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Stiles didn’t know how, but Melissa had finally somehow convinced him to leave his dad side, after repeating a hundred times over that his vitals were stable, he was just sleeping, yes they were giving him the proper medication and yes he’d been fine alone for a few hours.

Hook woke up with a massive headache. He had been drinking the night before, obviously and now it seemed that he was suffering a hangover. Normally they weren’t this bad but ever since he had met Emma he had cut back on his drinking considerably. Now his tolerance was that of a teenage girl.

Taking his phone from the side of his bed he clicked it on. Saying a silent prayer to Charming for showing him the wonders of texting. Spotting Emma’s name he started to type out his message. 

Rp starter for; @swanemmasavior ;

“How could you do this to me?” The sword in Killian’s hand felt like raw burning. His memories had flooded back to him within a flash of seeing the dream-catcher Emma had so carefully constructed. His life during the time in Camelot had been returned to him and left him feeling hollow. He had always driven toward Emma’s light. He wanted that back for her but it had all shattered within a few moments of seeing his name entwined with Emma’s across Excalibur. A rage built up in him like nothing else. “So much for our future together.” He spoke through his teeth, an insatiable burning building up in his chest. She had betrayed him and gone against his wishes to die.  He would have gladly died by the cut of that sword than be tied to it in a darkness that could grip his chest tighter than he could ever overcome.

Prompt from @swanemmasavior: Write a Starter of  ☁- Our muses in a thunderstorm.

Ru tugged hard on his jacket to pull his collar a little higher up on his neck.  He wasn't dressed for the onslaught of rain that had suddenly descended upon the town, and if the quickly-rising puddles along the street were anything to go by, he wasn't going to make it back to his apartment without getting pneumonia.  Better find some cover.

He ducked into the library, pulling the slow-closing door shut quickly behind him to keep the rain from following and shook his head roughly to shake out the water from his jet-black hair.  The lights were still on, but the place was pretty quiet.  Oh well; Ru was sure he must have waited out storms in more tedious places than this.  He leaned up against the book cart, bracing his feet in an attempt to push himself onto the flat surface, when he lost his footing and fell backwards, sending the thing flying back toward a stack of shelves waiting to be reinserted into an aisle.  The bartender watched, mouth slightly slack, as a domino effect began, books and furniture toppling loudly until the whole door was effectively barricaded.

And then the lights went out.  "Whoops," he chuckled, when a noise suddenly caught his attention and he whirled around, squinting at the form in the shadows.  "Who's there?" the boy shouted, reaching beneath his jacket to get a firm grip on his knife.

He sat on the stairs in front of her house, having let Regina, Robin and Belle take off with the dream catcher on their own as he’d remained behind. Why had she been hiding this from them? A noise made the Captain glance up only to stare right at Emma who , apparently, had returned.

Elsa looked confused at her new surrounding. She didn’t know what happend, or how she came here. “Anna....ANNA!!” She yelled but her sister was nowhere to be seen. Afraid she started to walk out of the woods. “Anna?” She kept saying her sisters name, when suddenly the sound of a car was hearable. “What’s that?” She saw two lights glowing getting closer to where she was standing.