Mary Margaret took a step forward, to try and look at what Emma had been doing to her shirt to look that first so resigned. Only to cringe a little, wrinkling up her nose, at the sight of the shirt and the darker circle of dampness.
Was that silk? Had she actually tried to fix it in the kitchen sink?
Except then Emma asked that question again.
Mary Margaret's mouth trembles, and she tries twice, to part her lips, for any other words, any other sounds. She isn't sure what. She couldn't say it's nothing and have it come out right. Like she could pretend there wasn't a fault line ripped open only minutes ago in someone elses unexpected arms.
Mary Margaret shook her head, wishing the cloying sensation from her throat. Because there is only one thing she can say. Especially to Emma.
She swallowed, and looked guiltily toward her counter, struggling to keep her vision still clear. Especially given Emma's No Nonsense advice at lunch. "I resigned from Storybrooke General."
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Date: 2012-03-30 10:49 pm (UTC)Was that silk? Had she actually tried to fix it in the kitchen sink?
Except then Emma asked that question again.
Mary Margaret's mouth trembles, and she tries twice, to part her lips, for any other words, any other sounds. She isn't sure what. She couldn't say it's nothing and have it come out right. Like she could pretend there wasn't a fault line ripped open only minutes ago in someone elses unexpected arms.
Mary Margaret shook her head, wishing the cloying sensation from her throat. Because there is only one thing she can say. Especially to Emma.
She swallowed, and looked guiltily toward her counter, struggling to keep her vision still clear. Especially given Emma's No Nonsense advice at lunch. "I resigned from Storybrooke General."