[ She's the one with the magic. Though he's fully aware that she's not quite as in control as she is later. But he believes in her. He's always believed in her. Especially when it comes to her magic. If she cannot make it work here then they'll find another way to break through this crack. His hook. Her desperate desire to punch almost everything. Which is naturally her first instinct here. He should have guessed. He's willing to go about that with her as well.
Killian gestures towards the wall with a smile. ]
By all means, love, give it a go. Unless you'd like us to punch it together? Get our bonding in early?
[ Is he he joking? Maybe. Maybe not. The couple that punches things together stays together right? ]
[ magic is great, but not everyone here has it, and most people have managed to navigate the memory situation alright. she's betting it's something that can be torn through, so when Hook allows her to take her chance, she steps back to prepare herself for this. there's a chance that it won't work and she'll break her hand trying, but hey, there are healers here. at the moment, it feels like a small price to pay for getting out of the remnants of the storm.]
I get the first hit. After that, you can bond with me all you want.
[ she may not be ready to call him her husband and settle into happily ever after, but she doesn't want to see anything happen to him here. it's why she doesn't hesitate to take the first punch, her hand (thankfully) slamming through the wall until the light on the other side glows brighter. it's all she needs to know to try again, literally willing to punch her way out if she has to.]
[ He is somewhat waiting for something to go wrong. Only because it's typically how things go in Storybrooke. Things go awry in some manner. Things don't quite pan out the way they hoped. He's very aware of that given that what he remembers last is the Black Fairy sending a curse to them. Eventually it mixed with the storm and here he is. Watching his wife try to break through this reality they're surrounded with. Using her bare hands.
There's a slight chuckle when she uses his words against him. He waits for her to take the first swing. He doesn't here a sickening crack of any bones thankfully. Instead Emma manages to get through. He doesn't move to step in. She's perfectly capable of punching her way through things. If she needs his help she'll ask. ]
[ 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.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Killian gestures towards the wall with a smile. ]
By all means, love, give it a go. Unless you'd like us to punch it together? Get our bonding in early?
[ Is he he joking? Maybe. Maybe not. The couple that punches things together stays together right? ]
no subject
I get the first hit. After that, you can bond with me all you want.
[ she may not be ready to call him her husband and settle into happily ever after, but she doesn't want to see anything happen to him here. it's why she doesn't hesitate to take the first punch, her hand (thankfully) slamming through the wall until the light on the other side glows brighter. it's all she needs to know to try again, literally willing to punch her way out if she has to.]
no subject
There's a slight chuckle when she uses his words against him. He waits for her to take the first swing. He doesn't here a sickening crack of any bones thankfully. Instead Emma manages to get through. He doesn't move to step in. She's perfectly capable of punching her way through things. If she needs his help she'll ask. ]
no subject
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.