#its-baelfire

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meme - accepting! @twenty-six-letters​

Emma huddled in the corner of her new apartment. Her head throbbed and so did her ribs. Tallahassee was a rough town, it seemed. It was rougher than Portland. At least it felt that way to her.  She felt stupid for coming here. Neal would never have come to Tallahassee. He was a wanted man. This was a pipe dream. This pipe dream, it seemed, had led to a burglary. Granted, Emma didn’t have anything much to steal. The robbers took a ham and the last twenty dollars ot her name. 

@twenty-six-letters

Color AU: where everything is black and white until you meet your soul mate. when your soul mate dies, the world goes back to black and white

Emma’s mother talked about color. The glorious yellows and blues and pinks of the world. She described the flowers and the birds and the trees. She described fireworks. Emma could not wait to see the world the way her mother saw it. Fireworks were white on black background and so were the stars in the night sky. Her dresses were in hues of black and white. It was all dull. 

As a young girl she had worn what her mother wanted her too, but once she entered her teen years she chose to stick to white dresses in the spring and summer and black dresses for autumn and winter. At least she knew what color those were. She chose to ride a white horse and to read. If she embroidered she chose either white on black or black on white. 

It was easier. Using the colors she saw meant she wasn’t distracted or disappointed. She grew to love those colors. She grew accustomed to seeing everything black and white. 

“Neal! It’s snowing cats and dogs,” Emma called as she entered the apartment she and Neal were renting in the middle of house hunting. She didn’t mind looking for homes, especially with Neal at her side. However, she hoped they would find a place sooner rather than later. This place was getting cramped with Emma’s parents, Henry, Neal, baby Arthur (her brother), and herself. It felt like they were crawling all over one another.

 Her arms were full of presents. Her arms were also draped with bags full of presents. But she was done.  It felt good. Now it was time for working on decorating, cookies, and cards. She did not even have to wrap the gifts. The store did that for her. This was going to be an awesome Christmas – the best yet.

 Hearing an unusual noise (at least for this house), she sat on the presents on the ground. She closed the door and made her way to the living room where she found Neal sitting on the floor, weaving something in a light yellow color. “Hey, Neal. Decided to take up a new hobby?” she asked with a little smirk on her face. “Or is it true what they say, kids slowly turn into their parents?”

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“I love you too,” Emma hiccoughed. She sniffed and wiped stubborn tears off her cheeks. Emotions and exhaustion were causing vulnerability to flare its ugly head. Fight or flight had been life for the last two weeks. Hopefully with shower, sleep, and food will calm it down. “But you shouldn’t have to accept how I acted. It was selfish and irresponsible. And I’m so, so sorry.” She couldn’t promise that she wouldn’t shut him out, but she’d try her hardest not to. Emma nodded though as she headed to the bathroom.

 She leaned against the door frame. A sigh fluffed out. She wasn’t ready to see her family. They didn’t need to see her like this. They didn’t need to see the newest addition of the family in his fragile state. “I thought we’d be back in Storybrooke by now. I tried to use magic on him, Neal. I tried to heal him. It didn’t work,” she admitted. “I feel like I’ve failed him. I couldn’t protect him like I should have. I couldn’t heal him when I should have. I haven’t told him I love him. I’m too scared to. I don’t want to get close. I don’t even know what to name him. I wanted you to name him, anyway….”

[text]: Bae, look at who you sent this to. 

Voldemort: If you were to create a Horcrux(s), what would it be and why?Scarlett: Wait, is that those things that the wizards and witches put their souls into?Me: Yes...Scarlett: It can be anything, right? Me: i believe so, why?Scarlett: Then I would make it look like Killian’s hook and switch them because I wouldn’t trust anyone else with a piece of my soul.Me: You’re too freaking cute...as for me...I think it would be a piece a jewelry. Maybe a ring. Something I can have with me at all times.