ℰ𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝒞𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯 𝓢—parody

“ɪ ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴅs ғᴏʀ ᴀ sɪɢɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, @fatedfairytale.” || “𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞, 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞, @securesfate.”

[ℰ𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝒞𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯 𝓢—parody @VexingVisions]

* 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐄𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞.

❝𝘼𝙬𝙝 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠, 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚
𝙬𝙚 𝙜𝙤 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣. ❞

𝐀 𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 #𝕂𝐲𝔱𝔬𝔫 𝐎𝐫𝐢��𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐚𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐃𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞.

[ℰ𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝒞𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯 𝓢—parody @VexingVisions]

Sighs softly.

She exists.

But at what cost?

[ℰ𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝒞𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯 𝓢—parody @VexingVisions]

Don’t mind her, being absolutely smashed today.

She doesn’t want to hear one utterance of Happy Halloween or Birthday. She will indeed murder anyone who says it.

She just wants Emma.

[ℰ𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝒞𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯 𝓢—parody @VexingVisions]

+was an intoxication all it’s own.

[ℰ𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝒞𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯 𝓢—parody @VexingVisions]

She’s quite proud of her blonde, that her toes are safe. Although she doubts she’d have felt anything near pain at this moment. The vodka was doinf an amazing job. But oh that kiss—that was fireworks in her brain. She’s grinning like a fool after it, barely managing not to +

[𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐧 @fatedfairytale]

There’s something so attractive watching the other lead. She simply nods following the motion and steps, she’s somehow managed to not stomp on any toes. “I’m really enjoying this.” Her hands affectionately slide up and down her love’s back, keeping their distance close. It’s —

[ℰ𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝒞𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯 𝓢—parody @VexingVisions]

+ mess up the steps as she guides her Saviour to the right, and then back two steps. The hand on Emma’s hip moving slowly up her side. ❝ as am i, A ghrá. ❞ she whispers softly, lips having trailed after Emma’s and that kiss.

Dancing with her love and having her this close +

[ℰ𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝒞𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯 𝓢—parody @VexingVisions]

+the witch. ❝ ye’re doin’ fine, just follow my lead, a chorí. ❞ she mumbles softly, dropping her face so it’s mere in hes from Emma, as she tugged her closer against her and guides her to the left a step.

[ℰ𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝒞𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯 𝓢—parody @VexingVisions]

The glass and it’s precious contents are saved, barely but Emilie doesn’t mind. She’s enjoying being closer to her girlfriend. Her dopey grin turning to one more of love as she presses against Emma. One hand moving to rest on her blonde’s hip. A soft hiccup of a giggle escaping +

[𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐧 @fatedfairytale]

It’s impossible to not reciprocate the grin in view. All it takes is her girlfriend’s presence to feel a bit giddy. “Do you?” She asks softly, pulling her close with enough warning to spare the glass. “Enough to distract from my clear lack of experience, I hope.” There’s —

[ℰ𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝒞𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯 𝓢—parody @VexingVisions]

She loves Emma Swan so bloody much.

[ℰ𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝒞𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯 𝓢—parody @VexingVisions]

+and taking a swig. ❝ I like yer hands on me. ❞ she mumbles softly, grinning widely.

[ℰ𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝒞𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯 𝓢—parody @VexingVisions]

There’s a dopey grin on the witch’s face, she’s clearly buzzed, whether it’s the intoxication of the vodka or being this close to her Swan she shall never tell. (She’ll Claim it’s Emma, it’s always Emma). She’s swaying softly in the blonde’s grasp, holding her glass carefully+

[𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐧 @fatedfairytale]

Thank god. She’s not hesitating to take a sip, returning the glass immediately. This Swan needs both hands around the witch’s waist.

[ℰ𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝒞𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯 𝓢—parody @VexingVisions]

It’s a good thing the witch is willing to share her vodka with her favourite person. She’s got her glass held out. And music already playing for them.

[𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐧 @fatedfairytale]

The usual state of affairs then. She may find the courage to dance with some shared vodka.

[ℰ𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝒞𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯 𝓢—parody @VexingVisions]

She is vodka drunk and wants @fatedfairytale to hold her. And dance with her.

[ℰ𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝒞𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯 𝓢—parody @VexingVisions]

@fatedfairytale ╱ SHUT UP YOU DONT SUCK.

[ℰ𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝒞𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯 𝓢—parody @VexingVisions]

@fatedfairytale +her lips are crashing against Emma’s and she’s kissing her. As if her life depended on it.

[ℰ𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝒞𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯 𝓢—parody @VexingVisions]

@fatedfairytale +her face. The witch’s eyes never leaving her love, studying her. Every inch she can see, making sure she’s alright. And truly here. Her hands finally cup Emma’s jaw, and she’s letting out a staggering breath.

❝ I love you too. So gods damn much. ❞ she whispers, before +

[ℰ𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝒞𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯 𝓢—parody @VexingVisions]

@fatedfairytale +truly. Not yet. But gods she wasn’t letting go.

❝ I missed ye, so much. ❞ she hiccups out—and for once this bloody month, the hiccups are from tears, and sobs. Not the alcohol coursing through her veins. ❝ gods. ❞ she mutters, nearly breathless from the tears.

[ℰ𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝒞𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯 𝓢—parody @VexingVisions]

@fatedfairytale The witch may be shaking, she’s certain there are tears leaking from her eyes. Tears staining her love’s shoulder as she holds her ever so tight. ❝ a chorí. ❞ she mumbles, in disbelief.

She refuses to let go, lest this facade fade away. She couldn’t believe it, not +

[ℰ𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝒞𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯 𝓢—parody @VexingVisions]

She absolutely hates this day.

But dear 𝙜𝙤𝙙𝙨 that was the perfect birthday gift.