Emma Swan ([personal profile] thesavior) wrote in [community profile] 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.
seekingcrocodile: (here for you)

[personal profile] seekingcrocodile 2016-09-11 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
He was not in the house when the earthquake happened, luckily. He prefers to get up early, out of old habit. When the ground starts shaking, he braces himself against a tree until it's over. When it's done, he picks up that day's catch and heads back to town.

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!"
seekingcrocodile: (comfort / with Emma)

[personal profile] seekingcrocodile 2016-09-17 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Emma." He sits down next to her. Helping her calm down is the most important thing to do first. He reaches for one of the curtains and uses his hook to slash it and tear a piece off (it's ruined anyway) which he uses to wipe the blood from her forehead. "We'll just find somewhere else to live then. We'll salvage what we can from here and find a house that isn't ruined, or another building that isn't ruined, and we'll make a home there."

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.
seekingcrocodile: (comfort / with Emma)

[personal profile] seekingcrocodile 2016-10-02 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
“It was our first home together. But not our last.” Who knows how many more homes they might have? It's not the place that's as important as the people, anyway, and as long as she's there, he's home.

“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.