ooc: Stuff below the cut. Not sure about Cherise’s future right now.

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ooc: So the visit to the surgeon had not really good news. There’s a possible procedure we can do that’s been like the nerve blocks I get, but it’s kinda settling into the house that I’m going to be in pain for the rest of my life.

So um… I don’t know. I’m physically tired and I’m in a weird state of mind.

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ooc: Alright. After I get back from Philly I’ll do the drafts saved for itsybitsymonster and lookforthesecondstar . Cause I’d rather do the fun things on a better state of mind. :D

See you after my doctor’s visit. G’night.

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Something Burning - (M!A: Crippling Illness - Open)


Tris stood there for a few more moments, thinking about all that happened before she touched the cool doorknob and turned it, opening the door. She looked around the room and felt her gut clench in fear. What would happen when she saw her sister? She got her answer rather soon as she looked down and saw her sister under a blanket with Pogo beside her. Furrowing her eyebrows, Tris rushed to her side. “Cherise! Cherise, are you alright?” She asked and touched her sister’s arm. “Please don’t kick me out. I’m learning how to control it. I’m so sorry. I want to help. Let me help. What can I do?” 

The tiny, ailing woman poked her head up from her throw blanket nest and opened an eye to stare at her sister. If she wasn’t in so much pain, she probably would have thrown a pillow at her or commanded Pongo to at least pee on her foot (in vain because getting a dog to pee on command wasn’t something that happened). Instead, Cherise just gently pulled her fevered body away from Tris and slithered back into the protective embrace of the blanket.

"Please stop talking. You’re making the room vibrate," She groaned softly.

Pongo placed his head on Cherise’s back and stared up at Tris, licking his lips, then hopped off the couch to give his master’s wife a bit of space.

"Shhhh. I’m burning below my belly button and you’re making my head spin. Inside voice."

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Something Burning - (M!A: Crippling Illness - Open)


With the current event of meeting Adrian, Tris had gotten more control of the evil inside her. She knew that it still existed but she always tried to envision what he told her, how she was not born that way and that it could be defeated. She knew part of her wanted to visit her sister but how could she? The last time they spoke she was in and out of her sickness and she had acted terribly towards her sister. She walked towards the house and just before she got to the door she shut her eyes tight, thinking that she could defeat, she could conquer it. She looked in the window slightly and saw inside Cherise’s wonderful home and she felt terrible. She bit her lip and stood there, unable to knock or move. 

Everything was swimming and the terrible pain kept her pinned to the couch. With all of the strength she could muster, Cherise retreated under the blanket and forgot about the shadowy figure she had spied through the window. Pongo’s whines had fallen on deaf ears. Eventually, he’d be quiet and lay down with her. The couch shifted and she recognized the feeling of being cuddled with a needy and affectionate dalmatian.

She couldn’t move. It was just too difficult anymore. Everything was burning within her and it was far too painful to move anymore.

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A Royal Affair | @adoctorsconscience


Jiminy smiled faintly, more to himself than anything else. He really didn’t know what to say to her compliments. It made him sad to know he was the first person to ever treat her kindly. What kind of a life must she have lead in the royal court? He had always assumed it would be one ignorant bliss for anyone was a part of it, but for her, at least, that seemed to not be the case at all. She spoke as if she was a prisoner.

"It must be fate that we’ve met," he said. "Or pleasant coincidence, perhaps. Because no one has ever been as kind to me as you are. It’d be a lie to say I expected that from Prince Cornelius’ Queen, but well…I’m not sure I would’ve been able to count on meeting someone like you in any case." 

He flushed a little and took back the empty vial, more so he’d have a reason to conceal his face than any practical purpose. 

"It’s a nice thought, but if there even is or was a viable someone out there for me, I’ve eluded her this long, I doubt anything will change. In any case, she probably got tired of waiting and married someone else." 

Thumbelina’s fingers slipped down the vial and felt her fingers brush against Jiminy’s for a split second. She was still a little woozy and unaware of just how clumsy she was. With her weak fingers gently grasping, she blinked a few times having noticed the gentle feeling of someone’s hand near her own, but didn’t speak. It was just a delightful feeling she would keep to herself and never speak of again.

Lina face brightened, despite her feebleness, and she seemed truly touched by Jiminy’s words. “I…I believe in f-fate.” She stuttered. “Fate has always been kind to me. She just takes a bit of time.”

The words seemed out of place, so the young queen looked up at the ceiling. Her lips curled into a frown and she shook her head, which she immediately regretted with a whimper as she brought a hand to gently nurse her forehead from the deep pressing pain.

"Life brings us to funny places. It brought you here to treat me… And see, you’ve become the nicest, kindest person I’ve ever met in my life. Life has something in store for you… You mean to tell me that you simply work and there’s nothing else for you? Is…is your life a prison, too?" The smile that poked through the wincing soon turned into a worried frown directed at the healer.

"I’m sorry, I shouldn’t ask you."

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Something Burning - (M!A: Crippling Illness - Open)


(OOC: Finally getting to play out the second half of that M!A because I’ve been sad, in pain, and just plain too tired to do much else. Sorry. Here’s an open.)

Cherise didn’t want to arrange a babysitter for the day, but with just how oddly she had been feeling, she found herself unable to say no when Marco and Granny had offered to entertain the children for the day.

She wasn’t sure how many hours had passed, but time had run away from her once she had taken Pongo for a quick stroll around the garden. Cherise had curled up on the couch with a fleece throw covering half of her shivering body while she clung helplessly to a pillow.

There was a pain tearing within her. Was it something she ate from dinner the night before? Did she need more water? No, gods! No more water… No more water! She shivered and buried her face into a pillow.

Half-lidded eyes glanced to a window. Were those shapes or just her vision playing tricks on her with the pain? Was someone visiting?

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ooc: Okay so I’m online. Tomorrow I go to Philly for a surgeon consultation.

Remember that M!A opener? Still not replied to. People should reply to it.

I’m gonna reblog it too. So um. Kisses. :D

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ooc: I need some sleep so I’m gonna tap out early. Since i’m medicated, I’m just way too sleepy. :(

But hey I’ll be back tomorrow afternoon, before I go to Philly for my surgeon’s consultation. :D Fun stuff amirite.

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" I'm sorry for being an over-imaginative little girl and telling you stories " - Luna

ASKED BY Anonymous.



"Darling…why are you apologizing for being a child? Why apologize for being what you are? Come here… Don’t you know I love stories? Shhh."

" A guiding star? " Luna let a soft smile come over her lips at the thought, " Inside of my chest. " Luna had always seen herself as darkness. Through all of her life, throughout all of the pain, the little girl had always seen herself as a part of the shadows and the darkness. To think there was a light inside of her lifted her spirits.

Luna had never had a mother. Biologically, yes, there was a woman who had given birth to Luna. But Luna had long accepted the fact that her mother was dead and she had no memory of the woman. No pictures, no stories from her father about what sort of person her mother was. She was a ghost in Luna’s life, one just out of her grasp. So to have a mother now, was new, almost frightening.

" I loved you too, " Luna agreed with a soft smile, " I loved your and I knew that with you I would be safer and happier. " Even when she hadn’t been sure that such a saving grace was there for her, that she could be saved, the little girl had still loved Cherise dearly.

It was too hard to hide just how much Luna made Cherise happy. All of Cherise’s children could make her so happy to the point of tears, but already she was able to weep over the child. Luna had already loved her? Love had been such a strange force in her life that hadn’t so willingly showed itself but when it did, it burst through the seams and in those moments, threatened to drown her with happiness. It was one of those moments now, she found herself so blissfully wandering within.

Cherise quietly embraced Luna as the tears flowed freely down her cheeks.

"I promise to never betray that, Luna. You asked me to take care of you when you spoke the words. The fair folk have an obligation to protect you now and for always…" She whispered the words sweetly to Luna and began to fuss with her hair. If she could keep herself looking busy, perhaps it could keep Luna looking away from her tears.

"Oh darling, you are far too kind and far too sweet. You are one of a kind. Yes, always meant to be."

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The Lost Boy | Cherise and Peter


Peter’s eyebrows raised in astonishment at the fact that the woman, the woman standing in front of him pranks Leroy as well. “You do?” He asked and a huge smile spread across his face. “Maybe we could prank them together. Would you want to do that?” He asked with excitement, becoming more thrilled at the fact that Cherise had started talking to him. He was very animated with the way he talked and liked using his hands to express how he was feeling, but at this moment, as he was completely blown away, he stood almost completely still. Almost. His eyes still showed his true playful childlike behavior as he looked at her. He finally moved, playing with his hands in front of him as she agreed that one should never grow up. He nodded and stated again that he will in fact never grow up and shall always be a little boy forever. Little boys however, still do need to eat, and Peter suddenly realizing he was hungry by the small growl of his stomach, glanced at his apple again which was currently being taken over by an alley mouse looked back at her with pursed lips and raised eyebrows. It almost looked like he was in pain, except for the fact that there was no wound to be seen and he clenched his stomach. “Is it alright if I eat, please? I’m terribly hungry.” He stated as he looked down at his skinny self, his stomach making another noise. 


Cherise felt herself torn by emotions. Seeing Peter had quickly warmed up to her made her feel warm, too. The idea of tag teaming against Leroy seemed delightful and drew a widening smile upon her lips. All she could do for Peter’s question was give a wink, then nod slightly. Of course he’d get the message, but she could never say out loud that she was pranking Leroy. “Mum’s the word. He’s got ears everywhere. Since they’re big enough. Big old dwarf ears.”

She brought a hand to her mouth and tried to hold back a laugh, but found herself immediately interrupted by Peter’s stomach. How long since he had eaten, other than the discarded apple they now left behind. The child would need something substantial, like the sandwich Cherise had promised. The sound of hunger was still depressing and it likely hurt!

Fishing through the bag, Cherise produced a package of cheese flavored crackers. Quickly, she unwrapped them and handed a square to Peter. “We’ll be at my home shortly and I’ll feed you. For now, have these to hold you over. I’ll fix you up whatever you ask. Sandwich, soup, macaroni and cheese, or maybe even all three. You may have any food you ask. So long as it’s in my kitchen, you can eat it.”

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ooc: Hi. I’m alive.

M!A Open post here. People should answer that.

Um I am in a ton of pain tonight so um… I need to refresh my meds and try not to die. I owe two drafts.

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Mommy’s Day Out | @leavingonehappier


Annie nodded slowly, processing all that Cherise had said. “I think I understand. Congratulations on your … brother-to-be.” She smiled, but it was clouded by sympathy for her friend. She sighed softly.

"There’s no way to know what will come. Perhaps now that the curse is broken, you’ll start to recover. Maybe it’ll just take time - you were under the curse for 28 years, after all." She gave Cherise a hopeful look, wanting her words to be true for her friend’s sake.

Two masseuses entered the sitting room to bring the ladies to their hot stone massages. 

Cherise smiled softly and reached over to touch Annie’s hand. “I’m not afraid. If I become well, I’ll be happy. But if I don’t? I don’t mind. I remind myself that my appearance is a bit of a lie. I lived much longer than the age Storybrooke cursed me with. I just want to be happy with my husband. I’ll have plenty of good years and I suspect I could get to see my grandchildren. And I’ll probably be lucky enough to not feel the heartbreak of a May-December romance. At least, not for long.”

She didn’t want to think about goodbyes. She knew that every moment was painful, certainly. Daily tasks were exhausting. She had been a teacher once and children didn’t really tire her. Walking down the stairs and carrying out two hours worth of housework was now a trial. If she didn’t have family helping her, nothing would get done.

"Annie, it’s not like I’m keeling over tomorrow or anything!" Cherise giggled. "I’m just tired and weak. It’s not like my kidneys are still pickling inside of me. From what I understand, that stopped. I am no longer turning into a crunchy gerghkin. I’m still gonna be here to make people miserable and annoyed. And I get to see my baby brother, yes! Or…or sister." Cherise sighed dramatically and flapped her lips together like a horse.

"What are they gonna name the baby? Peaseblossom? I hope not. That would be so silly." The diminutive woman stared as people had entered the room and broken her from her thoughts. "So uh. Those are the rocks? And those…go on my back? And my butt? The only person who has ever touched my ass is my husband…"

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" I'm sorry for being an over-imaginative little girl and telling you stories " - Luna

ASKED BY Anonymous.



"Darling…why are you apologizing for being a child? Why apologize for being what you are? Come here… Don’t you know I love stories? Shhh."

Love and support. Luna could feel her entire body twitching at the very thought. Twitching with excitement and hope. In a desire for a life that Cherise spoke of. Of love. Her smile was faltering, if only because this all seemed too good to be true. Too beautiful. And she never had expected such kindness.

" A light inside of me? " Lightly she touched her fingertips to her chest.

"Right there. Right where you touched." Cherise pressed her hand against Luna’s and nodded slowly. "Everyone’s got a light. It has to be protected and nurtured. We let it grow and grow. It’ll help us. It’ll help guide us when things get bad. Like…think of it as our own guiding star from within. A lit candle, maybe. You mustn’t let anyone take your light, your spark."

Cherise stared at Luna for a time with adoration. It wouldn’t be a simple battle through life that she would have, but Cherise was more than willing to hold Luna’s hand. After all, that was what a mother did. Even now, Cherise knew that all she had to do was simply call her own mother and Titania would be there for her. Her love was everlasting. It was a strong bond, despite their separation through most of Cherise’s childhood and during the curse.

"I loved you the moment I saw you, Luna. And I guess my heart did, too. I think it knew we were always meant to be a family. It just took a little time for us to come together. And I’m sorry I couldn’t find you sooner. I’m sorry for that. But we’ll make up for so much lost time, I know it."

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