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Post by Ash on Feb 8, 2017 17:01:44 GMT
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Verse: Once Upon A Time
Character Name: Emma Swan
Face-Claim: Jennifer Morrison
RP Sample: It had to be some cruel Deja Vu. Emma Swans eyes were closed. She slowly counted to three, breathing in and out deeply, as she silently prayed to the heavens, to anyone who would listen to her, not to take him away from her. She hoped to open her eyes to him standing over her, a warm smile on his lips and this look, as if he couldn’t be prouder of her, the love in his eyes. She hoped for it. But as she slowly opened her eyes, looking up to where she hoped she could meet his eyes, she saw a cold white wall only, a hospital wall. The beeping was slowly heard again, she had drowned it out, when her eyes were closed to pray. She wasn’t even religious normally. Like so many people she turned her thoughts to whatever god or higher power would listen to pray and beg for a loved one.
She was all alone in the room, apart from her fathers limb form, but she knew she wasn’t all alone in praying for him, not in the slightest. Outside, in the waiting room, half the town was assembled, waiting for any news at all. Slowly they would leave, but Emma wouldn’t. At home, in her parents apartment, she knew her mother would pray for her husband and she would feel guilty because she wasn’t here. However Emma knew in her heart, that her father would understand, would support it. Neal, her baby brother, was not allowed into ICU, the germs and bacteria were too dangerous for his young, fragile system. They wouldn’t risk his young life willingly, besides David wasn’t alone. Emma was still there to watch over him. He wouldn’t want his wife to be there, if their baby son needed her and he needed his mother, so it was just her holding his hand, hoping she could be enough. Could she ever be enough? They barely had time to bond. They were practically strangers still. And yet it was for a stranger, that he lay here now. He had protected a person he didn’t even know closely from what would have surely meant death for them. Emma only heard the stories in passing, when she ran passed everyone to get to his room as quickly as humanly possible. It was a miracle she didn’t fall, considering she felt like her limbs didn’t listen to her.
“Wake up, please.”
Emma pulled her legs underneath her, trying to find some form of comfort in the hard plastic chair, before reaching for her fathers cold hand again. It kept shocking her how cold he felt, how pale he was. If she was honest with herself, he looked more dead than alive and the thought alone drove tears into her eyes. She had cried before, hot tears running down her cheeks, wetting her gown. This was not fair. He felt guilty for not having been able to raise her, for 28 lost years in which she had to fight feeling abandoned, alone, worthless to her own parents, while she wasn’t worthless to them at all. For the past year, since she knew they were her parents, she hadn’t let them in, but they always let her come to them, always offered to be there for her, they made it very clear, that they would not leave her again, not unless she really wanted them to. He made it very clear that he was here for her not, that he wanted to bond, that he wanted to make up for lost time and be her father. And now there was the real possibility they would be robbed of this second chance. It felt like he was slipping through her fingers already, she feared she was right. It was not fair that she should be robbed of this chance, now she finally decided to let down her walls and let them in. She finally wanted to let go of the pain and fears and allow herself to be happy with them, to be a child, to allow herself to be vulnerable around them, to be truly happy and at home. But most importantly she worried about Neal. If David died now, her brother would never really get to know his father, he would share her fate a little, because he would have to grow up without a father, but not alone. Emma remembered the shock and joy on his face, when she finally called him ‘Dad’, maybe he would never hear it again, but if he died, he would never hear Neal call him 'Daddy’. She didn’t want for this to happen. She wanted to see his smile, when Neal walked and talked and know it would have been there for her, too. This would have been her home, had fate not tricked them out of all of this. They had so much to make up for, yet they were losing their chance…
“Please wake up. Please don’t leave us. You can’t leave us, Dad. You can’t just die. Not now. We need you. We have a lifetime to catch up on and Neal needs you. You can’t leave him. He needs his Dad, You can’t leave him, please. I’d give anything. Dad… Mum needs you, Neal needs you. Please. I’m not leaving you here alone, but please wake up. I need you… I love you, Dad… please…”
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Preferred OOC Name/Nickname: Ash
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Post by Angelina Saunders on Feb 8, 2017 17:13:15 GMT
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