There's a calm settling over Mary Margaret now. All her energy is expended, her frantic babbling soothed by a long breath, making her shoulders lift and fall.
She looks like someone who's come to a decision that both terrifies and excites her, but there's a look of such peace on her face that Emma can't help but think it's ultimately the right one.
Hell. They care about each other. That much is obvious to anyone with eyes, and they should be together, if it's going to make them this happy, if Mary Margaret's going to have that glow to her cheeks and this new way of holding herself, like she doesn't need to be so careful, like she doesn't always have to tuck her arms around herself like a bird with a crippled wing.
It makes her smile, pure warmth, a little of that peace allowing itself to be borrowed and cherished because this, this is a special moment. It's when Mary Margaret makes the choice to allow herself to want something, to want someone, and lets herself realize that she deserves this.
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She looks like someone who's come to a decision that both terrifies and excites her, but there's a look of such peace on her face that Emma can't help but think it's ultimately the right one.
Hell. They care about each other. That much is obvious to anyone with eyes, and they should be together, if it's going to make them this happy, if Mary Margaret's going to have that glow to her cheeks and this new way of holding herself, like she doesn't need to be so careful, like she doesn't always have to tuck her arms around herself like a bird with a crippled wing.
It makes her smile, pure warmth, a little of that peace allowing itself to be borrowed and cherished because this, this is a special moment. It's when Mary Margaret makes the choice to allow herself to want something, to want someone, and lets herself realize that she deserves this.
"You tell me."