Emma Swan finally found her fairytale (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} lostfairytale) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming,@ 2014-08-31 17:04:00 |
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What: Their people are not in good places and two powerful magic users don't handle things so well?
When: Sunday afternoon
Where: The Dark Castle
Warnings: Psh, no idea
Emma tired of the television. Somehow hiatus season didn't seem to be quite the same when ones channels full of reruns had instead become a showing of the people missing from their lives. At first, she'd been entranced. And then, it just grew worse and worse. Watching the people she cared about being tormented? Sure, Lois and Kon seemed fine in their little Hobbit filled food and drink stupors. And Clark, though obviously grumpy, was at least safe.
But Graham was a werewolf, of all things, and being stalked by the most powerful evil of that world. Loki and Neal weren't faring much better, and Belle... She shuddered, thinking of Pan and how very close he was to her friend. Though they hadn't seen his physical presence yet, it still terrified her.
So, without being asked, she'd packed up Henry and the two toddlers and had unceremoniously delivered the remainder of her family to Rumplestiltskin's doorstep. He likely wasn't thrilled with the idea but he had the sense not to turn her away. Because, after all, they were really all each other had left.
Balancing two babies was proving a bit more difficult than Emma had originally planned, but someone had to take care of Aiden, and so she was managing. While the younger toddler slept, Emma stopped her daughter from getting into absolutely everything. It seemed the tiny princess knew she was meant for royal life and was enjoying castle living. Which disturbed Emma more than pleased her. Still, she followed the baby girl as she wandered into the sitting area where a television had been set up, despite the fact that electricity and television shouldn't even have existed for them.
And, to her surprise, her son's grandfather sat, currently watching his son run from some horrible evil or another. God, she'd given up trying to guess what each was. She'd decided not to see the movie when it turned out its two stars hated her. She caught herself standing, staring at the TV. But Aislinn had other ideas. She toddled her way over to her not-quite-grandfather and tapped on his knee, looking up at him imploringly. "Wumple?" she inquired, wondering what could possibly be more fascinating than her.
It wasn't until Emma heard the baby's voice that she snapped out of her daze. "Sorry," she murmured, making her way further into the room and coming to his side. As long as she'd known him, as much as she knew about him, she still found the man rather intimidating. Even if he was, technically, family.