LET BRAVE WORDS BE SPOKEN FANFICTION ONCE UPON A TIME CRACK‘Ten feet tall, and bulletproof, right?’ Neal used to crack wise to her when he had felt her defenses were growing a bit too thick for her own good. Today, her emotions and senses on a total overload, she found no room to even attempt to reconcile his two selves, much less to hold up the walls (he would say battlements, probably) that were meant to protect what there might yet be of soft underbelly, of bruised heart, that she had left. Usually she deliberately chose not to think too deeply about a connection with that heroic character and the man standing before her. His daughter would be the first to admit that more than a little of her perception of him–not as David Nolan, but as Prince James–had been formed from reading Henry’s book tales, possibly exaggerated, of her father’s courage and bravery in the Enchanted Forest. And in most all situations a life of hard knocks had left her suspicious of both. Coddling was for sissies, right?Īs for Emma, she knew little enough of any line between comfort and coddling. And, she had actually spoken out against it. Who wouldn’t want such a person at their side in any time of crisis? She had only recently witnessed the tender way in which he attempted to guide Mary-Margaret through the wake of Cora’s death. So much emotional turmoil had overcome her in the last half-hour, and somehow she now found herself face-to-face in this moment of mind- and heart-splitting grief opposite David Nolan, the man who was her father. Snow White’s Storybrooke Loft – Emma Swan could not have easily said how she felt. It is up to Emma to share this news with her mother and father. Neal has fallen through a bean portal and is presumed dead or in the process of imminently dying from the duplicitous Tamara’s gunshot wound. Just prior to, and including, the staircase scene in “…And Straight On ‘Til Morning”, when Regina has not yet woken up to reveal that she no longer has possession of the Trigger, and that Storybrooke will shortly be obliterated. The Father-Daughter Dance II: Put Your Head on My Shoulder A/N: As I said about the original Father-Daughter Dance, the fact that Charming and Emma can’t be given an opportunity to have an interpersonal conversation or screen time together is poppycock of the highest balderdash variety.
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