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      as she sat on the edge of the wharf, her feet dangling over the edge, evie can’t help but sigh. when she had first come to town in search of her mother, she was worried. worried that she wouldn’t be good enough, worried that she wasn’t right..she was just worried. she didn’t even fit in, in this stupid town, sometimes she wondered what it would be like if she was still back in the orphanage, but the other half of her was glad she was there..it at least meant she was somewhat safe. hearing footsteps approach, evie cleared her throat before speaking “I’m really not in the best of moods at the moment, so, whoever you are..it’d really appreciate it if you left me alone to be by myself please.”

      “      are you sure i can’t tempt you into working here      ?       “     uma’s so tired of working at her mothers fish and chips     !     more so because she’s treated like a lackey whilst her mother just sits in the back doing absolutely nothing because she’s beyond lazy.      it’s not like she’s asking emma to take over her position,     to be the lackey      ------      she’s merely asking for some company,      a bit of assistance.     plus emma seems fun to be around,     she could definitely teach uma a thing or two.       “     honestly if my company isn’t enough to persuade you,     i don’t know what is.      “

               “   EMMA ,  IT’S  REALLY  NOT  THAT  BAD  . . .   ”     YET  IS  HE  PULLING  AWAY   ?     one  sleeve  rolled  as  far  up  his  arm  as  it’ll  go  ——  torn ,  grazed  skin  the  subject  of  emma’s  careful  attention.  injury  result  of  a  particularly  VICIOUS  scuffle  with  a  hedge  full  of  brambles     (   diving  in  to  rescue  a  cat   //   whose  grateful  claw  marks  can  be  seen  mixed  among  the  others  in  his  arm   ).     playful  eyes  glance  up ,  a  smile  twitching.     “   you  know ,  if  you  want  an  excuse  to  get  TOUCHY ,  you  only  have  to  ask.   ”

“Em-ma.” Her voice was strained, brittle, clearly both distressed and angry as she pulled the self-appointed leader aside. “Tell your foolish parents that we are not setting up camp already! We need to find Henry and we won’t do that by lazing around!”

“ --- the saviour. is that what they call you? ”  her words pierce, as if a mockery to the title bestowed upon the blonde. a woman who could barely comprehend the magical capacity she holds -- how ridiculous, how incredulous all of this is to her. of course, she should not be mocking emma -- for her body is encased behind bars, her WRIST bound by a brace, && her pendant stolen from her.  // @exjailbird | ZELENA STARTER CALL.

                                       " i’m sorry mom , ” hope sighed softly , she assumed that her grandmother would have called her mom , told her about her outburst during lunch break at school . she wanted to be strong , like her mother and father . smart and important like her brother , but hope , she was just neurotic . a freak . that was what everyone called her anyway , she had flicked her grandmother’s chalk across the room , shattering it and causing a puff of smoke , to which hope freaked out and teleported herself back home in a puff of orange smoke . “ i’m trying to work on controlling it , i’m just not like you or dad , i’m no real pirate , i’m no second savior . i’m just , me . and no one seems to like me . ” she sat on the couch , hands clasped and her head down , terrified of what her mom might say .