emma ☞ graham

the-scruffy-sheriff:

Graham had dreaded going into the station today. Everyone had been on edge lately and someone was bound to snap sooner or later. He was still desperately avoiding Emma to the point that it was getting ridiculous. Even his talk with Mary Margaret about it all hadn’t helped, which was shocking since his best friend usually got him through most crises. Emma was still most likely fuming but he wasn’t sure since, again, he was avoiding her like the plague. And Gerard had still been silent after all the tragic events with Anne. Despite things apparently getting better, the kid still wasn’t himself. All in all the sheriff’s office had been a mess. Graham was just happy there was no paperwork.

He flipped through some of the papers on his desk and became increasingly more interested in them and his coffee as he heard the door open. He could tell from the slightly softer footsteps that it was Emma. Prepared to face the silence, he was stunned when she strolled up to his desk and awkwardly attempted a conversation starter.

He stared for a moment in shock before responding quickly, desperate to capture the moment of civility. “Uh…Hi!” he greeted back with a slight smile. “Just…looking through some things. Figuring out the schedule for the day. You alright?” She looked tired, though he’d never point it out for fear of getting hit.

She seemed a little air-headed perhaps, still going over what it is in her head as opposed to listening to what he was saying in the here and now. “Yeah, yeah, I’m great,” she replied, then letting out an involuntary yawn. Halfway through, she remembered the polite thing to do was to cover her mouth and placed her hand to her lips. “Oh, that’s good, figuring things out…” she said, biting her bottom lip for a moment as she waded through the awkwardness of not knowing what to say. She lingered for a second before deciding to just concede and come out with it.

“About the flowers…” she started slowly, “you know, from Valentine’s Day. Not that there were other days of me receiving flowers…” Emma rambled, the words in her head not quite coming out right. “Anyway. Uh, they were nice.” In her thoughts, what was supposed to come out was a little more appreciative and yet more forboding than the bland statement that it ended up.

(Source: emma---swan)

emma ☞ graham

Emma made her way into the office with baggy eyes, the result of a lack of sleep the previous. Silly Emma had stayed up watching television, not initially intending to do so. But she’d gotten caught up in the show, and then found herself drinking another cup of coffee and suddenly it was a restless night. Of course, her resolve to not work nights at the station, meant that she had to at least come in the day. So here she was. Plus, she had plotted a few words to say to the Sheriff in her mind. Of course, what was said in her mind and what usually came out of her mouth were often two very different things.

With a shrug of her shoulders, she spotted Graham by his desk and walked right on over. Strutted almost. “Uhm, hey,” she greeted, just the slightest bit tentative. “What are you up to?” she asked, and it sounded extremely unlike her, to go with small talk, but the words Emma had in her head weren’t something she could start with. It had to be put into sneakily conversation so it didn’t sound like she had been planning it. Actually, a normal person probably would have just come out with it. But Emma didn’t always prove to be a normal person.

charmingofstorybrooke:

Happy Valentines Day! 

There’s nothing happy about it.

Yay. Valentine’s Day.