#chooseboth

Kiss or Touch

Why not both?

to say that the last few weeks had been an emotional roller coaster would be putting it lightly, mary margaret had not only been exposed by the town, isolated and shamed for an affair she had with a married man. she deserved that part at least, she knew that she was in the wrong and that she shouldn’t have entered the relationship in the first place. but this, new situation she was currently in, was taking the absolute cake. she was being framed for being a murderer, to have killed another human being. 

she was a self deprecating person, but she never in her wildest imaginations could have ever thought that she nor anyone else deserved this. she turned away from the bars, and looked at the bunk that she had been sleeping on. sitting down trying not to get lost in the thoughts that were crowding her head, while mindlessly turning the ring that was placed on her finger. emma was out on sheriff business and she was all alone. it was the perfect time to crumble, to break down but truthfully she couldn’t, the whole situation was too unnerving and mind numbing. 

Munday Meme Extraordinaire | Accepting

☕ - Do you prefer coffee or tea? Perhaps neither, or both?

Neither.

Yes, yes, I know. I’m an Englishman who… doesn’t like tea?????? I should be shunned.

It was oddly peaceful on nights like this - odd, she thought, because she knew that Ruby had spent the night in a whole other form, literally running half-wild. But when she came to Belle’s apartment afterward, to regain her strength, to rest, or maybe just to calm back down - Belle was never really sure why she came; she was still working up the courage to ask - the air between them felt so peaceful. Or maybe that was just Belle herself who felt calm in the other woman’s presence, especially during moments like this, when they were lying together in Belle’s bed. It felt good, and calm, and right, and Belle wished with all her might that they could stay like this forever... if only she could work up the courage to say something about her feelings. 

Only... maybe she could say it in such a way that it didn’t have to mean what she wanted it to if Ruby didn’t react the right way...

She drew up her courage, feeling for Ruby’s hand and lacing their fingers together as she muttered into the stillness, “You know I love you, don’t you?”

Being back in Boston was something Emma hadn’t imagined would happen any time soon. Since being brought to Storybrooke by Henry, she’d adopted the small little town as her home. For the first time since she could remember, she had decided to stay in one place for longer than just completing a job, and it had all been because of a little boy who had worked his way into her heart. Her son had found her, and when she’d finally allowed herself to let her walls down around the kid, Emma had found a reason to stay. And after a lifetime of running, it had felt nice.

Things had been easy for a bit, but just as it seemed to always be her life, it never stayed that way. Though she hadn’t believed him at first, Henry had been right all along, about everything. The curse that had brought Storybrooke into existence, Regina truly being the Evil Queen from the fairytales, and even about Emma being the daughter of Snow White. The curse had broken when she’d finally allowed herself to believe in him, that everything he’d said held at least some bit of truth, if only because he believed it. And just like that, everything changed; the other shoe dropped, and suddenly she had a whole new set of problems. It was overwhelming, to say the least, though after finally finding the family she had wished for for so long long, Emma could hardly bring herself to complain. She saw how everyone in the town reacted to the curse being broken, too, how happy everyone seemed to be. At least, she had thought they were.

Her parents had been thrilled to receive their memories back, and be reunited with their friends. Emma had thought everyone else had been too, even if they were now stuck in Storybrooke without the ability to cross the line without losing all their memories. She had thought they all been happy to have their memories, but somehow in the chaos of all the sudden new burdens that came with being the savior and finding how she fit into these new lives of everyone in town, she had completely missed the fact that not everyone was as happy as the rest seemed.

Truthfully, it hadn’t even crossed Emma’s mind that anyone would be overwhelmed by suddenly having two lives, from everything that Henry had told her, she would have thought they’d all be happy to be able to remember their lives before coming to the modern world. But when she realized Ruby had left town without much more than a note to her grandmother and Snow, she realized her mistake. Though it wasn’t the same, Emma knew what it was like to find out that there were two lives you had to suddenly lead, and just how overwhelming it could be. And that was just with her own memories in her mind, nothing from a previous lifetime in a land far away. She couldn’t blame Ruby for wanting to forget, but she also couldn’t help but feel responsible. Whether it was because she was the savior, or simply because she had come to care for everyone in town, Emma couldn’t say. But whatever it was, it had led her to drive her bug over the town line, her breath held tight in her chest as she felt the magic ripple around her before she was off towards Boston. The road was familiar, and in more than a few ways, it felt like driving home.

It hadn’t taken long to find Ruby, the other woman somehow managing to stand out in a crowd as only someone who had never been to a big city could. Finding her had been the easy part. Now Emma had to figure out how to get her back to Storybrooke without any of her memories. If it turned out the wolf even wanted to come back. Now that she was just Ruby, not Little Red Riding Hood anymore, she wasn’t actually sure what would happen.

Still, she promised herself she’d keep an eye out for her, just in case. For either however long it took to figure out how to get back to Storybrooke, or at least until Ruby settled into Boston, if that’s what she chose.

Taking advantage of the fact that she had gotten to know this city like the back of her hand during her time living here, Emma had suggested meeting Ruby for drinks at one of the few bars that had become one of her favorites during her time there, one that was conveniently located right around the corner from her old apartment building. She arrived before Ruby, and ordered a beer for herself, green eyes scanning the crowd until she spotted the familiar mass of dark hair, the red streak making it so Emma could pick her out almost immediately. Waving the woman over, she pushed the open bar stool next to her out, inviting the woman to join her. She waited until she had ordered her own drink, nursing a couple sips of her own before turning so she could glance at Ruby out of her corner of her eye. So far, it seemed Boston agreed with her, if the wide eyes and excitement on her face was anything to go by.

         it had been a whirlwind since she’d woken up in the good place. she’d been greeted by some strange silver fox who told her where she was and that she was one of the best people on earth. (there had definitely been a mix up.) and look, she wasn’t like the worst person on earth. she wasn’t ted bundy — she was a medium person. and maybe if she played her cards right, she could stay here, but then her supposed soulmate came through the door and she nearly forgot her own name. 

       ‘eleanor, this is your soulmate, ruby.’

       “uh, bring it in, man.”