spoilers for 6.17; some young emma angst; some hook angst; shadow angst
Cosmic Love
I took the stars from our eyes, and then I made a map
And knew that somehow I could find my way back
-Florence and the Machine
“Who’s there?”
Emma sat up in a panic, looking around from her top bunk and trying to figure out what had startled her out of sleep. She could hear the soft snores of Sophia, the girl in the bottom bunk, but she didn’t think that was the noise she’d heard. She lay there for a few seconds, taking very deep, very careful breaths through her nose, trying to calm her racing heart. After a while, her thoughts and heart caught up to each other, and she could feel herself falling back to sleep.
I’m not afraid of the dark, she told herself defiantly. Just the stuff that moves around in it.
She turned onto her side, sighing and yawning, her eyes going to slits as she settled away from a sharp spring poking her in the hip. Sophia snorted and it nearly made her laugh–until she noticed a slight movement on the wall opposite her bed.
I’m not afraid of the dark. I’m not.
Against her better judgment, Emma opened her eyes wider, telling herself that she was brave, and that it was nothing. Then she sighed with relief; it was just a tree branch moving around outside–must’ve been windy or something–the shadows flitting around on the wall inside the little room she shared with three other kids. She watched it for a little while, the little spots of light dancing around the leaves. After a while, it became soothing, watching those shadows. Almost friendly. Kind of comforting, actually.
cosmic love–a post-ep cs ff
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