[ emma swan's doing what she does best: spending time alone.
she doesn't really do valentine's day. she's not big on gorging herself on chocolate (unless it's poured into coffee), and even the thought of romance has left her cold for the past decade. there have been flashes in the pan that she briefly believed might become something, but all they did was reinforce what she already knew: alone was better.
so, instead of dwelling, or gorging, or making a mad dash to desperately get herself a date, or making a holiday out of her own bitterness, emma curls up in one of the living rooms of the castle with a bottle of sweet white wine and watches movies - drama, not romantic anything - from the couch. fuck romance tbh. the only thing she wishes she had when it comes to love is her family. ]
emma swan • ota
she doesn't really do valentine's day. she's not big on gorging herself on chocolate (unless it's poured into coffee), and even the thought of romance has left her cold for the past decade. there have been flashes in the pan that she briefly believed might become something, but all they did was reinforce what she already knew: alone was better.
so, instead of dwelling, or gorging, or making a mad dash to desperately get herself a date, or making a holiday out of her own bitterness, emma curls up in one of the living rooms of the castle with a bottle of sweet white wine and watches movies - drama, not romantic anything - from the couch. fuck romance tbh. the only thing she wishes she had when it comes to love is her family. ]