After almost 5 years of pouring my soul into Once Upon a Time, my dream became a reality. ♥ Thank you for the picture, Jen and Colin, it was one of the best moments of my entire life and I will cherish it forever. (sdcc 2016)
So today @doddplaza and I were talking and we noticed something. Now we may be crazy and I don’t want to get anyone’s hopes up with our wacky thought so I’m going to put it under a cut. You’ve been warned.
There are three things Emma can’t stop thinking about:
1. Regina’s soulmate is dead and never coming back.
2. Zelena killed her own True Love to save her sister.
3. The expression on Snow’s face when she saw Dorothy and Red together.
weird, because they’re not connected, not really. And of course she
cares about Robin dying. She hurts because Regina’s hurting but she
doesn’t think that’s really it either. She just wants to know what it
all means. How can someone be your soulmate if they die and leave you
all alone? What is True Love worth if it can betray you? And why the
hell has she been hiding half her self from Snow all these years? What
made her think Snow White of all people could be a homophobe - her mom
who sees the best in everyone, even an Evil Queen.
there’s another thing that’s linked to all of those, and not. Because
she has True Love now, her and Killian, except the whole thing was a
trap so what if the test was just a trick? And why does this idea fill
her with something that feels a little like hope.
tangled up in it all - soulmates and True Love and kisses that change
the world - and then one day she’s hunting for an old DVD she wants to
show the kid, and it’s right at the back of a box she hasn’t looked in
for years, the box full of stuff from her old life. That’s when it hits
her - what her old life was. What her old world was and how much she
seems to have forgotten it. And it’s not like she misses it, not really,
but she thinks that in that world she might be able to clear her head
So she makes some excuse. The kid and Regina don’t
seem to buy it, but everyone else does, and she drives off to Boston and
rents a room in a motel she used to stay in when she had some shady
asshole to track down and didn’t want anything leading back to her
apartment. And she goes to Old Sully’s, a dive bar she spent a lot of
evenings in that she kidded herself weren’t lonely because the regulars
all knew her name and would drunkenly slur it as she came in.
of those regulars are still at the bar, but they’ve long ago drunk away
any memory of her. She orders her first shot and settles back to think.
Except instead of thinking she finds herself watching this old couple
squashed up next to each other in one of the shabby booths. They’ve got
to be in their seventies but the way they look at each other, the smiles
and the secret laughter… That’s love. And it occurs to her suddenly
that if she went up and asked them if it was True Love and told them
there was some kind of test that could let them know for sure, they’d
laugh at her.
Three years ago she’d have laughed at herself:
soulmates and true love and happily ever after. What bullshit. There’s a
reason they only happen in stories. The real world’s messier and less
certain and *better*. Her mom and dad, Snow and David, their love is
real because it’s lasted, because they’ve worked at it and stuck with
it. And her and Killian…
He’s a good guy. Well, for her he is
anyway. And he’s a good friend. But what he sees when he looks at her
isn’t what she sees when she looks at him. It isn’t what Snow and David
see when they look at each other. It’s a dream, and it isn’t even hers.
she thinks about Henry, her other True Love, and what she feels so deep
in the guts of her means more than any rainbow kiss. But thinking about
Henry makes her think about Regina, it makes her think about Snow
having no problem at all with her best friend loving another woman and
how Emma wishes she’d known that from the start.
feels for Regina isn’t always pretty. There are no fairy tales written
about a couple like them. But then fairy tales don’t belong in this
century and she thinks that her and Regina might just be a story that
does. It didn’t happen in one magical kiss, or with a test from the gods
or in any clear single moment, except perhaps their very first when
Regina opened the door to her and Henry and this whole thing began.
The thing is, she
doesn’t need any test from the gods or magical rainbow to tell her what
they are. *She* knows that it’s love, and that’s the only thing that really counts.