Emma Swan (
thesavior) wrote in
sixthiterationlogs2016-09-09 09:30 pm
I feel the earth move
WHO: Emma Swan and YOU
WHERE: Her House
WHEN: September 10th
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: None
STATUS: Open, Ongoing
Emma should really have known better. This place had taken her and everything she loved away from her. She should have fought to find out what was happening. She should have fought to find a way home. Emma, however, didn’t do any of those things. She allowed herself to be lulled into a false sense of security. She had somehow made her way in this place, with the help of the people around her…. Mostly Killian. She fought tooth and nail at the idea of love and relationships, but somehow Killian managed to worm his way into her life in a very integral way. There is nothing that Emma would do to change that.
She had felt the earthquakes earlier in the week and it was honestly something that she wasn’t used to but so far they had been manageable. The earthquake today, however, vaulted her forward with its sudden onset. It was not something that she was used to in the slightest. She heard a loud crack, and little bits of the ceiling started to come down, hitting her, as she crawled her way to the doorway. She thought that was something you were supposed to do right?
She couldn’t remember now. She just wanted it to stop.
[Later on]
Emma stared at her house in shock. It wasn’t that she felt that emotionally attached to the house itself, mostly of what it represented. It was the first place that was truly hers and it made her sad that it was damaged. She started to pick through the splintered wood and the broken glass thankful that no one was hurt. Now, she had to do what she did best... pick up the pieces of her life, and move forward.
WHERE: Her House
WHEN: September 10th
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: None
STATUS: Open, Ongoing
Emma should really have known better. This place had taken her and everything she loved away from her. She should have fought to find out what was happening. She should have fought to find a way home. Emma, however, didn’t do any of those things. She allowed herself to be lulled into a false sense of security. She had somehow made her way in this place, with the help of the people around her…. Mostly Killian. She fought tooth and nail at the idea of love and relationships, but somehow Killian managed to worm his way into her life in a very integral way. There is nothing that Emma would do to change that.
She had felt the earthquakes earlier in the week and it was honestly something that she wasn’t used to but so far they had been manageable. The earthquake today, however, vaulted her forward with its sudden onset. It was not something that she was used to in the slightest. She heard a loud crack, and little bits of the ceiling started to come down, hitting her, as she crawled her way to the doorway. She thought that was something you were supposed to do right?
She couldn’t remember now. She just wanted it to stop.
[Later on]
Emma stared at her house in shock. It wasn’t that she felt that emotionally attached to the house itself, mostly of what it represented. It was the first place that was truly hers and it made her sad that it was damaged. She started to pick through the splintered wood and the broken glass thankful that no one was hurt. Now, she had to do what she did best... pick up the pieces of her life, and move forward.

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He makes no detour, doesn't stop to leave anything at the inn. He'll do that later, and if anyone has a problem with him checking on Emma first, then they'll just have to deal with it. She's the most important thing to him right now.
"Emma? Emma!"
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"Don't you see? This is why I can't have nice things!" She started laughing hysterically before she started crying.
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He puts his arm around her and pulls her in to rest against him. He knows a thing or two about loss, and moving on after it. He's just figured that part out and he's not going to let her fall into the same habits he did.
"Besides, it wasn't that nice of a house anyway." He's attempting to lighten the mood.
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"Sorry,"She said wincing as the cloth was pressed against her head. "Ow. How can you be so calm about this?"
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“I wouldn't be a very good captain if I couldn't keep a calm head in a crisis,” he reminds her. So many years managing a crew has once again turned out to be an advantage.