.
Regina returns to the house in a flurry of nerves, anger and misery. Henry is her son, Emma gave him up! She had no right.
Except that Henry is not in his room.
This is not immediately terrifying. It takes Regina another hour of searching before she's panicking. Not at Granny's Diner, not at the docks or hanging out on his favorite jungle gym. Not even at Snow's (and wasn't that a fun conversation. Regina has to call, to check, she doesn't want to see that woman's face when she has to admit she can't find her son.)
Finally, there's only one option left.
Emma took him.
Regina returns to the house in a flurry of nerves, anger and misery. Henry is her son, Emma gave him up! She had no right.
new york apartment
Sep. 24th, 2014 10:50 pmdone_readingHenry is not upset, precisely. Henry is determined. His mom and some mystery lady have found Baelfire- that's the Dark One's son! He's been lost for centuries!- and Henry isn't going to just... stay home and wait for them. He wants to go, to see what happens, to be in the story instead of reading it.
And spend time with his mom, of course. Moms who aren't evil queens are definitely the best.
He knows Emma, by now; she'll throw a few things into a bag, toss it into the back seat, and take off in her bug. She won't check the trunk, because it's still full of random odds 'n ends, blankets, and all sorts of other junk.
And so, if Emma should attempt to depart- she will be doing so plus one stowaway, happily nested under the blankets in the back.
And spend time with his mom, of course. Moms who aren't evil queens are definitely the best.
He knows Emma, by now; she'll throw a few things into a bag, toss it into the back seat, and take off in her bug. She won't check the trunk, because it's still full of random odds 'n ends, blankets, and all sorts of other junk.
And so, if Emma should attempt to depart- she will be doing so plus one stowaway, happily nested under the blankets in the back.
mr. gold pawnbroker & antiquities dealer
Sep. 19th, 2014 08:11 pmsticktomybooksBelle is dusting the shop. Rumple has such a lovely collection but he only occasionally remembers to clean it. Having started, she can see why he avoids the task- there's all sorts of small, delicate pieces that accumulate just horrific amounts of dust- but she refuses to let that stop her. The shop is entirely too dusty, and she is going to fix it.
It's something to do, at least. She doesn't need to be in the library for another hour or so, and Rumple's gone off somewhere again. She suspects he's getting her a present again. She keeps telling him he doesn't need to buy her things, she loves him just the same, but the fact that he thinks to buy her gifts makes her so happy she hasn't really made him stop.
She's free, she's found Rumple, he loves her, she loves him. Life is good. And right now, at this second- this shop is going to be spotless.
She moves onto the next piece, humming to herself in contentment.
It's something to do, at least. She doesn't need to be in the library for another hour or so, and Rumple's gone off somewhere again. She suspects he's getting her a present again. She keeps telling him he doesn't need to buy her things, she loves him just the same, but the fact that he thinks to buy her gifts makes her so happy she hasn't really made him stop.
She's free, she's found Rumple, he loves her, she loves him. Life is good. And right now, at this second- this shop is going to be spotless.
She moves onto the next piece, humming to herself in contentment.
floating candles
Sep. 15th, 2014 12:22 amcry_me_aAllila loves everything about the holidays- really, with two weeks of free time and parties, what's not to like? But her absolute favorite thing is weddings. Her town's not large, really just a small cluster of houses down by the river, but the girl down the road is getting married and absolutely everybody comes to the party. Quarrels are ignored, grudges set aside; this is a full town affair. There's even people from a couple nearby villages; Allila doesn't recognize everybody. New people, food, drinks, and fun! Today is a very good day.
The party does not seem likely to let up for at least a couple days, so it's not near the end, but it's been in full swing for quite a while when Allila ducks outside and heads for the water. She doesn't bother with the path through the woods- she can hear at least one couple there, and she has no desire to interrupt them- and just picks her way through the field instead.
There's a nice, large and reasonably flat rock on the riverbank that she's rather adopted as her own. She likes it here; it's quiet, except for the river which she likes listening to, and it's pretty. On clear enough days she can even see a little bit of the waterfall up the river by the estate- it's hardly close, but it's high enough to be seen from quite a ways off. But today, her attention is on the candles drifting down the river. They're twinkling prettily in the twilight.
"Weddings are the best," she sighs happily to herself, and curls up on her rock. Candle watching time it is!
The party does not seem likely to let up for at least a couple days, so it's not near the end, but it's been in full swing for quite a while when Allila ducks outside and heads for the water. She doesn't bother with the path through the woods- she can hear at least one couple there, and she has no desire to interrupt them- and just picks her way through the field instead.
There's a nice, large and reasonably flat rock on the riverbank that she's rather adopted as her own. She likes it here; it's quiet, except for the river which she likes listening to, and it's pretty. On clear enough days she can even see a little bit of the waterfall up the river by the estate- it's hardly close, but it's high enough to be seen from quite a ways off. But today, her attention is on the candles drifting down the river. They're twinkling prettily in the twilight.
"Weddings are the best," she sighs happily to herself, and curls up on her rock. Candle watching time it is!
parties for days
Aug. 29th, 2014 11:04 pmfollow_the_leaderHolidays are supposed to be fun. Ema is pretty sure that this is true, at least. Her parents certainly seem excited every year. Normally, she doesn't mind it much. She's not that into parties necessarily, but some of it can be fun. The food and drinks are usually good, and the music, and the outfits. She does love watching the outfits. Some are wonderful, some are interesting, and there's always at least a couple that are just hilariously awful. She's still young enough that she's been able to get away with being shy; there's enough of a 'children should be seen and not heard' mentality that this is still considered Acceptable.
Or it was, anyway.
This year, they're going to a different set of parties, and The Twins are here.
Ema has literally never seen her parents this excited. They usually have opinions, of course, she wouldn't want to embarass them by showing up to an event in an inappropriate outfit or something like that. But this time they are so... into it. Ema doesn't get it. They fuss and hover and change their minds about what she should wear and send her to get her hair done and change their minds again and buy her three different pairs of shoes because they can't decide which she should wear, and...
Ema wants to scream at them. She has to try very hard not to be bitter at the twins. It's not their fault her parents think they're the Most Special People in the Universe. But Ema is feeling both overwhelmed by the attention and, somehow, oddly ignored at the same time. Don't her parents think she'll look nice without all this fussing? Or that she'll know how to be friendly and polite without all of their rules and speeches and injunctions about how to treat the twins? She knows this stuff! She's been a good daughter, she learned it all.
For better or worse, this all goes on for a good while before the weeks of parties actually arrive. Worse, because Ema is now thoroughly (if quietly) fed up with her parents. Better, because she's had enough time to process that it's really not the twins' fault, and she thinks she can manage to not feel like she's forcing friendliness if she meets them.
But really, she just wants this all to be over. By the time the Grand Event arrives she's already been going to parties for a week, smiling and making small talk and behaving just as her parents want her to. She arrives at the party, pastes a smile on her face, and starts to 'aimlessly' wander the edge of the party. She's just looking for a good vantage point, really. See-and-be-seen is best done from the sidelines, in her opinion. There must be a reasonable corner somewhere.
Or it was, anyway.
This year, they're going to a different set of parties, and The Twins are here.
Ema has literally never seen her parents this excited. They usually have opinions, of course, she wouldn't want to embarass them by showing up to an event in an inappropriate outfit or something like that. But this time they are so... into it. Ema doesn't get it. They fuss and hover and change their minds about what she should wear and send her to get her hair done and change their minds again and buy her three different pairs of shoes because they can't decide which she should wear, and...
Ema wants to scream at them. She has to try very hard not to be bitter at the twins. It's not their fault her parents think they're the Most Special People in the Universe. But Ema is feeling both overwhelmed by the attention and, somehow, oddly ignored at the same time. Don't her parents think she'll look nice without all this fussing? Or that she'll know how to be friendly and polite without all of their rules and speeches and injunctions about how to treat the twins? She knows this stuff! She's been a good daughter, she learned it all.
For better or worse, this all goes on for a good while before the weeks of parties actually arrive. Worse, because Ema is now thoroughly (if quietly) fed up with her parents. Better, because she's had enough time to process that it's really not the twins' fault, and she thinks she can manage to not feel like she's forcing friendliness if she meets them.
But really, she just wants this all to be over. By the time the Grand Event arrives she's already been going to parties for a week, smiling and making small talk and behaving just as her parents want her to. She arrives at the party, pastes a smile on her face, and starts to 'aimlessly' wander the edge of the party. She's just looking for a good vantage point, really. See-and-be-seen is best done from the sidelines, in her opinion. There must be a reasonable corner somewhere.
