Where’s tha dislike button?

There’s a witch frowning down at the flask of rum. Or rather—trying to tell which one was the real one. If only the world would stop doing that swaying thing. ❝ huh? Oh—yer welcome. ❞ she mumbles, seeming to have forgotten he was there.

She’d like an (𝙝𝙚𝙧) Emma to curl up on please thank you.

❝ oh! Right! Uhm—yes. I need yer help though! I want to erm—resurrect a Swan. ❞ she’s nodding. It’s a brilliant idea. So close to Samhain, the thinning of the veil? The dead were so close—she could bring Emma back…

/ Emilie vs always forgetting shes the witch. I love my dumb blonde.

She absolutely hates this day. But dear 𝙜𝙤𝙙𝙨 that was the perfect birthday gift.

She is vodka drunk and wants 𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐧 to hold her. And dance with her.

It’s a good thing the witch is willing to share her vodka with her favourite person. She’s got her glass held out. And music already playing for them.

She loves Emma Swan so bloody much.

Don’t mind her, being absolutely smashed today. She doesn’t want to hear one utterance of Happy Halloween or Birthday. She will indeed murder anyone who says it. She just wants Emma.

Sighs softly. She exists. But at what cost?