sail away, kill off the hours

an: I’m not ever the biggest fan of wedding fics because of reasons (which I will not divulge because they’re petty and silly reasons) but this one will not leave me. I tried. And it didn’t work. I actually dreamed about this last night. Ugh. Daddy!Charming slays my feels. Title is from Tom Petty’s “Wildflowers”

You belong among the wildflowers
You belong in a boat out at sea
Sail away, kill off the hours
You belong somewhere you feel free

Run away, find you a lover
Go away somewhere all bright and new
I have seen no other
Who compares with you

sail away, kill off the hours

"Promise me you won’t ask the DJ to play the chicken dance?"

She can see her father smile through the mirror as she slides out from behind the partition. His back is turned to her, and he’s playing with something in his lap, head tilted down, looking every bit the prince charming in his tux - her heart tugs in her chest, but her makeup is done and it’s almost time and this is no time for tears. Even happy ones.

"You know even if I do Henry will find a way. He’s bound and determined to embarrass his step-father any way he possibly can."

He tilts his head up as the chiffon of her dress ruffles, his eyes going wide and happy as she meets his gaze in the mirror, and yeah, she’s definitely going to cry.

"Emma," he says, tilting his head just the slightest bit, his smile dopey and wistful, and she’s so glad she left New York, so glad she drank that stupid potion and that he is here for this. Here for her. He’s missed so many of her moments, but this one.

He swivels in his seat when she takes a stuttering breath, on his feet and brushing at her lower lids while she lets the breath tremble back out. “Hey now, no tears. It’s a happy day.”

She chokes out a laugh, grinning at David when he curves a hand around her cheek, bright blue eyes shining wetly as he keeps his own tears at bay. “Yeah. Okay.”

A shaky laugh cuts between them anyway as she heaves out a deep breath, and he cocks his head to the side in question.

"God, my life is so weird."

His chuckle is warm and bright and curls around her like a warm blanket. “You don’t say.”

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Late Night Thoughts

Sometimes I think about space, and I feel so overwhelmed. I think about the fact that we’re just floating in darkness a lot. I took a couple astronomy classes in college, so I understand the basics of astronomy and space, etc. but at the same time, it’s just so maddening to think about. How? Why? All of it. Watching Gravity didn’t help my obsession/simultaneous anxiety and confusion over space and existence. I will literally never stop thinking about this, I will always wonder…how are we here? Incredible events in the universe had to take place for us to even exist..why are we here? What is the purpose? Is there one? I think so. If I ever had the chance to go to space, I don’t think I would. I love Earth. I want to feel it below my feet, not be floating out there in emptiness and darkness. Sometimes I think love is one of the reasons…why are humans the only ones who truly have a concept of love? And happiness? How did we get so lucky to be here at all? 

I need to stop thinking so much so late at night. My brain always makes so much damn noise…

KH 9/3/14