Disclaimer: If I owned this show, there would be no hiatus.
I never said that I want this.
~Imagine Dragons, Monster
Emma's stomach growls. Them Emma growls, frustrated. No longer wishing to jump from a window, she just wants to eat. When the Voice had saved her that night, she had thought that maybe, just maybe, there was human in him.
Then he had given her a library.
She smirks.
She's still overly proud of her improvised last name. Swan. The little decorations on her wall paper.
And he doesn't suspect a thing.
But then he had gotten overly offended because she didn't want to eat with him. He was her captor, not her date, for heaven's sake!
Regardless, she still felt a twinge of pity. He had come to her for company, and he had done nothing to hurt her...
Yet.
And that's what stopped her from going.
Emma usually loves the unknown. She loves the thrill, the rush of making the unknown known. She loves keeping the unknown her secret, the one thing that's really, truly hers.
But now?
Now Emma can't help but be a little bit afraid.
Emma had grown up knowing all about herself. Who she was (Emma Nolan) where she was (Enchanted Forrest) where she was going (Anywhere that wasn't there) and what she needed to do (Get out, breathe, feel, live). Surprisingly, getting kidnapped kind of tweaks your plans a bit.
She still knew all of that (a convict, prison, anywhere but here, eat), but she didn't know how to solve the problem. She's dying from captivity, and the solution is unknown.
And THAT'S when the unknown begins to be scary.
Her stomach growls again.
"Ugghhhhhh," she sighs. Pushing off her bed, she drags herself to the door, peering through the key hole.
Nothing.
Cautiously, she turns the knob, an exhilarating feeling pulsing through her, despite the circumstance. Closing her eyes, she pulls the door open and rushes out. A cool breeze (inside?) greets her gently, excitedly, mirroring Emma's mood.
She smiles brightly, really smiles, for the first time since, well, since Mary-Margaret died.
It's scary.
It's perfect.
It's exciting.
She's-hungry.
She walks quickly down the hallway, stopping at a grand staircase. Her smile widens. Mary-Margaret had taught her, long ago, how to properly ride down a banister. Quickly undoing her buttons, she throws off her jacket, discarding it carelessly on the floor somewhere. Kicking off her new shoes, leaving her in her new socks, she hitches her dress up in a very unladylike fashion. She hops onto the banister, and grips it tightly, closing her eyes, preparing herself. Then she lets out a yell and slides down the never ending rail, acting far less mature than usual, but caring not at all.
Finally, face flushed, she nears the end of the trip and gets ready.
Just inches before the end, she pushes off, flying through the air, all tribulations forgotten in a moment of glee.
A pair of longing blue eyes, watching from a distance, become panicked. About to press forward, they see the Swan-lass is not falling.
She's flying.
And watching her face, flushed, bright, merry, happy, beautiful, he can't help but think...
That just maybe...
He's the one falling.
A/N:
Question: HOW DOES ONE PERSON HAVE SO MUCH SNOT!?
Seriously!
And, it looks like passing out is first, so I'll update again when I wake up.
Enjoy!
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Hugs and Kisses and Pleasetry not to fall,
~Mrs Killian Jones: Pureblood