knightsoflegend | andres ♔ you're gonna catch a cold

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andres ♔ you're gonna catch a cold | from the ice inside your soul

WHO || Emma, Snow, Regina, Wynn. [closed]
WHAT || Wynn asks some of his Knights to investigate a strange matter on Andres Isle.
WHERE || Andres
WHEN || At the same time as this log ; mid-October
HOW || Actionspam

[ A few weeks into October, Wynn sends a message back to the castle asking Snow and Regina to make their way to the Isle, saying he has a small matter that bears investigation. When they arrive at the castle, they're ushered by Woodhouse to a small parlor where he's waiting... And moments later, their other mission partner arrives. :D ]

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We need to make certain it hasn't left any lingering effects. Do you possess magic, on your own?

[He shakes his head very decisively.]

None.

[ Emma is side-eyeing the fuck out of him for that because she certainly doesn't know if she can trust him, but with her sense motive of 46, she at least believes him. ]

Can something be capable of that? To just give someone magic? Or do you think it was already there and hadn't expressed itself somehow?

There are a great number of arguments held between magical scholars to this day about the very nature of magic. Where it comes from, what it actually is, and how some are able to harness it and others are not. We have seen evidence that magic is tied to the blood, that those whose parents could practice it are often more likely to be able to do so themselves, whether they've ever actually delved into learning it or no.

[ That pings her interest, and she glances up, brow furrowed like something isn't quite adding up for her—neither of her parents are magical, after all—but she opts to keep her mouth shut because she doesn't like sharing personal matters in front of shitstain over there. ]

[Meanwhile Neal looks like he might be sick. The idea that he might just... develop magical abilities is basically his worst nightmare.]

So how do we know for sure?

I think we need you to attempt to channel magic, in a controlled environment.

What counts as a controlled environment?

[She's guessing...not right here.]

Back at the castle, with myself and other mages present who can... control the situation, if need be.

And you'll be able to tell me for sure if I'm.... [Look he really doesn't want to have magic okay. That would be the worst for him.]

The castle in London?

[ Looking between them all uncomfortably. ]

Do we really have to take him back with us to do this?

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He should come back with us anyway.

[Firmly.]

Henry would want to see him.

[I'm almost positive this is the first time the H word has been dropped.]

...Henry's here?

[ When Emma looks at Mary Margaret, she's visibly wounded. But injury turns to drawn battle lines, and she balks, hackles raising. ]

That's not your call to make.

[ Something about her tone sounds like the realization of an unruly child—that they don't have to fall in line with their parent's wishes. ]

You're right. He's an adult, I would say it's his call.

[:|]

Or were you just not going to even give either of them the choice?

[A wis score of 19 clues Neal in instantly as to just who is an adult. Since the he in question could be him but...duh?]

He's what?

He's a teenager!

[ Ok, an adult teenager, but he can't have been in this world more than 5 years and he couldn't have been more than 13 when he came over SO math tells me this is accurate even tho I'm otherwise unsure.

A teenager, just like she was when Neal hurt her. ]

I was going to do what's right for my son.

If he's old enough to be a knight, then he's old enough to decide if he wants to see his father.

[Stubborn princess is stubborn.]

You're not the only person in this room that could call him that.

[Their son. Technically, he has three parents in this room. Awkward.]

You were going to keep it from him because you know what he would choose. How is that the right thing to do?

Because he doesn't know what he's choosing—and neither do you. [ The sharp, shrill edge of injury lights up in her voice. ] I do. I've been there. And it's not up for discussion.

He'd be choosing to give family a chance. [She might be making all this a little personal now, oops.] And I don't see anything wrong with that.

Because you don't know what he'll end up missing out on if he doesn't get to make it in the first place.

[Somehow she keeps herself from shouting. Barely.]

You may think I don't know anything, but I know enough. Neal isn't a bad person, so maybe whatever it is you think you know? Maybe that's what's wrong.

[And then she...walks out. Congrats, Emma. You made your mother need air.]

[ there's a beat once snow leaves, before she speaks up, arms folded as she watches all this with raised eyebrows ] If you ask me [ no one did, regina ] Henry seemed more than capable of making his own decisions. [ lmfao ]

[ Crestfallen, Emma watches Mary Margaret walk out. Perspective doesn't matter, in that moment. Whether Mary Margaret remembers (or ever knew in the first place) what Neal did to her or not, Emma internalizes her comments, and they snowball with the self-doubt and insecurity that already welled up with Neal's reappearance.

The voice in the back of her mind grows larger: she was wrong to think she could have something better, wrong to think she deserved any other treatment. Wrong to lash out like this in defense of herself—she wasn't worth it. What Neal did to her doesn't matter, isn't even a mark in his ledger. She doesn't budge as Snow bails. ]

No one did. [ Snapping quickly at Regina, Emma turns her attention belligerently away from the door and to Hasmed, eyebrows raised like ok so ?? castle ?? is a must ?? ]

[As the the conversation escalates, Neal tries to process that the pre-teen son he had just met and started to get to know is suddenly old enough for the concept of adulthood to be up for debate?? But once Snow leaves, he can tell that this is all getting out of hand.]

Seeing Henry isn't an option if I'm going to be some magic ticking time bomb. So let's just...let's figure this out and then we can worry about the rest. This castle of yours, here- hell, we can go to Timbuktu for all it matters to me. I just need to know.