[ Let's not overlook the sealed record; a sealed record says a lot. It points to someone desperate, someone alone. No support system, no honest way of getting by on her own.
Emma used to have a friend who thought being a runaway was some big adventure, but it was never anything like that. It was scary for dozens of reasons, and upsetting for a few hundred more. Regina used to like to argue that her past was an indicator of who she is now, and no matter how much she changes, she still walks with the shadow of someone who's too afraid to hope for permanence.
She turns her hand over, lets their fingers lace together. It's not asking or expecting anything of him. Count the number of times they've touched under normal circumstances and she could probably fit them on one hand. It's not normal to be abandoned, they both learned that sooner than they would have liked to, but it's a part of their past. She can understand why he's so at home with animals, they took care of him when no one else would. That kind of connection must be powerful, but Emma's never felt it.]
Don't be. [Sorry, because that's not why she told him. People have felt sorry for her for as long as she can remember, she doesn't want to lump him with that. It's not until he continues that she can breathe again, the pad of her thumb stroking across his knuckle in a quiet gesture of gratitude. Wasn't she supposed to be the one making him feel better about this? He's the one carrying guilt for who he was, and that was never her intention in the first place.]
Are you inviting me into your wolfpack? [ She smiles playfully for a moment, then lets that comment settle into something a little more serious.] Good, because I like who you are now.
[She can handle rejection at the hands of his younger self. It's who he's become that she'd like to keep in her life.]
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Date: 2016-10-11 01:59 am (UTC)Emma used to have a friend who thought being a runaway was some big adventure, but it was never anything like that. It was scary for dozens of reasons, and upsetting for a few hundred more. Regina used to like to argue that her past was an indicator of who she is now, and no matter how much she changes, she still walks with the shadow of someone who's too afraid to hope for permanence.
She turns her hand over, lets their fingers lace together. It's not asking or expecting anything of him. Count the number of times they've touched under normal circumstances and she could probably fit them on one hand. It's not normal to be abandoned, they both learned that sooner than they would have liked to, but it's a part of their past. She can understand why he's so at home with animals, they took care of him when no one else would. That kind of connection must be powerful, but Emma's never felt it.]
Don't be. [Sorry, because that's not why she told him. People have felt sorry for her for as long as she can remember, she doesn't want to lump him with that. It's not until he continues that she can breathe again, the pad of her thumb stroking across his knuckle in a quiet gesture of gratitude. Wasn't she supposed to be the one making him feel better about this? He's the one carrying guilt for who he was, and that was never her intention in the first place.]
Are you inviting me into your wolfpack? [ She smiles playfully for a moment, then lets that comment settle into something a little more serious.] Good, because I like who you are now.
[She can handle rejection at the hands of his younger self. It's who he's become that she'd like to keep in her life.]