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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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But Emma doesn't break, so Mary Margaret just ends up hugging her a little tighter. "I know." She doesn't really want to move, yet. If Emma pulls away, she'll let go, but not yet. "But that doesn't make it easier on you."
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"I hate being apart."
They'd spent too much time apart already. She'd had enough of it.
"I don't love it here, but we had something good. Between what's here and what we had in Storybrooke... Henry and I finally have a life together. I've owed him that for a long time."
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Not that it matters, when her best friend is hurting like this. When her family is hurting like this.
"I know. And you shouldn't have to be." But it hurts Mary Margaret to know there's nothing she can do to help. To way to fix this for Emma. "Maybe he'll come back?"
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Where she can watch him, where she can protect him. A place where they can be together after far too many years of living separate lives.
It feels natural, letting Mary Margaret comfort her like this, despite the fact that the other woman doesn't remember what they're supposed to share. Maybe it didn't matter. Even before either one of them had believed in the curse, they had called each other family. It was just what they were.
"Probably not... not smart to get my hopes up, anyway. If they're not up, I can't be disappointed."
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And that's what it means to be a mother, isn't it? To want your child as close to you as you can? To protect them, and love them, no matter what? Something in Mary Margaret's chest tightens at the thought, but she can't pin down why. Why that hurts her the way it does, just having that thought.
"But you need hope." She ends the hug there, but doesn't go far. Simply moves her hands to Emma's shoulders so she can catch her eyes. "Everyone needs hope. And even if you end up being disappointed, you can't give up. You taught me that, you know."
rip my heart out why don't you :(
Losing Henry yet again was an all-time low.
She sets her jaw, looking Mary Margaret square in the eye as her shoulders get grabbed, bringing one hand up to rest it against the other woman's arm. Mary Margaret always had been good at those inspirational speeches. David, too. Emma supposes that's why so many people looked up to them back in the Enchanted Forest.
"Determination, I can do. I'll work my ass off to get something I think is worth having. Henry... he's worth having. That's for damn sure."
okay c:
Her hands squeeze a bit on Emma's shoulders, giving her a small smile when Emma meets her eyes. It's like this admission, from Emma, loosens up that tension somehow. "Yes he is, and you're the most determined person I know. You'll get Henry back, Emma. I know you will."
Because she can hope, even if Emma isn't as crazy about the idea, Mary Margaret can.
D: D: D:
She didn't know that it was her grandson that was missing. She knew, Emma was sure, that Emma herself needed her right now -- but it wasn't the way things were supposed to be. Things weren't right.
But she still had that potion. The one she'd been deliberating over giving to either Henry or Mary Margaret, trying to decide who needed their memories or who might be sorted out with time -- or who might be better off forgetting. Now Henry was gone.
There was only one person left who could use it.
She sighs heavily, folding her arms. Broaching this wouldn't be easy -- but if she waited too long, she might lose the chance to help Mary Margaret, too.
"Mary Margaret, there's something you should--" Damn it, this was hard. "There are things you need to know. About me, and about Henry. About yourself."
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This isn't a good look. That's not a good sigh. And Mary Margaret is suddenly worrying for an entirely different reason. "Okay?"
About yourself. There are shivers going up her spine, now, but she holds still. Tries to keep her expression schooled. "What is it, Emma? What things?"
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She cuts herself off, frustrated. Where does she even start? How can she broach this in a way where Mary Margaret won't think she's crazy?
Maybe she needs more time. Just a little, but more time all the same.
"Look. Forget I said anything. I'm just-- being overdramatic. ... you're like family to us, that's all. Before you, I never had anything like that. ... just wanted you to know I appreciate it. Henry, too."
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"Emma, what's-" But then Emma says that word. Family. Mary Margaret feels something in her chest click into place, that frown shifting up to a small smile, sighing contently. "Of course I know. You're my family too, you know. You and Henry."
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No David. No Neal. Henry had Regina -- but that was something she didn't want to broach with Mary Margaret's head being the way it was.
"Come on. I need to get my head somewhere else. Head inside with me for some hot chocolate?"