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entrancelogs2014-04-07 06:51 pm
cursebreaking) wrote in entrancelogs2014-04-07 06:51 pm
[OPEN] But you can skyrocket away from me;
Who: Emma Swan & you!
Where: The eighth floor, then out on the grounds.
When: 4/7, all day.
Rating: PG
Summary: Emma realizes that Henry's disappearance is permanent.
The Story:
It wasn't unusual for Lucky to try and drag Emma out of bed before she was ready. The only thing that made today any different was that no matter how many times she tried to swat him away and insisted he let her sleep, he continued to press his nose against her feed, relocating to do the same with her face when his first attempts didn't get results. It was the whining that broke her, and she sighed heavily as she grudgingly pushed the covers aside, forcing herself to her feet despite the desire to stay in bed a little longer and try to hold onto those first few minutes of waking where she didn't quite remember that Henry was missing.
"Alright, alright. I'm up. Come on, let's get you some breakfast."
The dalmatian raced ahead of her to reach the bedroom door first, pawing at it until Emma pulled it open with every intention of heading into the small living space that was smushed between her room and Henry's -- but stopped short two steps in.
The door opposite of her bedroom was gone, nothing but smooth, blank wall and a single mirror in its place. A quick look around the room was enough to confirm what she had already begun to suspect, and her heart dropped into her stomach. There was no trace of Henry there in that room. None of his books, none of his clothes, none of the things were where she had left them. Even his backpack was missing from its place beside their couch.
Nothing. There was nothing left of him. He was gone. Back in New York, back having the life he should have had, but without her.
It was the last part that hurt so badly.
For a moment she felt numb. Lucky went and parked himself in front of the mirror that had replaced Henry's door while Emma slowly forced herself to swallow down the sick feeling that had begun to rise, fumbling her way through the next ten minutes or so but somehow coming out the other end fully dressed and mostly presentable, despite the fact that a part of her felt like she had to have been half-asleep still.
The first thing to do was to talk to Regina. They had both been worried about this, both known that it had been a possibility, but held onto a little bit of hope as long as Henry's things were still there. Heading across the hallway to Regina's room, Emma took in a sharp breath and knocked.
--
Getting out of the mansion seemed like the only thing to do after talking to Regina. The last place she wanted to be was her own room, so foreign now that the tiny living space it had grown into thanks to Henry's presence had now cut itself nearly in half, as though he'd never been there. All Lucky had been able to do was circle the room and occasionally stop to paw at the spot where Henry's bedroom door had been, more than indication enough that they both needed to get out. Grabbing her jacket and Lucky's leash, she headed out to the grounds.
Anyone who might encounter her early in the day will find her either in the garden or out near the chessboard hills with Lucky in tow. Lunchtime will find her back inside and in the kitchen, rather than the diner -- it doesn't feel right to go without Henry. During the afternoon, she'll make her way to the beach, allowing Lucky to run up and down its length as he sees fit before settling herself on the end of the dock, apparently lost in thought, though she'll absently pet Lucky whenever he happens to trot over and lay his head in her lap.
Where: The eighth floor, then out on the grounds.
When: 4/7, all day.
Rating: PG
Summary: Emma realizes that Henry's disappearance is permanent.
The Story:
It wasn't unusual for Lucky to try and drag Emma out of bed before she was ready. The only thing that made today any different was that no matter how many times she tried to swat him away and insisted he let her sleep, he continued to press his nose against her feed, relocating to do the same with her face when his first attempts didn't get results. It was the whining that broke her, and she sighed heavily as she grudgingly pushed the covers aside, forcing herself to her feet despite the desire to stay in bed a little longer and try to hold onto those first few minutes of waking where she didn't quite remember that Henry was missing.
"Alright, alright. I'm up. Come on, let's get you some breakfast."
The dalmatian raced ahead of her to reach the bedroom door first, pawing at it until Emma pulled it open with every intention of heading into the small living space that was smushed between her room and Henry's -- but stopped short two steps in.
The door opposite of her bedroom was gone, nothing but smooth, blank wall and a single mirror in its place. A quick look around the room was enough to confirm what she had already begun to suspect, and her heart dropped into her stomach. There was no trace of Henry there in that room. None of his books, none of his clothes, none of the things were where she had left them. Even his backpack was missing from its place beside their couch.
Nothing. There was nothing left of him. He was gone. Back in New York, back having the life he should have had, but without her.
It was the last part that hurt so badly.
For a moment she felt numb. Lucky went and parked himself in front of the mirror that had replaced Henry's door while Emma slowly forced herself to swallow down the sick feeling that had begun to rise, fumbling her way through the next ten minutes or so but somehow coming out the other end fully dressed and mostly presentable, despite the fact that a part of her felt like she had to have been half-asleep still.
The first thing to do was to talk to Regina. They had both been worried about this, both known that it had been a possibility, but held onto a little bit of hope as long as Henry's things were still there. Heading across the hallway to Regina's room, Emma took in a sharp breath and knocked.
--
Getting out of the mansion seemed like the only thing to do after talking to Regina. The last place she wanted to be was her own room, so foreign now that the tiny living space it had grown into thanks to Henry's presence had now cut itself nearly in half, as though he'd never been there. All Lucky had been able to do was circle the room and occasionally stop to paw at the spot where Henry's bedroom door had been, more than indication enough that they both needed to get out. Grabbing her jacket and Lucky's leash, she headed out to the grounds.
Anyone who might encounter her early in the day will find her either in the garden or out near the chessboard hills with Lucky in tow. Lunchtime will find her back inside and in the kitchen, rather than the diner -- it doesn't feel right to go without Henry. During the afternoon, she'll make her way to the beach, allowing Lucky to run up and down its length as he sees fit before settling herself on the end of the dock, apparently lost in thought, though she'll absently pet Lucky whenever he happens to trot over and lay his head in her lap.
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It rolls off the tongue without her realizing, though she's not as inclined to disparage Hook's character as she once was. It's easier now, friendlier, a part of how they communicate -- but there will always be some butting of heads there. They're both too stubborn for them not to be.
"He doesn't know much more than I do, but apparently he'd been looking for us -- me and Henry -- for a full year before he wound up here. Something about my family being in danger, which I can only assume means not only my parents, but everyone attached to them. Seemed urgent. Urgent enough that he turned up with a memory potion to try and force me to remember everything Regina would have rewritten when Pan's curse swept everyone away."
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It's always a little difficult for Martha to keep track of the madness that is Emma Swan's life, but she does her best to follow along without asking too many questions. A potion to restore memories, Emma's parents and other extended family in danger, got it.
"You have no idea what the danger actually is, though?" she asks after a pause, shoving her hands in her pockets and glancing down at Lucky. "At least it isn't quite the same as with Pan, where Henry was the direct target."
Not that someone's parents being targeted is any better.
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She sighs, cutting herself. This requires some backtracking. She knows what a mess her life is and how difficult it is to follow along, and there's no reason to make things any harder on Martha than they already are.
"When Pan's curse hit, Storybrooke disappeared. Vanished, like it had never been there at all, and Henry and I were the only ones who got to stay in that world. Everyone else was sent back home to the Enchanted Forest."
Get your laughs out over the name if you need to, Martha. She still thinks it's stupid, too.
"Apparently, at least from when Hook is coming from, someone sent him the potion without telling him who they were and told him to find and give it to me. Then get me back to Storybrooke. Storybrooke isn't there, which makes the whole thing all kinds of suspicious."
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She's already heard about the Enchanted Forest, so she doesn't blink at that, more bothered by the implications of this curse. "So you were separated from your parents?" It's good that Emma had Henry, at least, but that's still not the happy ending she deserves.
A potion sent from some mysterious benefactor? That's got suspicious written all over it, but Martha can't blame Emma for taking the plunge with it. She probably would have done the same thing.
"Maybe Storybrooke is back somehow. Or maybe you going there will cause it to appear again," Martha suggests. She doesn't know the ins and outs of how Emma's world works, but at this point it's anyone's guess.
Lucky seems to have grown bored with their chatting and is sniffing around at driftwood and shells instead. Martha keeps an eye on him, but other than that, all of her attention is on Emma.
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"Anyway, I don't know. If it has turned up again, it would take some pretty powerful magic for someone to bring it back, and there's nobody left who's strong enough to do so. Regina couldn't do it, not without another curse -- and she's not the person she was when she cast the first one. The only other person capable is dead."
She'd seen him die. She wasn't questioning that one.
"Hook doesn't have any answers about it, either. Us going back would be the first time he'd seen Storybrooke since everyone was scattered, too." She glances towards Lucky, who has started to busy himself with digging in the sand. He won't mind if she and Martha take a few more minutes to talk, she's sure.
"Feels like I'm always telling you some crazy story about where I'm from."
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There's no reason for Emma to feel bad for dumping any of this on her, though. Martha's always willing to listen. "I'm sure I'd have my fair share too, if Wonderland ever decided to send me home." Sometimes she ponders over why it doesn't, but she'd rather not read into it too much.
She makes sure to look Emma squarely in the eye before she speaks up again. "I know it must be hard, Emma, but what you have to remember is that Henry is going to be with you back there. It's always a bit difficult wrapping your head around the way time works, but you'll be with him."
The problem being that Henry isn't here with her, and a mother is bound to miss her child. The only way to get around that is by distracting her.
"Did you want to head back inside? We could get something to drink, relax and watch a film or something like that." Anything to take Emma's mind off of this.
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That's what it came down to, and maybe that was the worst part of all of it. Henry would be fine. She was the one his absence was going to hurt. She'd been alone all her life; it had always hurt, but it hurt so much more now that she knew what she was missing. She had friends here, of course. She had Martha, and once upon a time, she'd had Dean. She knew she was damn lucky to have them -- but it wasn't the same as having her son or having parents who actually knew who she was.
"Sure you've got plenty worth telling already," she assures her, one side of her mouth quirking upwards into a half-hearted smile. "A drink sounds good. Really good. Think I'll take you up on that movie, too, if-- you know. It's not imposing."
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She had meant more like some hot chocolate rather than an actual alcoholic drink, but if that's what Emma needs then Martha's not about to protest.
"It's not imposing at all! I don't have a shift at the clinic today, so the day's free up." She moves away from the docks and the shoreline, back toward the mansion. Hopefully Lucky will follow them without any protest. "Come on! What kind of film are you feeling like? Action, drama, comedy?"
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Emma slides her hands into her own pockets as she turns to fall into step beside Martha, heading back towards the mansion with Lucky at their heels. He's a smart dog, at least -- never wants to be too far from his people, especially now that one of them is missing. With Henry gone, he'll be sticking to Emma closer than ever.
"Surprise me?" she suggests with a hopeful half smile, before tacking on the addendum: "Let's stay away from any tearjerkers."