[ showing up at all is a decision that Emma has made against her better judgement. nothing good has ever come from a "special surprise" on February 14th -- especially one organized by a stranger for reasons completely unknown to Emma. she wouldn't have signed up for this on her own, wouldn't have willingly volunteered for the ridiculous hell that is a blind date on Valentine's day.
but it's either that or an empty apartment and an evening where she's guaranteed to dwell over the memory of a pirate who used to pine for her, or the parents whose love was so true that Walt Disney found a way to monetize it. she opts for the unknown just for the sake of getting out of her place for a while, clad in a red coat and leather dress. it's comfortable enough to fight in if this is a trap, because that thought has crossed her mind a few times, too.
she's learned to expect the worst. they're not in Storybrooke anymore. in this world, it only makes sense to.
walking in, the only battle to be found is between dueling red and pink hearts that are more than a little excessive, and she's not sure whether she's relieved or disappointed when she's directed towards perfectly ordinary tables obviously meant for two. the names at the empty ones are most unfamiliarly, at least until she spots her own and is led over to her seat. any attempts to question her server just earn her a knowing smile and a suggestion of a specialty drink ( which she accepts, because she has a feeling she'll need it), before the candles are lit and Emma is left to wait.
it gives her just enough time to take her coat off before she looks over, finally getting a glimpse of the name on the chair across from hers. there's something between amusement and disbelief in her tone when she says it aloud, and somehow her timing is just good enough to catch him approaching in the same moment.] Thor.
[ two minutes in, and no - this isn't really how she saw the night going. her "date" is the front end of the dragon.]
closed to Thor Odinson
but it's either that or an empty apartment and an evening where she's guaranteed to dwell over the memory of a pirate who used to pine for her, or the parents whose love was so true that Walt Disney found a way to monetize it. she opts for the unknown just for the sake of getting out of her place for a while, clad in a red coat and leather dress. it's comfortable enough to fight in if this is a trap, because that thought has crossed her mind a few times, too.
she's learned to expect the worst. they're not in Storybrooke anymore. in this world, it only makes sense to.
walking in, the only battle to be found is between dueling red and pink hearts that are more than a little excessive, and she's not sure whether she's relieved or disappointed when she's directed towards perfectly ordinary tables obviously meant for two. the names at the empty ones are most unfamiliarly, at least until she spots her own and is led over to her seat. any attempts to question her server just earn her a knowing smile and a suggestion of a specialty drink ( which she accepts, because she has a feeling she'll need it), before the candles are lit and Emma is left to wait.
it gives her just enough time to take her coat off before she looks over, finally getting a glimpse of the name on the chair across from hers. there's something between amusement and disbelief in her tone when she says it aloud, and somehow her timing is just good enough to catch him approaching in the same moment.] Thor.
[ two minutes in, and no - this isn't really how she saw the night going. her "date" is the front end of the dragon.]