[ living here isn't that different from living in Storybrooke. for every step forward they take, they're usually sent two steps back, stumbling deeper into a war that none of them fully understand. there's always something to keep things chaotic, whether it's the warring factions or the threat of the storm. for once, she's just glad that her methods seem to work. she feels the way the illusion shatters around the force she puts into it, and one punch becomes two, and then three.
it takes her a moment to realize that Killian isn't doing the same, that he's letting her have this and maybe (just maybe) she's getting a little carried away. in the moment, it's enough just to being able to take a few swings at the memories around her, but by the time the space is wide enough for them to get through, she's breathless and looking a little ashamed of herself, reluctantly reaching for her pirate's hand to bring him back into the world they're meant to call home now.
it still doesn't feel like one, but she tends to think it'll take more than an apartment and a job for it to become a place she has any connection to.] ... Let's go.
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it takes her a moment to realize that Killian isn't doing the same, that he's letting her have this and maybe (just maybe) she's getting a little carried away. in the moment, it's enough just to being able to take a few swings at the memories around her, but by the time the space is wide enough for them to get through, she's breathless and looking a little ashamed of herself, reluctantly reaching for her pirate's hand to bring him back into the world they're meant to call home now.
it still doesn't feel like one, but she tends to think it'll take more than an apartment and a job for it to become a place she has any connection to.] ... Let's go.