#brokenspindle

"It’s alright…" It wasn’t, but Aurora made do. It was simply moments like these where she finally got to have her time with Emma that made every other worth while. "Can we make a bit more time…for just you and me?" she asked quietly. 

*cant hover because mobile* *WHINES* also congrats on the followers :3

"One of my top three Auroras, someone I miss writing with"

There was a strange feeling in the air. As if something was happening — something terrible, something none of those monarchs could prevent. The council (every single sovereign across the lands) had been gathered the whole day trying to decide how to avoid the curse that was bound to come, yet no solution had been reached yet. And somehow, Anya felt like it was never going to be found. She needed some air — that castle was beautiful, sure, but it could be smothering.  Halfway through the afternoon, she excused herself and left her place, steps quickly leading her to the garden (covered in more snow than it was needed to make sure everybody knew it was Snow White's castle), where she finally filled her lungs with pure, fresh air. And she would've stayed her for a long, long while, if she didn't suddenly feel so...observed? Turning her head, her eyes met those of a princess (or maybe a Queen?), one she knew, surely, but Anya had never been the best monarch around and remembering names, dynasties and lineage was getting harder and harder. "I wasn't planning on defecting", she joked. "I swear".

➏ a “morning after” letter

Dear Aurora,

I felt it would be appropriate if I gave you space for now after what happened last night. If you would prefer that I stop showing my face around, feel free to not contact me further. I'll take that as answer enough. Otherwise, you know my cell number.

  To say that what he'd just witnessed was the worst possible thing he could imagine would be downplaying the truth of it all. August wished above all else that he could erase the images of violence from his mind forever. The amount of blood, the screaming, the horrific squawks of delight from the flying monkey... it was all too much. Even as Emma, Charming, and Robin led him quickly away from the woods, August couldn't stop shaking. Of all the things he'd been through, violence of such a nature was one thing he'd been happily able to avoid. Until now. The prince had been torn apart, to unrecognizable pieces before his eyes.

*agressivly cuddles* nothing is more hardcore than wooden cuddles...

thewinterhearted replied to your post “I need cuddles. A lot of cuddles. Extreme cuddles. Hardcore cuddles.”

((*tackleglomp*))

brokenspindle replied to your post “I need cuddles. A lot of cuddles. Extreme cuddles. Hardcore cuddles.”

*CUDDLES AGGRESSIVELY*