Magic's dead

"What's on your mind?"
◥		augustusbooth-blog

^{What was he to say to that? In the best-case of all scenarios that Neal had rehearsed in his head, he would have the perfect explanation as to why he had picked up the phone and dialed August’s number, but the moment he heard the man’s voice, there was a distinct case of radio silence inside Neal’s mind. Funny, how in most situations, he would know exactly what to say, yet when it concerned Emma and the situation she was currently in, he was at a loss for words. After a deep breath and a careful recollection of his previous thoughts on the matter, Neal cleared his throat and finally spoke up.}

^{“I don’t—-it doesn’t feel right. You said this was in her best interest, that she’s supposed to fulfill some destiny or another? I just can’t justify the fact that I put her behind bars for crimes that I committed.”}

^{Pressing his lips together, Neal’s entire expression turned sour, and he started pacing through the room he was currently occupying. Another silence, though not because of an absence of thoughts this time, in fact, he was being pestered by an onslaught of guilty conscience. And amidst the guilt, a single, burning question.}

^{“How’s she holding up?”}

"You keep going and leave me here."
◥		belletheoutsider

^{“No, that’s—-no.”}

^{A plethora of thoughts ran through his mind that very moment, none of them very productive, nor particularly cheerful, at that. Perhaps if he had paid better heed to certain warnings, perhaps if he had protected her—-no, none of this was their fault. But it wasn’t something he could fix there and then. As his hands slipped around her waist and his arms under her body for support, he could feel the warmth of fresh blood seeping onto his clothes. After a moment of thought, he tore a piece of cloth off the bottom of his cloak and wrapped it carefully around her torso.}

^{"Try to hold still and keep pressure on it. I’m not leavin’ you here, and I sure as hell ain’t planning to let you bleed out, either. You ready?”}

^{Counting back from three as to give her a bit of time to brace herself, because even though he tried to be as gentle as possible, there was no way there wasn’t going to be at least some form of light shocking as he lifted her into his arms, he inhaled, disconnecting her body from the ground and using the momentum to gently position her in his arms in what he thought would be the most comfortable position, for as far as him running through the woods to find help with her in his arms had any resemblance of comfort for her.}

The young boy was new to Neverland. Nibs had seen so many before Baelfire but none as....spirited. The sword lessons were over and Nibs stopped him. They were far away from the rest of the boys, and Peter. He spoke freely - "Baelfire I know this is not where you wanted to be. And if I had the power to send you back, I would. But I don't - all I can do is teach you to survive. I will never make you a promise I don't intend to keep. Ever." He smiled sadly. "Okay?"
◥		perieratx

^{“I know how to survive.”}

^{The boy took pause after those words, clearly aware of the fact that he was being unreasonable towards his new-found teacher, but as of yet unable to admit it to him. It was true that he knew how to survive in the Land Without Magic; he’d lived on the streets for quite some time before the Darling family had taken him in, but Neverland was an entirely different path to cross. And even though he didn’t intend to stay on that path for very long, he would greatly benefit from getting to know about the hidden perils of the place Pan called home.}

^{"Okay—-fine. But once I find a way to get out of here, I will, you know that, right?”}

^{Another brief pause before he continued for a more personal question.}

^{“Don’t you want to leave? Some of you seem so at home here…I don’t understand how anyone can feel at home here.”}

Little Thing
◥		perieratx

Send "Little thing" and my character will tell you something as a child.

^{—-I accidentally ate some of the berries near the edge of the camp. Was that a bad idea?}

Little thing
◥		magicisacrutch-deactivated20161

Send "Little thing" and my character will tell you something as a child.

^{I saw a falling star last night, Papa. I wished it would give you peace of mind—-you look so tired. I wish you didn’t have to be tired and sad all the time.}

★ ;
◥		justanorphan-archive

Send me "★" and I will pick a film/show at random and use a scene or idea as a prompt to write a drabble for our characters.

^{To say goodbye is perhaps the hardest thing in the universe, no matter the realm one was born in or the values one grew up with. Yet their departure had been a necessity, but that did not make it less difficult to deal with. The green smoke had already wrapped its deceitful tendrils around the inhabitants of Storybrooke, clouding their vision from the young blonde mother and her son, and ready to transport the whole of Storybrooke back to the Enchanted Forest. But to say goodbye when the most important thing was left unspoken was something Neal had not quite planned to do. Not that any of this had been carefully planned out, but his next action was yet another spur of the moment one.}

^{As Emma and Henry stood by as idle viewers of the oncoming curse, a vaguely see-through figure appeared before them. It resembled Neal, but it was apparent that he was not there in the flesh—-not anymore. His voice was hollow, yet he carried a smile directed at the both of them. The only true family he had left. The family he was leaving behind. The corners of his mouth twisted into a mixture of sadness and that same smile he attempted to keep up, and Emma’s eyebrows pulled together into a frown as she fixed her gaze on him.}

^{“Where are you?” He was supposed to be in the Enchanted Forest by now, wasn’t he? His answer more or less confirmed her suspicion.}

^{“On my way home, I guess is the right answer. Found one tiny lil’ gap in the curse that’s about to close.”}

^{The smile returned to his features in full force, then, but he could not quite get rid of the sadness in his eyes.}

^{“Takes a lotta power to fight it. Not sure how much longer I’ve left.”}

^{Henry pulled away from his mother’s grip, closing the distance between him and the father he hadn’t nearly been able to spend enough time with. Neal’s fingers fanned out as if to accommodate the boy, but by the time Henry had physically reached out to him, it was like attempting to grab a hold of thin air.}

^{“You be good, alright?”}

^{He then threw a single look over his shoulder, features cramped, as though something had just caught him by surprise. Of course, there was no surprise in the fact that the curse was catching up on him, but there was so much he wanted to say before departure. She opened her mouth as if to speak, but closed it when words wouldn’t form, and he leaned forward to express the last whisper of a fading remark.}

^{“Emma Swan——”}

^{And just like that, he was gone.}

I want to be all over Dark!Bae, but that open makes it iffy if Rumple is welcome. (I still wanna do an AU where Bae becomes Dark One instead of his Papa).
◥		k2esso-blog

^{(outoffire; Well, he’s spent all this time convinced his Papa’s dead, no one ever said he actually was ;D I currently already have a thread where Neal becomes the Dark One, so that’s why I chose this verse in stead.)}

iiiii am all over that dark baelfire au open -- as soon as i get back to my dorm e_E u little shit.
◥		whenmylifebegan

^{it’s hAPPENING huehuehue}

i aM A WRECK BC OF THAT OPEN GDI MONA
◥		donjuanwasnothing-archive-blog

^payback

12) My muse’s first contact with a representative of another culture (or species, in an SF/F setting).
◥		blanchardsnow-deactivated201405

^{“Think ‘e’s dead?”}

^{The voices were distant, then, but they came with an accent that Baelfire surely would have raised his eyebrows at, had he been fully aware of the situation. They spoke a language similar to the one he was familiar with, but with a very peculiar cadence to it, almost foreign. Almost?}

^{“Poke’m with a stick an’ find out. ‘Ere, lemme at it.”}

^{There was a dull sensation to the boy’s left side, before it became so sharp it shook him back to full consciousness in a snap of a moment. The scruffy-looking youth sat up, rubbing his head and blinking a few times in attempt to regain grip on the situation. What had happened? The last thing he remembered was—-the portal, of course. He’d opened a portal between worlds with a magic bean with the intention of taking his father to this new world without magic, but…}

^{The memory was too fresh on his mind, so fresh it made him wince. In stead, he decided to focus on the situation at hand. Jolting upward, he startled the band of boys that had been hovering over his crumpled-up and unconscious body just moments ago.}

^{“It lives!”}

^{Bae frowned at the remark; what an odd thing to say.}

^{“I am no ‘it’. W—-who are you? Where am I?”}

^{The boys exchanged glances, before throwing a collective, questioning -and perhaps slightly ridiculing- look in his direction. The boy that had called him an ‘it’ spoke up once more.}

^{“Are you daft, or what? Your mum drop you on the head? Why, look around you, kid; you’re in London.”}

^{Of course, Baelfire didn’t need further urging to indeed look around, studying his surroundings for as far as his gaze could stretch, and he frowned in conclusion that, in contrast with his homeland, the horizon was clouded by buildings, and the streets were as crowded as a small village on a market day—-perhaps even more crowded. But what puzzled him more was the odd name the older boy had given him.}

^{“What’s a London?”}

^{The three street rats shook their heads, playing it off as though they’d just dragged something insane out of the gutter—-but in the end, this first impression had given them enough incentive to keep the strange young lad around. Because if someone didn’t know what ‘a London’ was, surely they must have quite the interesting story to tell.}