Killian:

The lass, has, feelings for me. She kissed me. Or rather I kissed her and she kissed me back to be precise. But that's besides the point. The point is she loves me and I love her. Simple right? Wrong. No, she is continually threatened by choking spells. And why? No one knows. So here's a bloody run down of my life so far:

I move house, and start rooming with Emma. We flirt, I play with Henry. She starts having choking spells. We kiss. So I guess life is great. Except for the fact Emma could die any day now but, minor details. Oh so minor.

She's asleep in my bed now, the dark blue duvet pulled up to her chin. Her pale face has some color back now that she can breathe. I watch her chest rise and fall, like ocean waves on a calm day. An ever present fear creeps up o me, swallowing me whole. What if she dies? What if she doesn't love you? What if she's playing you? I brush them aside as I lean down and kiss Emma's forehead.

Regina:

Gold and I sit opposite each other, intently studying ancient texts. His brow is furrowed in concentration. I look down at my own book, reading over each demon I see. "Poliga: Attacks the soul of the most innocent." Nope. "Roigal: Drags those who have murdered to hell and feast on their bones." Nope. "Yui: Tears out it's victims heart and crushes it in front of their lover." Nope. And that is the wrong name, try Cora Mills. I read over 200 pages of demon descriptions before Gold shoots up in his chair, racing out the door calling for Belle. I look over at what he was looking at.

Grydolin: Ancient beast from the tale of Allyaih The Brave. Chokes those who possess the lightest of magic, and the truest of love. It iis invisible to all, unless a spell is enacted. The spell has long since been lost. The one place it was last seen was a world within a world of no magic. If a special flower is worn by the victim, choking spells become less frequent. The flower is like a rose but has gold tips on the petals.

Great. Miss Swan is being attacked by a demon out for her... What exactly? Whatever. I have to inform her of her impending doom. Or more importantly ASK HER WHERE RHEY HELL SHE FOUND THE TRUEST OF LOVE CUZ I THOUGHT THAT WAS "SNOWING"? But now I guess Emma must have found... Wait. Omg. What if... Emma's true love is Captain Guy liner. Emma Swan... Captain Guyliner... Emma Liner? Captain Emma... CAPTAIN SWAN! OOOOO I HAVE TO TELL HENRY I MADE UP A SHIP NAME! Don't think he ever forgave me for the Netflix and Chill bit though...