Emma Swan (![]() ![]() @ 2012-08-03 23:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | emma swan, {the huntsman |
Characters: Emma Swan and the huntsman
When: Late Friday evening
Location: The Huntsman room
Warnings/Rating: None right now but will update this if it changes.
Summary: Emma is trying to get her mind off of almost seeing her father die today and went to one of the few people she trusts.
Status: closed and ongoing.
Emma had sworn off drinking, but when the group came back from their rescue mission, she found that she needed a drink more than anything. The thought of how she almost had the man who might be her father die wasn’t something she wanted to think about. How if he had died that Snow would be a complete mess and all that gave her a headache to where she needed a drink to calm her nerves. All she wanted to do was smack Prince Charming for being stupid enough to go off alone when he probably didn’t know what he was dealing with. Part of her wanted to go check up on him, but she didn’t need people questioning why she cared so much or anything like that. Deep down she knew that none of this was her fault; however, after everything going on in her life she figured it was part of her curse. People who she trusted or allowed to get close to her either tossed her aside or died. Lately the whole issue was people dying on her and the fact her father almost died made her feel like it was her fault. It was stupid, but she couldn’t help herself. This was her reason for avoiding people and keeping them at bay. Not to protect herself. No, it was to protect them. Only right now she wanted to be with the huntsman because he knew who she was and she trusted him. Drowning another sip from the bottle she left it behind cause she wasn’t sure if she wanted him to know that she had been drinking even if her breath probably smelled like alcohol. Emma had even changed from her jeans and tank top that she went out in earlier and it was dirty, but she really wasn’t in the mood to deal with that shit right now. Moving down to the huntsman door, she thought about just walking in, but she knocked softly. Crossing her arms, she waited for him to open up as she rocked back and forth on the heels of her feet. |