Emma Swan finally found her fairytale (lostfairytale) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2012-10-04 22:44:00 |
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Who: Emma Swan and a Tree Block of Wood Little Wooden Boy
What: Tripping over little wooden boys...literally
When: After the Storybrooke Family Dinner Gets Interrupted
Where: An alley in the city
Warnings: Language!
Huh? Just a little narrative on how Emma's dealing. Aka, she's not
The Seal was a fickle bitch. She supposed she had to take the good with the bad. She'd been lucky enough to get Henry and then Ruby, then Snow and Belle, and even her sweet Graham. Why would she think that Regina wouldn't drop into her life? And now Gold.
Gold was so much more complicated than her mom's stepmother. Regina was vicious and cruel and hateful. A vendetta against an eight year-old girl had caused her to turn all of their lives upside down. But Gold was complex in reasons to hate him. Sometimes he screwed up but for the right reason. Sometimes he did nothing wrong but he had the wrong reasons in mind. And sometimes, he was just plain lucky her fist didn't meet his jaw.
Seeing him in her dining room, among all the people she cared about so dearly, really pissed her off. He didn't belong there. Belle looked so happy and Emma had promised not to judge the pretty young woman. But why him? Why did he have to be there? As he'd entered and Belle had joyfully 'introduced' him, Emma calmly folded her napkin and placed it on her plate. She politely excused herself and refused to make eye contact with anyone in the room, not even Henry. One wrong look and everyone would know. They'd know just how torn she was. Just how angry she could be. She was trying so desperately not to let fury get the best of her and yet there he stood, looking way too smug for her liking. The fact that this man's story was famed for him taking babies from expecting mothers and the fact that her own pregnancy was pretty damn obvious made her leave the room with that much more determination to get out.
She didn't make a scene. The only sign that she was angry was the slightly more intense slam of the door than perhaps was needed. She didn't get in the car but instead walked. She needed the air. The now-too-snug leather jacket stayed home and in its place, she wore a light sweater. The crisp air of incoming fall weather felt good. It was nearly invigorating. In fact, after a mile, she felt surprisingly better. This man was no better or worse than Regina, right? She could handle them both, especially with the huge support system she'd developed. She'd be fine.
It was 'I'll be fine' that was the thought in her head when she went to turn to head home. And it was with that thought that her foot caught and she had to grab the nearest building's wall to keep from stumbling. And she looked down and caught sight of what she'd tripped over and groaned heavily.
"Seriously?" she yelped out loud, though there was no one there to hear her. "Are you kidding me right now? Really, though. Really."
Because at her feet was something far more complicated than Regina and Gold both. At her feet lay a wooden puppet. The face wasn't familiar from her time, but from a television screen. And that puppet was the man who had left her behind as a child. The one who had chosen to run when a baby Emma had needed him most.
The Seal had brought August Booth. And he was, quite literally, wood.