𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓛𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼

Nimue

Camelot
- Three Weeks Ago -

The following morning, everyone was stood around the comforting diner. Since the girls sudden outburst, they had quickly moved her back inside, not knowing what her head was going through, once she saw what she had caused. In almost an instant, Merlin had used his magic to fix the windows, as well as the trees around them.

This gave the young woman a little clarity, though, her heart was still hammering inside her chest, her head spinning a million miles per hour. Brooklyn couldn't remember the last time she felt this numb. It scared her, just even thinking about it, terrified her.

And, to make matters worse, Pan hadn't left since.

Currently, the woman was sat against one of the booth seats, her eyes looking out into the empty space around them, nothing but a cold emptiness glowing from them.

All morning, she hadn't uttered a single word. Not to anyone. She tried her best to zone out the boys words, though, her mind was thinking of all the sarcastic remarks she could come up with. It was as though she was trapped inside herself, but couldn't break free.

Hook, who was stood just at one of the front windows looked out. He held the blinds up a little, letting his eyes stay on the Blonde sat before him. Emma, too had more distanced herself from her family and friends.

This, of course worried both their parents, Mary Margaret especially as she wanted so desperately to get through to them. It was hard enough now, Emma was the Dark One, but with what, Brooklyn was going through, she couldn't find the time to speak to either of her daughters alone.

With a heavy breath, Hook moved away from the open window, walking back to the circled group. David being the first to speak.

"So, you can really do it?" He asked, looking directly at the wizard. "Take the Dark One dagger and put it together with, Arthur's sword to recreate the original Excalibur?"

"I hope so."

Jackson walked from behind the counter, holding a small plate with a sandwich in one hand, a glass of water in the other.

"And, we can use it to save, Emma?" Mary Margaret asked, not noticing how, Jackson rolled his eyes at this. Instead of back chatting the woman, on how they should be focusing a little more on his girlfriend, given what she had just been through and told them, he moved across the room, taking a seat opposite her.

"I don't mean this in a horrible way, but.." he gave out a tired breath, gently pushing the plate and glass toward her. Though, Brooklyn didn't move even an inch. "Sometimes, I feel as though your mother cares more for, Emma's wellbeing than your own." He muttered, not wanting to cause any drama between everyone. "And, I get it. Don't get me wrong. But..and, I'm not just saying this because I'm your boyfriend-"

"My god, what is it you see in him?" Pan snarked, his arms folded as he leaned back next to the woman. Brooklyn only stayed quiet, her eyes still focused on the sunny scenery behind her boyfriend.

"I just feel like, even when, Emma doesn't have anything going on, they still neglect your feelings. Or, if they do decide to ask what's wrong, they just have an uproar and blame it all on you."