#sturmfrci

Leaves crunching as he padded through the woods, Henry stuffed his hands into his pockets, protecting himself from the bitter winds that blew across Storybrooke. Regina has been almost unbearable since the Curse broke, and the boy needed some time to be alone.

Until he heard footsteps.

“Who’s there?”

~ sturmfrci ~

When Sam slipped and crashed into the woman, the only thoughts that came to mind were the facts that he really, really needed new boots and that it was really, really cold out here.

"Oh—oh uh…" He couldn't form words due to his embarrassment, and he was really glad Dean hadn't been here to witness this. "Jesus, uh, I’m sorry." He stood quickly and reached his hand down to her, offering to help her up. "Sorry, uh, old boots…no traction, you know?"

She laughed, grabbing his hand and accidentally made him slip once more, and their lips touched. Normally, he would have jerked away, but this was different. It was sweet, and accidental. And of course the few minutes that their lips stayed together were accidental as well.

Accidental is a funny word, it is.

When she finally pulled away and looked away from him, he looked her over, trying to figure her out. He didn't even know her name, but he sure wanted to. 

He barely caught the sorry before she got up and scrambled away.

"Oh my God, I am so sorry!" It had been a total accident; the gun had just kinda fallen out of the back of his jeans, and he guessed he had been the idiot that forgot to turn the safety on the one time it really mattered. Sam ran over to the now wounded woman, forgetting about the brawl that he had just been a part of and ignoring all of the traumatized patrons of the bar. When she looked up at him with those trusting eyes, he realized who she was.

"You..."

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⌖ — My muse’s reaction to accidentally shooting your muse.

"Oh my God, I am so sorry!" Sam ran over to the now wounded woman, forgetting about the brawl that he had just been a part of and ignoring all of the traumatized patrons of the bar.

It had been a total accident; the gun had just kinda fallen out of the back of his jeans, and he guessed he had been the idiot that forgot to turn the safety on the one time it really mattered. He grabbed his gun and stuck it back in his jeans—the safety on this time—and helped her up. “Oh, god.” He looked at her leg and winced. “Lets get you to a hospital…”

❆ — It’s snowing and my muse slips on ice, accidentally crashing into your muse.

When Sam slipped and crashed into the woman, the only thoughts that came to mind were the facts that he really, really needed new boots and that it was really, really cold out here.