Most of the lifetimes in your mind are blurry — but the one you can remember the most happened during the summer of 1840.
The images are sharp and vibrant as they flicker wildly inside your mind, like an opened pandora box that keeps bursting with stinging lights and thick shadows and too many memories. They do not stop, and suddenly you feel like too many people at once, merging under your skin and turning your gaze dark and your breaths heavy.
It takes you a few seconds to realize Yoongi is calling your name. The real Yoongi, the one who stands next to you as he finishes his second cigarette and glances at you with bright, curious eyes. He seems to notice your panicked expression right away, and you can only circle his wrist weakly with a trembling hand, noticing he’s too hot under your touch. Or maybe you are just too cold.
I don’t know why I’m even bothering to post this this weekend, but it’s been sitting on my computer–finished, apparently–since last year so…it’s waited long enough. I started this back after 6x05–but ended up rewriting the whole thing once 6x06 aired (for the obvious reason that my original fic involved Killian & Henry deciding to hold onto the shears). Anyways, 6x05 raised the question–what could possibly make Emma change her mind about using the shears. And this happened. As always, this has been added to “The Lost Get Found” over on ff.net if that’s you preference. And also, as always, you know I love getting yelled at. (Though this maybe doesn’t qualify as angst???)
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Normally, Emma loved that her kitchen could fit her whole
Tonight, though, all those people just made her head throb
worse as they talked back and forth about the object she held in her hand. All of
them so caught up in the excitement of finally having the shears back in their
possession that none of them had noticed her silence.
“We could put them in the vault.” Regina paused
her pacing. “No one can get in there unless I let them.”
“That spell has been broken too many times,” her
dad shoots back. “We need something better. Somewhere no one will think to
“Maybe it’s not a somewhere that we need,” her mom
said, her finger tracing the rim of her mug. “Maybe it’s someone. Namely,
all of us.”
“What are you getting at?”
“The Evil Queen didn’t make her move until the shears
were no longer in anyone’s possession,” Snow said, sitting forward.
“Maybe if someone’s holding onto them, no one can steal them.”
David nodded. “So we all share the burden of holding
onto them and she has no way to know which of us has them.”
“Or she could just knock all of us out at once and
search our bodies at her leisure.” Killian’s hand on Emma’s shoulder
tightened a little, tension radiating down his arm even as his thumb rubbed
circles on the back of neck.
“Do you have a better idea?” Regina snapped.
Emma closed her eyes, her grip around the shears tightening.
Before anyone could say anything else, she stood, her chair screeching against
the tile floor.
Nightingale, quiet suitor, tortured tongueless in the night’s echo, your vibrant feathers lay scattered upon the kitchen floor's marble, your destiny: decadent delicacy dripping down the fat man’s chin.
Destiny hopped up on the kitchen counter next to you and
watched as you finished making Roman’s lunch. Her only reason for being there
was to simply remind you that you, unlike Roman Godfrey, were a good person.
“All I’m saying is that this boy does not deserve you.”
Destiny muttered as she munched on a piece of lettuce.
“Sure, yeah. I’ll admit that in retrospect I can see how it might have been disrespectful. But look: how was I supposed to know? You carry some dainty little scrap of fabric around on your hip, you can’t get mad if a girl thinks it’s a hand towel. ‘Specially when it’s in such a convenient spot. Least I didn’t blow my nose on it.”
Sophia was in the kitchen, having her breakfast while drawing in her art journal.
‘Dad I am going to school’ Sophia said as she was about to leave her house.
‘Hold on, Sophia, aren’t you forgetting something?’ asked her dad.
'Let me see, I got my mobile phone, house keys, money for lunch, my school bag, my books and where is my art journal’ frantically looking around , she checked her messenger bag and it wasn’t there, she can’t leave without her journal.
Sophia’s art journal was a gift from her mum before she passed away from cancer. When she was 10 years old, and in the journal it got all of her drawing and also she write poems just for fun.
Some people said that Sophia look like her mum with the same short light brown hair, blue eyes with her fair skin and rosy cheeks. She wore her mother’s gold heart shape necklace so she felt her mother’s sprit was with her.
'You left it on the kitchen table’ said her dad as he handed it to her.
'Thank you Dad, I will see you at the coffee shop after school’ said Sophia,
'I will save some dirty cups for you to wash’ said Sophia’s Dad
'Very funny, Dad’ said Sophia as she leave her house,
People in school treated Sophia differently as if she was an alien from an another planet. Sophia always sat by herself at lunchtime, stay quite in class, and have no friends.
The popular kids always teasing her, calling her weirdo, freak and other stuff. some would even go on to push her while passing by, which had caused many incidents where she would find herself on the ground.
The reason why the bullies picked on Sophia was because she had a mild learning disability but Sophia tried her best to ignore the bullies, name-calling but sometime it did upset her.
Sophia was walking thorough Greylake Forest. She love walking through the forest and hear the sound of nature, breathing the fresh air. There are rumours that poachers hunt animals in Greylake forest. The thought of animals getting kill upset Sophia. She love animals and believe that animals should be free in the wild, not get trap in a cage.
As Sophia enter the school and walked in the corridor Aidan Hyland walked passed her and bumped her on her shoulder
'Watch where you’re going, freak’ shouted Aidan
'I-I’m sorry’ stuttered Sophia
Aidan had short slick black hair and ocean grey eyes. He had fair skin with a slight tan. He was medium build, 6 foot tall and Sophia thought that he had a great smile. Aidan was part of school’s basketball team of Crystaldale High.
The school bell started to ring. Sophia hurried to her locker to get her books for her next class.
Sophia has arrived to Math lesson on time and sit on her desk, She always sit at the middle row near the window, as the lesson about to start Aidan and his friend Tyler have walked thought the door and sat behind Sophia .
Tyler had dark blond short hair and brown eyes. Tyler sit behind Sophia and Aidan sit the desk beside him, Mr Eliot is our Math teacher was talking a math question, Sophia was contract on the question Tyler kick on Sophia’s chair, she turn around see Aidan and Tyler was laughing,
'C-can y-you p-please stop that’ she said nervously
'What did you said? Said Tyler ’ I c-c-can h-hear w-what you just say’ as Tyler taunt her.
'Tyler, are you chewing gum?’ said Mr Eliot,
'No Sir, said Tyler as Mr Eliot sat on his desk,
Tyler quickly put chew gum in Sophia’s hair
As Sophia try to work out math question, she felt a pull on her hair as she run her hair though her fingers she feel something sticky and realise that there is a chew gum in her hair,
Sophia raise her hand,
'Mr E-liot, M-may I go to the bathroom? She said quietly,
'Hurry back’ said Mr Eliot
Sophia run out of the classroom and rush to the girl bathroom. As Sophia look in the mirror to find the gum in her hair. She put the chew gum off her hair. It was painfully, she would sort out her hair when she get home. Sophia hurry back to the classroom, sat on her desk, and solve the math questions.
As the school was finished, Sophia was on her way to her dad’s coffee shop she put on her apron and get to work.
As Sophia finished her shift at the Hideout she goes home and does her homework. She was at her room, and getting her books out of her messenger bag when she realised that her art journal was not in her bag. Sophia rang her dad to see if she had left it at the Hideout. It was not there. If her art journal was not at the Hideout or in her bag then where is it?
She was searching for it frantically in her room.
Aidan and his friends were hanging out at his house. Tyler was looking though Sophia’s art journal.
“What are you looking at?” asked Aidan.
'Sophia’s journal’ answered Tyler.
'Where did you get it?’ inquired Aidan.
'I stole it when she was running to the bathroom’ said Tyler.
'Is there anything inserting in it?’ Aidan got curious.
“Nope just some drawings and poems. Hold on there is a drawing of you, it looks like someone has a crush on you, and there’s also a poem next to it” said Tyler.
Aidan took the journal out of Tyler’s hands and looked at the drawing and poem of him.
'Maybe you should go out with her’, Taunted Tyler.
Aidan’s eyes were glowing with anger, “I would never go out with a girl like her, she is a freak who can’t speak properly and is dumb.
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Pinches of dried herbs (choose from: thyme, rosemary, sage, basil, savory, marjoram, or combination)
Sea salt & black pepper
1 tbsp unbleached or whole what flour
½ - 1 cup vegetable broth
½ cup shredded cheese (optional)
Pie crust (handmade or storebought)
3 cups cooked mashed potatoes (optional)
Preheat oven to 350 F.
In a large saucepan, heat the olive oil and add any combination of the diced vegetables. Saute until tender; the cooked mixture should measure 2 - 3 cups.
To the sauteed vegetables, add any or all of the additional vegetables, to measure 1 - 2 cups when cooked (remember that greens will reduce in volume). Cook briefly to wilt the greens and heat frozen ingredients through.
Season with parsley, dried herbs, and salt and pepper to taste.
Sprinkle the mixture with flour. Stir well and simmer for a few minutes to allow the flour to cook, then add the vegetable breath, stirring until moist and thickened. At this stage, you may also add the cheese, if desired.
Place ingredients in a prepared round deep-dish pie plate. You may use a bottom crust, a top crust, or both, or no crust at all. If you decide to go crustless, top the pie with about 3 cups of cooked mashed potatoes.
You can cut or carve a symbol into the crust or potatoes, if you wish.
Bake your pie for 45 minutes, or until the crust is golden, and serve.
Serves 4 - 6.
[Recipe Source: Witch in the Kitchen, Cait Johnson, Destiny Books, 2001.]
I love that after the ‘Hello Patrick’, 'Hello Shelagh’ exchange in this scene, the next thing you hear is a tiny little 'AHJFWDVPX’ gulping noise from her (a gulp-ette?)
It’s like she’s getting adorably flustered just because he’s addressing her by her real name. Bless. :)