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Post by David Nolan on Oct 28, 2015 23:37:55 GMT
She allowed him to hug her! Really, truly. David didn’t want to question it. He had not reason to, though he knew he should. This was his daughter, his beloved little girl, darkness or not. He felt like it should still be his job to protect her, though he didn’t know how. How did someone protect someone else from something inside them? He didn’t know. All he knew was that he could finally hold his beloved child once more. He could finally have Emma in his arms, cling to her and smell her. She smelled differently than he was used to, but David was more than understanding of it. She had her own place now, her parents smell, the smell of their home would no longer cling to her.
“I was on my way to the station, Emma. I didn’t know if you wanted to see us – me. I didn’t want to face rejection. I miss you. I… I wanted to be close to you in some way. The only way that came to my mind was the box and your office. I miss you. You could come home. The door is open, Emma.” And he would keep it open, no matter what Snow thought. He missed his kid, dark one or not. Neal obviously missed his sister. He noticed it in the way he was looking around clearly missing something.
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Post by David Nolan on Oct 25, 2015 15:26:37 GMT
The situation was one of horror for David. He didn’t know what to do with himself or how to feel. He felt out of control in more than one way. And while he was used to sharing a heart now, it felt even more like being without it before. Maybe it was because he was missing his daughter, maybe because of how the town had changed in the days she was so obviously the Dark One. David didn’t understand. Usually Regina would make fun of him for that, but she wasn’t here right now, busy with claiming a title that was never hears and would never be rightfully hers. It was the quiet moments, where he thought his thoughts were mostly his and the feelings as well. They made sense again. In those moments he wanted to be close to his little girl again. He loved Neal, but Emma was his little girl. Neal would have everything Emma never got and he craved to be there for her now, to not let her down again.
David was surprised to find her standing right in front of his destination. His little girl. David craved to just hug her, now that his thoughts were just his. “I didn’t. I was… on my way to the station. Oh Emma.” He wanted to reach out so bad, but it could backfire. He didn’t want it to backfire, not for his sake, but for hers. He had wanted to go to her office, look at her things and think, maybe cry over the terrible twisted and painful situation. “Can I hug you, Emma?” He had to ask, had to try. He wanted to hold her, even if that was all he could do at the moment. Whatever happened, she was his little girl. He just wanted to hold her.
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Post by David Nolan on Oct 5, 2015 21:58:41 GMT
David couldn’t believe how he could have been so blind. He had been at Grannys with his family, so focused on one of them missing, that he hadn’t realized it was really two of them missing. It was just glance to the side that reminded him of it. He sat removed from them, when he should sit there in their middle, being protected by them, supported by them, like he had supported this family without being asked to. No wonder this man looked so lost. Because no one, apart from Belle made an effort to go to him. They had their priorities wrong, so very wrong. As hey made an effort to leave and Granny wanting to close up, David stopped her. He promised her to lock up after her, while Snow and the others left for home. Then he just sat down next to Killian. David had not flask, though if he had one, he would offer it to him. He knew Snow would put her money on Regina saving the day, but just looking at the man next to him, David had another urge. Why was Regina the logical choice for everyone else? Someone else, though without magic, made much more sense.
“We’ll get her back.” It was maybe a vote of confidence in all of them, but mostly in three men. While Snow was going one way, just sitting here, David realized there were three people in this town, who would never pick Regina over Emma, who would do anything to get her back, even sacrifice a life. And one has been sacrificed, or should have been, it the curse followed normal rules. This was a conversation for another day, though. “You, Henry and me, we will get her back. I promise you that. Whatever it takes.”
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Post by David Nolan on Aug 19, 2015 10:00:31 GMT
“They’ve grown up.” Unlike her. They have developed, physically, mentally, she had been stuck on an island where time did no longer exist. While they were slaves to time in any other world, Neverlands magic made time insignificant and void. With them having left the island earlier, of course they had grown, adjusted to the cards life dealt them with. David had heard the stories by now. He heard about how the two brothers had basically turned every rock, done whatever they could in order to free her. The most important thing never changed: They loved their sister. “They’re still the same inside, just more mature.” He hated to hear her dismiss her brothers, knowing they had worked so hard to get her back, yet it appeared they hadn’t. The things they lost…
“I’m not. It’s literally my job to keep quiet.” It wasn’t like he had something to speak about to anyone, though this was giving him less and less of a good feeling and more and more of a feeling of not being welcomed and more importantly intruding. If she didn’t want help or care, well he could not pressure her to accept it. “You don’t have to say anything, if you’re not comfortable. I was just offering help.” But help for the unwilling was fruitless and useless and he could probably spend his day caring about those who wanted his and Emmas help, there were plenty of those around.
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Post by David Nolan on Aug 13, 2015 14:41:09 GMT
That was exactly what David wanted to hear. He wanted to hear Hook acknowledging Henrys role in all of this, Henrys right to veto and acknowledging that he had ever right to say he was not okay with it. Of course David already knew way better: Henry adored Hook in his own way. He was more of a father than his actual father had been. Hook cared for him. He went all out to protect him, would give his life for Emmas son. He took him sailing, taught him to navigate by stars, he was always available for Henry to call, almost rejoiced when they asked him to take the kids in case of danger. Henry knew he could always turn to Killian, no matter what. David for one knew Henry would be very happy about that wedding.
“Calm down, Killian. Henry adores you. I know he knows you love him like your own. He has witnessed the lengths you went to to protect him, like me. He knows how you’d protect his mum. You’re part of the family in all but name already. Time to make it official, Admiral Jones, don’t you think? I am pretty sure asking Henry, while it’s the right thing to do, will prove to be just as much of a formality as asking me is.”
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Post by David Nolan on Aug 11, 2015 14:31:13 GMT
David was surprised at the young mans interest in Pan. How… wait, what if he had been there? He obviously knew that in this Pan was the villain, not Hook, not many did. That meant he had knowledge about it. He knew Pan. He knew that he was the problem, not the pirate. NOW it really made sense how he hid. He knew Pan and his lost boys, maybe even was one once upon a time. God knew how old the kid really was then. David nodded, signaling his willingness to give the man the information.
“I am guessing where he is, is the most important information you want right now, before the detailed recount?” David tried to read him, but still continued anyway. He had no reason to withhold the information from him, though he would ask questions in return, less pressing questions. “We managed to trap him in Pandoras box. That means he’s safely contained in his sons shop. He can’t hurt anybody from where he is, or get out.”
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Post by David Nolan on Aug 7, 2015 12:28:04 GMT
Why the hell did he think he did not belong here? Charming listened to all he had to say, how he hoped they would find a way to reunite with Emma. Had he given up already? That easily? Had he misjudged the pirate that bitterly? He had gone to Neverland with Emma, for her and her son. He had fought for them, risked his life for them or was it not for them? And now he gave up that easily? Out of all the people to come here with them, David had thought Killian would be the one to help them find him get his daughter and grandson back no matter what Regina said. Out of all the people he trusted Killian to do what he had to do, to come up with ways to get to them. He was perhaps the most resourceful person here. He could find a way with them, a good way unlike others. And for some reason he saw Killian as a better choice for his kid than the other one who claimed he’d do anything, but never actually did anything to prove it, just expected the praise, much like his father. Then again he understood the desire to find his home
“And when you have, will you return to us?” he asked, hoping the pirate would say yes. He hoped for him to return, even just to help in maybe futile attempts of getting Emma and Henry back, but he wanted, no, needed an ally, one that was not afraid to do anything in order to get to them, one who could somehow justify it all, whatever he did. He was bound to his responsibilities, but Hook wasn’t. Hook could do what he needed to do. “You know you can come and go into our kingdom as you please. You’re not considered a criminal – not anymore."
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Post by David Nolan on Aug 6, 2015 14:21:59 GMT
David noticed clearly how his brother was not the topic that caused Killian this grief, it caused him to hope and fear in a different way, in an almost good way. He could be reunited with his brother, maybe have him for good back in his life. It was something good for him, he knew and saw it in him. He hoped for them. It was the other resurrection that caused him grief and doubt and apparently Emma had a right to speak about what was going on. He wasn’t so sure about that. At least he knew his daughter thought similarly than him, that this was Killians story to tell, no matter what it meant for them. Emma was loyal to him, she cared for him.
“You are protecting her.” At least he was doing everything in his power. Him appearing here spoke volumes. He wanted the situation to not have the consequences they did. He wanted to protect Emma from what was happening, even though he might not have the power to do so. The truth shocked Charming, though. Milah being back was one thing, but her carrying a baby, that would naturally distress his daughter and he could have imagined his daughter might have spoken to him. That made things complicated, but only for a good man. A lesser man would see no problem in it. He did and it made David smile slightly. They could get through it. He knew Killian loved Emma. Together they could find a solution that included the best for the baby.
“And you don’t know what to do now, right?” And he wanted to be right by Emma, Milah and the unborn. “Well at the very least we’ll know the kid will have a pretty great Dad.”
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Post by David Nolan on Aug 6, 2015 12:55:07 GMT
“No, of course not, but neither do you.” None of them could see the future, see what changes it would have brought them. But unlike Zelena he had met Cora, he could make an educated guess at how it would have turned out. She rather had Regina at her lowest than to settle for less than her ambitions being met at the fullest, to accept that maybe Reginas needs did not match hers. Still as she spoke, he felt a certain sadness in him. She clung to the idea of a better life.
“I agree, your sister made bad choices, selfish choices, but your mother and others helped them along also. What your idea of the past would have looked like is irrelevant now, is it not, as it did not happen and will not happen. For me? It doesn’t matter. My wife is safe, my kids are safe now, you can send me back to my farm, it’s a great place. I don’t need a crown to be happy, I need the people I care for to be happy in order to be happy myself. You can find that, even here. Your life is not over, Zelena.” Maybe he was too idealistic, had spent too much time with Snow, but she could have what she wanted here, with people who could grow to care for her, maybe even a sister, a love, whatever she wanted.
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Post by David Nolan on Aug 1, 2015 14:55:36 GMT
He found it hard to believe that the people he knew and trusted would run in here like a mob and…. Okay maybe they would, but this time they had specific instructions not to do exactly that. Zelena was not to be killed and besides a whole lot of them were still too scared of Regina to go against her wishes. She was safe, at least from them. But then she was right in something: Gold was after her for killing his son. Thankfully the dagger wasn’t in his hands, so she could rest her mind on that one.
“Belle has the dagger. Belle won’t allow him to hurt you, trust me on that.” She wasn’t one for violence in general. She was safe from Gold and his wrath, at least for now. For not the imp couldn’t hurt her. They might find a permanent solution for it, but yes, Gold was a definite problem in all of that, a problem that needed solving desperately. The fact that David could not deny the danger Gold posed was bad, but not surprising to the man. He was selfish, always had been, always would be, probably.
“Zelena, I don’t think that would have been the life you’d have gotten then.” Things would have been very, very different for the redhead than for Regina. “Look what her mothers influence turned Regina into. She killed people Regina cared for. She lived through her. As far as I know, as far as I have experienced, Cora didn’t care much for her kid only for herself and what the kid could give her. What if she woldn’t have been the mother you wanted. Would you have tried to change the past again? Into what?”
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Post by David Nolan on Aug 1, 2015 14:54:04 GMT
He knew shady people in this town, downright dangerous people, but this kid was just suspicious right now, not dangerous. If he was, he was badly misjudging the situation – wouldn’t be the first time he did. He was only human after all and humans made mistakes, even if they were called ‘Prince Charming’. Still had he something dangerous, he would not have offered for him to search him. David as convinced the boy was unarmed and so he would not attack him. He did have the gun, yet he hoped he would not need it. The aftermath of Pan was worse enough to tackle. David pointed to the station behind them.
“Private enough?” He’d bring him to the changing rooms, which had no surveillance cameras, for privacy reasons exactly. David went ahead then. He unlocked the station again, then walked straight to the changing rooms. Since they were inside, they didn’t even have windows, so nobody could observe them or listen in, at least not without magic and David had no weapon against magic, unlike his daughter. “What did you need to talk about? And why in private?” Why the secrecy? Was he scared of someone and needed help? Maybe. Whatever it was, it was literally Davids job to listen.
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Post by David Nolan on Aug 1, 2015 14:52:33 GMT
Sitting there with the girl, he had a sense of unease hit him straight away. He would have expected to be as out of place as the other lost kids, but with her it seemed to be worse, despite the fact that she had siblings in this town and that apparently most of the lost kids in one way or another cared for her. He didn’t have the full story to relate to – it wasn’t their story to tell after all – but he had half an idea of what had transpired in Neverland, had he been a guest of that place as well for some time. He’d have almost been a permanent guest. It was her reply, the double insistence that, yes she was alright or well enough – she supposed, that tipped him off to the opposite. Emma was an expert at lying like that, pretending she was okay, when in reality she wasn’t.
“I don’t know if you know, Wendy, but I have a daughter and whenever she claims she’s ‘aright, I suppose’ she’s not alright at all. You know there are a few people in this town, to whom you can talk. Archie, the nuns, even my wife and me.” This town was no longer a weird collection of weird people, but an actual community now they all had their memories back. She had people she could talk to, if she wanted and needed to. “And whatever you say stays between us. Your brothers are treating you right?”
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Post by David Nolan on Aug 1, 2015 14:50:48 GMT
David sighed. He was glad not to have anyone to take care of right now, but he desperately needed someone to talk to, so his path led to the diner, to Snows best friend and one of his closest friends, Ruby. She’d know what to do in several cases. She would know how to deal with Snow, with the fact that she just would not let go of their son. He didn’t know how to deal. He needed someone who knew Mary Margaret like he didn’t, same for Emma. He needed someone close enough to know, but removed enough to have the distance he needed to see through that. And someone, who would not potentially chop off his head for finding something troubling with Snow. As soon as he walked in he made a beeline for the trusted friend.
“Ruby? Do you have a few moments to talk to me?” He hoped she could take a break, or he’d make sure to order extra or whatever to compensate for any loss she would face would she decide to talk to him. On top of needing to speak about Snow, he wanted to hear if she could potentially help with finding the snow queen or if her senses were stopped by the fact that everything the lady behind her froze. He was no wolf, so he had no clue how and why it worked.
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Post by David Nolan on Jul 30, 2015 12:54:37 GMT
David still felt conflicted about a few things in this occurrence. It appeared like the dead were here to stay, but he hated how that, of all things, had caused trouble for his daughter. They had pleasant company return, like Graham and Killians brother and sister in law, but then there was Killians first love and with her a child. The little kid had been born recently. While David had every intention and desire to go see the little one straight away, he had decided not to intrude on the family, including his daughter. The complications that it caused to the family were not little Mirelas fault after all and it appeared that Emma was quite fond of the little girl. And since Killian was basically part of the family, the same counted for the baby. Besides this little girl had no biological grandparents, Henry surely didn’t mind sharing his with his potential stepsister. As such he had packed a lot of gifts and stuff they wanted to borrow to Killian and Mirela. David carried exactly three bags to the small apartment they lived in with Mirelas mother – something that still didn’t sit really right with him, but he was Emmas Dad, he’d always be protective of her, no matter what. Once Killians voice rang out to allow him in, he opened the door, kicked it as wide as he needed it and dragged himself and the bags inside.
“Hello there.” He placed the bags on the floor and finally took a good look at Killian, who was proudly cradling his little girl in his arms. David had to admit a baby suited Killian, then again he had known that before from the times he had handled baby Neal with so much care. Killian Jones truly had a hand in caring for babies, but he probably wouldn’t admit it to himself. David finally took in the sight of this beautiful little girl. He could see the family resemblance with Killian and Liam straight away.
“My god she’s beautiful. So adorable.” David quickly rummaged through one of the bags. He pulled out a soft little teddy and held it out to the little girl. “Hello Mirela.”
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Post by David Nolan on Jul 30, 2015 12:19:13 GMT
After returning from Neverland the group had a lot of cleaning up and sorting through to do. Their first task was obviously trying to find something for the lost boys, but in Davids case it was an even more pressing matter, as he had to hope Gold really could take care of his dream shade poisoning. Now after having gotten the antidote, he could go back to work, but slowly. It felt a bit weird to know that he should technically be dead, even weirder to know that others had died before him, yet he had gotten lucky in more than one way. He owed a few people about this. Despite all of this, the work never stopped. Things had happened in his absence, things he had to take care about. The same went for his daughter, but he still tried to keep everything away from her. She had enough problems, with what happened in Neverland, her ex, her son, she had enough to deal with. It was only fair if he worked overtime to keep at least that off of her back. That was why he left the station late that day. He had gone through files, had done paperwork for his daughter, everything to help his beloved girl, but eventually the events even caught up with him and he really needed sleep.
As he walked to the car to drive back home, though, he had a weird feeling. Something was not as it should be. David jumped as origin of that feeling was revealed through the voice of someone standing behind him. He whipped around, but the person seemed to have no intention of attacking him, so David kept his arms lowered, but tried to see who the man was. He didn’t know him, but couldn’t fight the feeling of having seen him in passing before.
“Yes, of course. What about?” It was not only his job, but his desire to help people here. And with that not only the new people, but also this man. So if he needed to talk to him, he would listen with open ears and an open heart.
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