open-ish | i'm just trying to find my way to you

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CHARACTERS: EMMA SWAN and HOOK, SIX; and GOLD; others as they happen
LOCATION: Medical Bay ; Floor 013 ; others as they happen
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Catch-all for September closed logs.
NOTES: If you wanna hit Emma up for anything, feel free to drop your own starter in this post, or get in touch with me.

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[ While Emma's fairly certain Hook could give her a happy ending, she sincerely doubts that it's the same kind her mother is thinking of. (Not entirely true. A tiny part of her that she thought she'd lost after she lost Neal still holds onto some sense of hope, and it's reignited by the way her chest swells where Hook is concerned. She chooses to violently disregard that sentiment.) ]

You sound like Kate.

[ Or, more accurately, Kate sounds like her. This is like the moment she realizes she married her father, except with friendship and her mom. Which is exactly the same, shut up. Sighing, Emma shakes her head. A beat. Her eyebrows raise and a wry smile pulls across her features. ]

This is killing you, isn't it?

[ That the word happy ending just entered a conversation about Emma sucking face with a pirate. Better to deflect from sorting out her own feelings on the subject and instead address how Mary Margaret is dealing with it. ]

i'm sorry i'm apparently incapable of being wholly serious in a tag rn

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Good. I'm glad I'm not the only one around here giving much-needed pep talks!

[ See, Emma? Snow approves of your friend! Don't you have the coolest mom? Maybe you can all hang out sometime! Maybe? ...No? ]

I just want you to be happy.

[ La la la, this isn't about me, Emma~ ]

serious tags = overrated

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And you think that I would be with Hook.

[ Is she asking Mary Margaret's honest opinion here or putting her on the spot for the sake of deflection? The world may never know. It's a little from column a, a little from column b. She seems somewhat reticent to accept that conclusion, at least outwardly. The possibility has, of course, occurred to her before this point. ]

this is why we are friends

[rebelprincess]

I think you could be with Hook.

[ A+ mothering, throwing in a disclaimer so that if it doesn't pan out, she can't say but you said! Good job, Snow. ]

I think you'll never know if you don't try. And believe me, a missed opportunity can weigh so heavy on your heart.

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[ Emma's lips part as she gears up to say something, but she falls silent in the face of Mary Margaret's last remark. A soft sort of misery strikes in her eyes, squeezing her chest. Of course she knew. They both knew what missing out on something that could have had was like. Regina and Gold had denied them so much.

And now she was ready to throw away the opportunity for something better. Was it so much better, clinging onto years of abandonment and loneliness, refusing to even consider moving forward? Taking a chance?

It seems to strike an effective cord, because Emma can only drop her gaze, turning slightly away as it really hits home. She lets the fact that she has this choice sink in, realizing it's never been up to her before. ]

We didn't miss all of it.

[ A good wrap on the Hook subject. She'll give it more thought, that much is evident, but for now, she wants to do what Emma does best: push it down. Blue eyes level up against Snow's, and she tries a faint smile. ]

[rebelprincess]

[ It's not necessarily easier for Snow to smile, but relief that, this time, she seems to have said the right thing helps immensely. ]

No, and thank goodness for that.

[ Her smile fades again, and she squares up her shoulders. ] I suspect I've nagged at you enough for one day. [ She doesn't see it as nagging, but she suspects Emma might. It's easier to put the onus on herself. ] I should leave you be, let you have your space. But... you know you can always call me any time, right? For anything.

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I know.

[ And judging by the look on her face, it means more to her than she knows how to say. Pulling her lips briefly between her teeth, Emma gives a quick nod and takes a step back, ready to excuse herself. ]

I—Thanks.

[ Before things can get more awkwardly emotional, she turns to leave. ]