(Neal | Baelfire) « desperately loved that she'd give up anything for him and ironically, it was the same man who had completely destroyed »

(Neal | Baelfire) « everything inside of her. When her gaze found his in what seemed like a frozen moment between them, she realized that »

(Neal | Baelfire) « he too had recognized her and pushing her hands into the sidewalk, she rose up as she tried her damnest to not show what »

(Neal | Baelfire) « she was feeling. What was she feeling exactly, she didn't know. A million different things ran through her mind as she »

(Neal | Baelfire) « stared wordlessly at him, and finally, after it felt like hours, his name left her lips - the shock shaking her to the »

(Neal | Baelfire) « core that he was supposed to be Baelfire. Mr. Gold's /son/. "Neal?"

"Henry is at Regina's and I'm at Granny's for a much needed pick me up. Or two." Scrunches nose. "That kinda day."

"Yes, yes, you will. Get used to it, kid." x.com/SidekickHenry/…

"Bein' a Princess a tiring job?" She asked — ℳ. ℬʟᴀɴᴄʜᴀʀᴅ., a teasing smile painting across her lips as she slides a cup of coffee toward ~

(— ℳ. ℬʟᴀɴᴄʜᴀʀᴅ.) ~ her - one just like it resting in her hand for herself.

"Mm." Her blonde head bobbing in a single nod, Emma set the cup down as she sat near — ℳ. ℬʟᴀɴᴄʜᴀʀᴅ., her fingers wrapping around it ~

~ as it warmed her hands. "That, — ℳ. ℬʟᴀɴᴄʜᴀʀᴅ., I understand fully. I can't remember a night that I got any true decent sleep anyway." A ~

~ shrug lifted at her right shoulder, her smile softening as she turned her green eyes to — ℳ. ℬʟᴀɴᴄʜᴀʀᴅ. - concern lighting up in her ~

~ gaze. "Everything going okay, — ℳ. ℬʟᴀɴᴄʜᴀʀᴅ.?"

Hearing August Booth's voice, her green eyes shifted to where he sat and a half smile touched her lips; a small snort leaving her as she ~

~ sighed, the glass in her hand now nearly empty. "Seems that way lately, August Booth."

"Good evening, Storybrooke."

❝It's the never not knowing that ｈｕｒｔｓthe ｍｏｓｔ...❞