Emma Swan

a close up of a woman wearing a white jacket and red lipstick ALT: a close up of a woman wearing a white jacket and red lipstick

Lips 𝒓𝒆𝒅 as blood. Hair 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 as night.
Bring me your 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕, my dear, 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒓
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝑺𝑵𝑶𝑾 𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑻𝑬.

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I mean, it’s not horrible but not a favorite, I suppose after a few I won’t care though.

•Green eyes focus in on her friend, lips curved into a smile. Emma was thankful to be there with her tonight, any night, she was the one person who made her feel something, anything, everything•

for you. Bottoms up!

•Taking the stem of the glass between her fingers, it’s quickly lifted to her nose for a sniff because, it’s just what she does with her food and drinks…
Taking a sip, her lips purse and her nose scrunched even more•

Oh, yeah, that’s uh definitely Ruby. •nods• +

We, Tink, we will have fun. Unless you’d rather just have girl time.

•Emma’s eyes watch the other blondes expression very closely as she swallow the pink creation and exclaims that it is ‘very Ruby’ which elicits a preemptive nose scrunch from the sheriff•

Never forget that I’m doing this +

the shoulder while giving a toothy smile and brow wag•

Ladies choice, bestie.

•Emma follows suit by scoping out the pool tables and a few college aged guys throwing darts in the corner, leaning in to speak quietly•

I think we have a better shot at the pool table. At least they are horrible looking, should ease the sting a bit.

•Expelling a breathy laugh, she pats Tink on+

•Emma shook her head, curls bouncing as a laugh emitted•

Oh, well when you put it that way, I’m in. Who wouldn’t want to see things from a wolf’s perspective?

•smacking her hand atop the bar, her lips purse briefly•

But, yeah, just in case let’s have that chaser on deck. Safety first and all.

against her friends with a brief toast.

“To breaking the rules with great friends.”

She chuckles, offering the wolf a bright smile and a nod of appreciation and approval.

Lifting the mug, the blonde inhales the sent of whisky, cinnamon and cocoa perfectly blended together before taking a sip only to hum in delight as it trails down her throat.

“It’s deliciously perfect!”

Another sip quickly follows. As Ruby returns with her own mug, Emma lifts her to clink +

practically brushing against her dirty-blonde companion’s ear.
Better for her to hear Emma, naturally.•

remains firmly in place where it started across the room. Perhaps out of protection, perhaps out of comfort or maybe out of longing•

Alright, I’ll try one, just one of those things Ruby was talking about, after that I’ll need a real drink.

•Her voice louder but not much as her lips were +

the simply purpose of not being separated, of course. At least she tells herself that. Following her companion ever so closely as they weave through crowds of young girls gossiping about the hot guy at the bar and drunk men making mindless bets until they reach the bar top, and still Emma’s hand +

•At Tink’s retort Emma knows she hit a touchy subject but says nothing in reply rather she repeats the question, her voice elevated in a quizzical tone as if to say ‘what the fuck is that?’•

Syrupy special? Really?

•once inside, the blonde instinctively places her hand on Tink’s lower back, for+

“Oorrrr-“ Emma glances around, taking note of few very townsfolk in the diner, green eyes alight with a hint of mischief “We could alway break in to Granny’s secret stash and give our cocoa a punch.” She chuckles, dabbing her finger into the whipped cream.
“I’m free if you’re free, Rubes.”

blonde curls to cascade over her shoulder and as the near the entrance, she quickens her pace to ensure she opens the door, in true Swan-like fashion•

I know, it really has but we’re gonna fix that. I promise. Now get your cute fairy butt in here. I need a drink or three.

Well now that’s adorable.
•Emma presses her index finger to Tinks nose and smiles brightly•

Sexy black dress, check. Sexy messy up do, check. Pretty smile, double check. You’ll have them eating out of the palm of you hand.

•with one hand Emma swipes the hair from beneath her jacket allowing +

Sounds like it’s a busy night. You got your game face on?

•glancing down at her plain attire of light almost acid-washed skinny jeans, her fitted black T and maroon leather coat Emma shrugs. If her clothing could speak it would tell all her secrets. The snips of music grew louder with each step and even more so with patrons entering and exiting the bar• +

Naturally, did you think I actually missed you, Tink?

•The blonde snickers at the swat and her own retort to the fairy being used as bait, if she only knew the truth.•

Nah, you are my best gal, promise. We can totally switch up the roles but I think you’re way more of a hottie than I am.

+

merely a way to get Tink out of her armor and see that gorgeous smile without being detected.•

I think I’ll have a beer or maybe a Long Island.

usually do that one we get some money or two we get a few free drinks. Besides, I’ve see you turn on the charm. Just distract them with that smile.

•The savior was no saint and certainly had a history for deceiving men, in fact back in Boston it was a favorite past time. However now, it was +

Oh gods, is it a fruity drink? Rubs can be a bit girly sometimes.

•Emma chuckles, following her friend closely, attempting to kick her heel in hopes of playfully tripping her up. Of course giving the blonde the opportunity to catch her if stumbling occurs•

Yeah, I thought if we win, and we +

one on one time with my best gal. Drinks at the Hole? Maybe a round of pool?

Heeyyy!

•the blonde pouts briefly but exposes a laugh at the shove.•

You do love to tease me. For a second there I was about to go fight Belle.

•Emma laughs again, shrugging her shoulders•

Nothing really, paperwork at the station, budget reports and pissing off Regina. I could go for some +

Oh, nothing. Literally nothing is going on.

•Emma sighs but quickly perks up as the cocoa is set before her•

Rubs, have I ever told you your my best friend, along with Tink. You just made my night.

•entering the diner, bell chiming to alert the entire place of her entrance, Emma slides onto a stool at the counter in front of @unrulyclaws.bsky.social and begins fidgeting with the silverware directly in front of her•

Rubes, what time are you off?

Sheriffing? No. I’ve let David take on most of that responsibility. I think it makes him feel like he has some purpose.

•Emma chuckles and scuffs a boot across the pavement, her eyes meeting the fairy’s as she mockingly batts her eyelashes•

Do you wanna hang out with your bestie?

•Emma laughs softly with a shake of her head at Tinks frustration, because in part she was right.•

I think Sidney just does it to kiss Regina’s ass these days. I swear it’s like someone’s always watching. Anyways, where the hell have you been hiding?

Pppttssss, hey, you,
@apteralicarus.bsky.social

•Emma cast a narrowed yet playful glance at her friend•

Stop lurking like Sidney, it’s creepy.

“Has anyone seen this beautiful creature around??”

sighs, missing Tink tremendously for many reasons