#rightofmidnight

"Liam, this... clicking contraption that they claim changes channels isn't working again." *hit it against table :|*

What the hell had just happened? Emma watched Cora disappear, her heart still beating madly in her rib-cage, and asked a similar question to Mary Margaret , her thoughts running in all directions. Love was strength. And so was trust. You would have done the same. Actually, no.

She had been no different from Neal, even if, of course, the situation couldn’t be compared, she and Hook hadn’t been in a relationship, she hadn’t promised him love and a home, they barely knew each other. And yet. Yet, the look of betrayal in his eyes, and the anger later, the handcuff on his wrist first… it hit too close to home, and she stopped Mary Margaret when she tried to get her to go to the portal, “No… Hook…” “What? What about him?” “We have to bring him with us.” “What?” Emma didn’t wait to explain there, there wasn’t enough time, and rushed in his direction, the pirate still unconscious from the blow to his head, “We can’t leave him here.” “But… Emma, you left him behind before. You said it was for the best.” “Yes, I said that, but… Look, there is no time to discuss, we just have to bring him with us. Trust me. He… I shouldn’t have left him on top of the beanstalk in the first place.” She didn’t like the look on her face one bit, even if she couldn’t tell what she was thinking; Mary Margaret was studying her and she wasn’t sure of what she’d read.   Kneeling down next to him, she gave the pirate a critical look, “How do we carry him through the portal and keep a hold of the compass?” she asked, looking for suggestions as she tried to decide where to put her hands and settled for one on his shoulder.

Good thing we have RP to make up for what the show doesn’t give. *hug*

It honestly makes me cry a little every time since Milah has made her way into my top five female characters of the show and I just

I’m looking forward to his reaction and Henry’s and Snows more than anything ever, tbh. Belle too if she wasn’t boxed and asleep. :(

I’ll be your Fairy Godmother any day, old friend. ;)

It was nearing the end of lunchtime, and Eva had long since finished her sandwich and drink. She still stayed at the table beside the gated enclosure, though, the sun having finally made its way through the buildings. It was warm and comfortable, and she felt more happy sitting there than joining the others on the blacktop.

Her legs swung rhythmically as she flipped through the book her teacher had given her, but some warning crept her spine as the table creaked under a new weight.

Eva scooted down the bench, further away from the dark-haired man that had chosen the seat next to her. She wasn’t supposed to, but she had seen him that morning. He was the one that mama had slammed the door on. He hadn’t addressed her yet, but his bright blue gaze was steady on her and she could practically feel his hesitation, and the panic that was bubbling just underneath. 

His proposal had been so beautiful, she could barely keep from tearing up when she thought of it. She knew that the others didn’t understand, but if they saw the side of him she did, she knew they would see the man he really was, and how lucky she was.

The bell rang and she looked up, a little surprised, and uneasy, to see Hook there. They had come to something of an accord when working together the other week, but she still couldn't say she was completely comfortable around him, it would probably be a while before she could fully trust his change of heart, and she wished Rumple was here, she would feel safer if he was.

“Good morning Hook. What brings you here today?” She assumed there was some crisis or other that they need help with, though if it was Rumple they needed, he was not going to be back for a while.