A Crown of Thorns

This is where you can find Anastasia now. As much as I love having her on her own blog it’s become frustrating to come over here and either have no muse for her or just have nothing going on. I know I don’t promo a lot, but the last few times I did nothing came of it and I’d rather not lose the muse completely as she was my second but more dominate canon muse I ever made a blog for. I will keep this blog up though in case I decide to give her her own space back. 

If you’d like to follow me here that’s great. If not that’s totally fine too. The choice is ultimately up to you. Currently it’s still a mess of a blog, but I’m working on cleaning it up, finishing up bios, finishing up the navigation and all of that. Yes, it probably looks like a cluster with the number of muses I do have, but in my defense? Not all of them are actually active, they’re just there if I want ‘em. ( Is that a good defense? IDK this is what a multi is for right? ) 

“I think you could. You’re a strong woman.” One of the toughest girls other than his sister he had met. His half smile returned pulling at the right side of his face when looking at Ana. “Your mum. Don’t know me all that well. If and when she get’s over her tantrum she is gonna learn I am a good guy and I love you That I want you to be whatever you wanna be in life and a mama.” Cerberus would be damned if he held Ana back from anything she wanted to to or become. “I’m just happy my sister actually likes you. You’re the first girl I brought home she approves of.” 

Will hated that seeing Ana stirred something in him. Not any kind of emotion, of course, what with his heart still back in Storybrooke, but memories. Even without his ability to feel, there was still something aching over the past the two of them shared. But what did the Queen of Mean care? The conversation had to be a set up for something, but he can’t care a thought about it.

“ Sure you don’ know the meaning of the word. ” He wasn’t holding back with the snide comments and insults. Will couldn’t exactly feel guilty about the exchange. “ Why’re you so bloody persistent with this? ” he shot back. “ None ‘a this concerns you. I’ll be on my merry way in no time. ”

It was easy to play a part, but harder around him when the only thing she wanted back was him.  But she wouldn’t dare let anyone know that - not even him. After all what good would an apology really do and what purpose would it serve? She knew even if she managed to get out the words it’d change nothing and that’s what she wanted. To change everything -- Give or take. There was still the matter of one little thing that made all of this so much harder in deciding what to do. But no one, not even Will would know. 

Ana.

My love. Lin said you been learning more cookin’ so I figure why not get you something good to cook with. I have your very own cooking pots and pans and a very expensive knife set for meats. As a fan of food and cooking I got you the best cookwear. I also know that you been taking to archery as of late and so I saw your bow and arm guards. You know I like wood work so I carved a new bow and some arrows for yourself. There are two bow sets and arrows, one for casual on the ground firing and the second horse back. I hope you like the new saddle for archery and the quiver you can hold your bows and arrows inside as well as your armbands. The chair is a rocking chair that is far more comfortable than the one we currently have. Now you can fall asleep in that one and it’s not going to hurt your back when you get up.

Merry Christmas darlin’,

For my dear sweet Adaline,

You might not understand papa all that much yet, but you have some toys to play with and a brand new blanket to roll around on. You even get a papa wolf stuffed animal with a red cap on his head. And that is okay because Aunt Lin is there too with a owl teether because we all know how much them lil’ teeth hurt you. And look baby girl you get to have all kinds of clothin’ to roll around and take pictures with mama in. And at last your very first library. Papa’s favorite book Goodnight Moon is going to be read so much the book pages may become warn. Papa loves you so much. 

Merry Christmas my sweet Adaline,

You are a collection of my favorite things      An old soul      A gold heart      And hands that make my body sing. 

                 - Nikita Gill

When I give the gift away by asking for your screen resolution and asking who you’d like to be able to stare at, you get your own custom Ana and Cer background! Iiii think I made this one for your laptop! I think... ANYWAY you can download the full size here [ x ] 

Thank you for being such a great friend and inspiration to me for all these years I’ve known you. Thank you for giving Ana a ship with so many different verses that I get to explore the various sides of her. And thank you for making me realize that deep down she’d adore country music. And above all Merry Christmas, hun. You deserve it!

In case you didn't know Baby I'm crazy bout you And I would be lying if I said That I could live this life without you Even though I don't tell you all the time You had my heart a long long time ago In case you didn't know  [ x ] 

Hey, all you had to do was stay Had me in the palm of your hand Then, why'd you had to go and lock me out when I let you in Hey, now you say you want it Back now that it's just too late Well, it could've been easy All you had to do was stay

Cora’s smile fell away slightly. It was actually quite an excellent question- for two women native to the Enchanted Forest, Wonderland was a strange and slightly unsettling place. They had both adapted quickly to the oddities and managed to make something of themselves. But how did one raise a child in a place like this?

“I suppose…that’s something you’ll have to discover along the way,” Cora mused, actually considering it. This child was to be the heir to Anastasia’s throne- and Cora’s, if her plannings worked out the way she hoped. Should she ever have the opportunity to return the Enchanted Forest, the idea was to leave her kingdom in Anastasia’s hands. 

“You’ll have to teach your child to rule, of course, as I’ve tried to teach you. And I guess a certain tolerance of chaos will be needed,” Cora waved her hand vaguely towards the window. All appeared calm at the moment, but it never lasted long. 

“But I’m sure the principles of parenting are the same anywhere.” Cora said. “Discipline, structure…doing what’s best for them. These things are universal. And you won’t be alone.”

“ I’m sure it’ll be an experience of a lifetime.” She wouldn’t know where to start other than making a mental list of all the things her child should stay clear away from. The blasted cat was first on that list and perhaps always would be. Ana only had a small idea of what kind of responsibility rested on her shoulders but so far she had done well enough. It was just a matter of adding in another person, a small helpless life into the equation. 

“ I will teach them everything you’ve taught me, though I’m not sure at what age I’d dare trust him - or her - with magic. “ Ana joked wondering if it was something that they would need to be taught or they could fair well without it. But in the wonders it had done for Anastasia and her confidence it would be something to keep in her back pocket for a time. After all the child was not yet born and there would be years upon years before she would even need to consider it. 

He could almost hear the old Anastasia - his Anastasia -, and that made everything that much more awful, the sense of betrayal that much stronger when she reverted to that infuriating tyrannical attitude. “She’s not me girlfriend. I’m clearly not attracted to nice, normal women,” he retorted, bitter.

“It’s just may parents and my Uncle. The rest of the brood is back in Italy.” Best they stay there right now, his cousins of course would know sooner than later. Just in a couple of weeks from now. “I would rather they are a lil’ baby. Not long and lengthy and a big baby like me.” God that would be the last thing he wished for, his own child to come out as a big baby. His hands moved to cup her arms in his own. “Mama is gonna love you. Ya know Uncle Aaron loves you. And my father’s say don’t matter.”