How about a Bear claw?

She pretends to hate the other blonde— —but she really doesn’t. Don’t tell Emma that though. It would go straight to her head.

There’s a witch, not but a few moments later, opening a portal to Storybrooke. And then the sorceress is stepping through. Bear claw and coffee in hand.

/ I’d know those accounts anywhere 🥺🥺

Yawns. Perhaps, she should pay storybrooke a visit. It’s certainly been a while.

She’s giving 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃. a fair warning. She’s visiting tomorrow. Please have lasagna ready. And thag blonde of hers on a leash.

She bets she is. Likes it that way, does she?

Think she could a muzzle on her too?

╱ fuck. Typos. And. Missing. Words.

Remember when she had a bartender working at her bar? Yeah. Her too. The good ole days.

Sacrifices must be made, dear sister.

She’s a true blessing. Truly.

It’s not her fault, Emma gives her a headache.

This thought still comes to mind. And it still makes her chuckle.

❝ crunchy soup. ❞

She’s also going to be paying — 𝐋𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧. a visit when she comes to storybrooke. To check in on her.

She’d scoff if she’d heard that. Judgment? On her dear friend Logan? Never. Now a lecture...she may be giving one of those. But she promises to not be too harsh. She wishes for this to be a good visit. She’s so little been in storybrooke as of late.

It’s missing Kara Zor-El hours.

'I have been in love with no one, and never shall,' she whispered, 'unless it should be with you.' Sheridan Le Fanu, Carmilla

/ just here to save this from Twitter yanking it from me.