I Swear It Must Be Heavens Light... (hiatus)

                    Shelia was not in the mood for this.

I think teachers should care for the students health issues and if they have motivation for such a thing.”

“Don’t tell me you’ve started believing in this ‘Magic Curse’ stuff too? You’re starting to sound like Henry.” Emma asked the other with a skeptical laugh. Sure since arriving to Storybrooke, things felt a little off, but Emma had the feeling it was something more political than magical. 

Of course, it’s very unlikely that whatever Henry is saying to be true and probably just his imagination, but she can hope. “I just... don’t you think it is just a little strange that I don’t remember when or how I met the people here?”

❝what is the big deal about family? i mean, i get being bonded with someone but…are you really closer with people who are your blood?❞ not that peter pan had ever experienced that; the half fairy was an orphan.

“You aren’t gonna be close with everyone you are blood with. I’m not. And that’s... well it’s perfectly normal. I was close with my parents but I’m not so close with my auntie.” She’s has had quite the issues with the woman. Doesn’t mean she cares little for her.

“No. I know what people think of me,” Regina replied, feeling the tears running down her cheeks, “I know the things I’ve done. I just thought I had made some progress…I guess not.”

“Regina, that is not what I think of you.” She explains, tears threatening to leave her eyes. “I have met people that could be considered just as bad or maybe even worse. I want to be your friend.”

“not everyone is so forgiving, dear. it’s a harsh lesson i’m sure you will one day learn for yourself.”

“It’s just... I was raised to be kind, even to people like you. If anything... people like you deserve kindness the most in mine and my parents eyes.”

With a glow of light from his fingertips he moved his hand over her wound. Not touching, around an inch away, her body healing in it’s wake. “You might be a little sore for a few days but you won’t have any other issues,” he assured her, pleased that he had at least been granted the opportunity to heal her as he wished.

“So you caught me. What ya gonna do with lil’ ole me?”

“How did you manage to get even more frustrating as a demon? But I’m here to talk, not force you to come with me, or kill you. No reason to kill you, not yet at least, Deanna Winchester.”

“I doubt it.”

“Why? What’s going on with the angels??”

“Come away with me or the streets will run red with blood.”

“Why are you doing this?” She cannot stop herself from asking.

     Wanda had ignored them for as long as she dared. She’d thought they would go away if she didn’t even acknowledge their presence. But they were apparently persistent. “What?” She asked finally as she turned her head to look at them taking a deep breath. “I am fine stop looking at me like that.” She said with a slight shake of her head.

Alice wasn’t going away anytime soon. No matter how long Wanda was gonna ignore her. She isn’t gonna give in and it seems to have worked in her favor. She hears Wanda finally speak to her and she has a concern look upon her face looking at Wanda. The woman says she is fine but usually people who say they’re fine are not in fact fine. “Well I know that’s bullshit, because people who say they’re fine, never really are.”

“Thank you for your assistance…I don’t believe you gave me your name.”

“You’re welcome, I guess. I’ll give you my name, if you give me yours first.” She simply knows better then to just blindly give someone her name.

“Loki Laufeydottir. Goddess of mischief, princess of Asgard.” She replies before waiting for a response.

“Thank you for your assistance…I don’t believe you gave me your name.”

“You’re welcome, I guess. I’ll give you my name, if you give me yours first.” She simply knows better then to just blindly give someone her name.

“What did you do?”

“Castiel you have to let me explain, I didn’t mean for that to happen.”

“Take a good look at the things you’ve done… Which one of us is really the monster?”

She laughs to herself, it’s a bitter laugh. “Bold of you to assume I’m gonna buy into this little guilt trip you’re pulling. I know enough about my lore to know demons aren’t entirely trustworthy. Hunting partners turned demon included, Dean Winchester.”