One (unsubstantiated) legend says that the founders discovered the Pensieve half-buried in the ground on the very spot where they decided to erect their school.
We are creatures of the underworld. We can’t afford to love.
A/N: AUs are everything. (Also, I know nothing about making movies).
Killian takes his time flipping through his script – the pages worn and the spine bent from previous days of filming – thumbing each page before reaching the correct one. He leans back in his chair, bringing his ankle across his knee as the rest of the cast and crew move about behind him – setting cameras, making costume changes, set changes – and sets his eyes on the page in front of him. He tries to focus on it, to keep his eyes on the small black print, but as per usual, they drift.
Her eyes are down, script tight in her hands as she sits cross legged on her chair – Emma Swan printed neatly on the back of it. Her head is down, blonde curls tucked behind her ear on one side so he can how she bites and chews on her lip.
(She has a habit of doing that.)
her cute little smile when she realizes what he just said. she’s not used to this. and she’s important. he wanted her presence, he wanted to be with her and he came looking for her and this is so important for her. she’s feeling loved. in this moment she feels very much loved, and she expresses in her own way, smiling.
do you ever read people’s tags and get like damn why can’t I hang out with this majestic funny motherfucker