[ mary margaret’s loft is a brick-walled, open-concept studio with a single bathroom hidden behind frosted windows, and beds stashed on two different levels. the table is set for three, though no one is seated there.
behind the kitchen counter, emma stares blankly into a mug of hot cocoa with cinnamon powdered on top of the whipped cream. henry sits at the breakfast bar in front of the kitchen, opposite his mother, swinging his legs and waving a wooden toy sword around to keep himself occupied.
when gold and regina enter, emma doesn’t react. she stands unflinching, unresponsive, but it’s henry who rises to greet them. ]
Hey! [ he sounds exactly like the boy regina misses dearly, but he’s much less welcoming than her own imposter had been. ] You’re not supposed to be here!
closed | for gold & regina
behind the kitchen counter, emma stares blankly into a mug of hot cocoa with cinnamon powdered on top of the whipped cream. henry sits at the breakfast bar in front of the kitchen, opposite his mother, swinging his legs and waving a wooden toy sword around to keep himself occupied.
when gold and regina enter, emma doesn’t react. she stands unflinching, unresponsive, but it’s henry who rises to greet them. ]
Hey! [ he sounds exactly like the boy regina misses dearly, but he’s much less welcoming than her own imposter had been. ] You’re not supposed to be here!