A Curse Upon Thee 3-12

“… the Infinite Forest.” After literally days after days of walking, the suffocating tree line finally opened up. One second, he’d been ducking another thick branch that hung too low and seemed magically and vindictively determined to keep smacking him right in the face. The next, all five of them stood right at the edge…

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A pitiful pile of orange embers stared back at him from his bedroll, the glow doing almost nothing against the gold glare of morning light already edging over the edge of the world and filtering through the trees. Arms crossed behind his head, blue eyes stared straight up, up, and even higher up; nowhere else…

The coffee was still warm in his hand — not piping hot, because he wasn’t stupid — but still warm when Finn finally spotted her. “Mornin’, Effie.” The woman most in Storybrooke knew as Effie sat bundled up outside Granny’s Diner, layered four different oversized sweaters deep — and at least half that many knitted…

“FINN!” He looked up from the black mouth of the wishing well, the empty stone bottom yawning back at him with a depth he couldn’t measure with his eyes. “FINN!” His mouth fell open at the sight of her as she pushed through the trees, her face red and eyes watery under the light of…

Finn sat on the counter, bare feet dangling, while Ruby moved around the kitchen like an expert cook. The cold kitchen air didn’t bother him much, his filthy mud-splattered shirt somewhere off in the corner after he went to the bathroom to wash up. He didn’t miss the way Ruby’s eyes had stayed on his…