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[ask-tamara]

I get it, Henry. You’re a smart kid but you should still watch how you say things. You’re fine with me now but none of us know what we’re dealing with here. Just be careful, alright? Greg doesn’t want to admit you’re onto something.

You're a smart kid, you know. Greg doesn't want to admit it but I think you're right about this place. We should have asked questions. (from ask-tamara)

Yeah. You would think someone who doesn’t trust magic would question those things too.

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[ask-tamara]

askingmrgold​:

Sorry didn’t bring his son back. Sorry didn’t change a thing. Regardless of what was said here, she was going to die. He had made up his mind the moment that Regina and Emma had stopped Storybrooke from imploding on itself. He was alive, and he would get revenge. It just so happened that revenge went so comfortably in hand with saving Henry. 

He wasn’t going to make it out of Neverland alive, he was certain of that, but he would die knowing three things; Belle was herself and their love was beauty itself, Bae would have his death avenged and he would have his revenge, and Henry would be safe.

All things considered, there was a certain peace that he felt at knowing what was inevitable. 

“Because you’re a fool that fell for the lies of a madman… right? Or is it going to be something deeper, like you ‘found a meaning to your miserable little life’,” he drawled, taunting her as he gave her heart a small - but painful for her - squeeze.

“No, I--” From the feeling of his hand squeezing her heart, she gasped from the pain that coursed through her. Perhaps begging to live was a lost cause, but what else did she have now after losing Greg? “No, that’s-- that’s not it. That’s not it at all. Magic somehow came into the real world years ago. It took my mom from me and then eventually my dad went crazy and left as a result. I vowed to never let anyone get hurt from it again, then I meet Greg and he told me his experiences... We set out to destroy magic and not once did we ask questions.” Tears fell down her face once more as she remained on her hands and knees begging to live. “Please. Give me a second chance. Pan’s Lost Boys or whoever they are killed the person I loved. I no longer want any part of this. I want to change and make up for what I’ve done. Pan is behind all of this and I can help you get Henry back.”

[ask-tamara]

You ever wondered why your boss who wants magic gone so badly wants the saviors son?

No, anon. Not until now. Henry is a smart kid. Greg and I should have asked before we agreed to do anything. Greg is dead as a result of our carelessness, and I’m stuck in Neverland with an arrow in my shoulder. I hope Henry is okay and that he found a safe place to hide.

[ask-tamara]

“I said I was sorry about Neal.” Had Tamara known who she was working for from the start, she would have never went along with it, and now her heart was in the palm of the Dark One’s hand. “Please... Please don’t do this. I made a mistake. I can explain everything. I can explain why I worked for Pan and maybe you’ll understand.”

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[ask-tamara]

You're going to regret not asking who you're working for you. Trust me.

I believe in the cause Greg and I are fighting for. Why ask questions when we’re getting results? It would be best if you didn’t ask questions either.

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asksonofthedarkone​:

How could he not? You were great with him. I’m just getting to know him too, so it’s a bit of a learning experience for both of us.

I’ve been told I’m not good with kids... even though I love them. I have a soft spot for them. I hope he liked me. If I’m going to be marrying his dad, well, I just want him to know I’ll care about him and don’t want to replace the mother of your child.

That mother of your child-- Emma, well, she’s not going to be a problem, right? I saw the way she looked at you.

[ask-tamara]

Henry is a really great kid, Neal. I’m glad I got to meet him. Do you think he liked me?

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[ask-tamara]

I assume that things like what happened with Mary Margaret and Cora are only fuel for your hatred towards magic?

What things? Mary Margaret and Cora? I don’t know who or what you’re talking about, anon. Sorry.

OOC: Tamara is not in Storybrooke yet but will be after tonight’s episode change.

[ask-tamara]

What kind of wedding dress do you want?

I have a few dresses in mind for the big day, but I don’t want to spoil anything for Neal. Someone could easily tell Neal what I have in mind and ruin everything.

[ask-tamara]

You say magic is unholy. Are you religious?

Not really into that sort of thing, honestly. Haven’t been religious-- haven’t been inside a church since I was a kid.

[ask-tamara]

“That’s where you’re wrong again, Neal. I had to use you to get here. You were the key to solving the rest of the puzzle to learn where I had to go to get rid of magic. If things were different, if I didn’t care about magic or if I weren’t with someone else, then perhaps we would have a chance.” Tamara smirked, “I have my ways to find out. You’re not the only one who has dealt with magic. Long before I met you, magic found its way into this world. It took everything from me. It doesn’t belong here. It’s unholy. I thought someone related to the dark would know about that.”

It never was real, Neal. It’s called acting. You’re a pretty good actor yourself for acting like you still don’t care about her.” Tamara laughed, crossing her arms as she stopped pacing. “You’re a good guy and all but I knew about you long before that morning where I spilled coffee on myself. I knew who your father was, where you came from… pretending to love you so I could one day wind up here was the plan all along. I’m after magic because the last thing this world needs are people who can solve problems with magic. It doesn’t belong here. It’s unholy.” Despite trying so hard not to say such words, Tamara wasn’t immune to the curse the town was facing. She had just confessed to everything and enjoyed every minute of it. Even if this wasn’t how she planned on this happening.

“I’m not acting. Even if I still care about Emma, I’d never ditch you to go back to her,” Neal defended, although right now a part of his mind was arguing against the provided statement. “If you wanted to get to Storybrooke you didn’t have to use me to get here. How’d you even find out all that stuff about me?” August knew, but he was from the Enchanted Forest. Maybe he never planned on telling Tamara anything about who he really was, but knowing she had the information since the beginning, it meant everything was a lie since day one. “I’ve learned no matter where you go, you can’t escape magic. Why do you hate it so much? Must be a pretty big reason if you were willing to pretend being in love with me.” Regardless of wanting answers, Neal’s heart was breaking with every word she spoke.

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It never was real, Neal. It’s called acting. You’re a pretty good actor yourself for acting like you still don’t care about her.” Tamara laughed, crossing her arms as she stopped pacing. “You’re a good guy and all but I knew about you long before that morning where I spilled coffee on myself. I knew who your father was, where you came from... pretending to love you so I could one day wind up here was the plan all along. I’m after magic because the last thing this world needs are people who can solve problems with magic. It doesn’t belong here. It’s unholy.” Despite trying so hard not to say such words, Tamara wasn’t immune to the curse the town was facing. She had just confessed to everything and enjoyed every minute of it. Even if this wasn’t how she planned on this happening.

Tamara scoffed as she watched him take hold of her hand. “How stupid are you? Really?” She laughed, pulling her hand back from his grip, and pacing the room as she shook her head in amusement. “Do you really think what we’ve had this past year was real? It wasn’t. I don’t love you.” While it was strange for Tamara to be so open with Neal, she didn’t question it for she knew it had to be due to a curse. She hated magic, acted like it didn’t exist in this world, and knowing that a curse was probably behind her being so honest? Tamara hit the mother-load of magic and once she found Greg in town, the two would have an easy way of wiping it off the map. “I never did love you. You can’t be dumb enough to think I did? I’m not a fool, Neal. I can see you never got over your blonde girl in town. Emma’s her name, right? The Savior? I’d hate to be you right now.”

Neal watched her movements, her pacing steps and amused expression, all actions and words seemed like the opposite of the Tamara he knew. “Of course, I thought it was real? How could I not?” The question came out strained, voice faltering. It couldn’t be happening all over again – finally finding happiness (or so he assumed) only to have it ripped away. It didn’t make any sense and the raw honesty in her words managed to cause his chest to ache. “Tamara, come on this doesn’t sound like you at all. If this wasn’t real then why? Why would you go on pretending to love me?” He paused at the mention of Emma, because he knew his feelings towards her, how they started forcing their way forward again. “This has nothing to do with her. What Emma and I had – you and I are supposed to be married soon. I really don’t think anyone would take a relationship that far if there wasn’t something between us.”

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asksonofthedarkone​:

Despite the strange behavior going on around town, and whatever feelings for Emma he felt rushing forward upon entering, Neal needed to see Tamara. Maybe to convince himself it was nostalgia or something like that. To find any sort of explanation that didn’t prove he was falling for the blonde all over again or to be more precise, still in love with her.

Neal decided not to come to Storybrooke after receiving the postcard August sent. He could have easily turned away from the life he was building and maybe would’ve if not for Tamara. They were getting married and in truth, he wanted to spend his life with her. The was no questioning his choices, New York was his home and so was she. Yes, matters were more complicated now, with Emma, Henry and his father to consider, but they just needed to talk and reach level ground.

“What do you mean you want nothing to do with me?” Confusion set in immediacy, Tamara’s overall personality seeming to shift. “I know I’ve asked a lot of you to lately, but we can work through this.” Neal came over, taking her hand in his. “If I did something to get you mad, I’m sorry. As soon as everything settles down, we can go back home if that’s what you want.”

Tamara scoffed as she watched him take hold of her hand. “How stupid are you? Really?” She laughed, pulling her hand back from his grip, and pacing the room as she shook her head in amusement. “Do you really think what we’ve had this past year was real? It wasn’t. I don’t love you.” While it was strange for Tamara to be so open with Neal, she didn’t question it for she knew it had to be due to a curse. She hated magic, acted like it didn’t exist in this world, and knowing that a curse was probably behind her being so honest? Tamara hit the mother-load of magic and once she found Greg in town, the two would have an easy way of wiping it off the map. “I never did love you. You can’t be dumb enough to think I did? I’m not a fool, Neal. I can see you never got over your blonde girl in town. Emma’s her name, right? The Savior? I’d hate to be you right now.”

[ask-tamara]

Much like most average families in the world, Tamara had a great family and childhood. Her parents were always there for her and loved her, but one night changed things for Tamara forever. A powerful force that one could only describe as magic came into her life, taking her parents from her in a freak accident that no one could explain.

When she grew up and learned that magic was the culprit, and meeting a man who possibly lost his father from similar circumstances, Tamara knew they were destined to work together. A quest to rid this world of magic seemed like a great idea, which lead them to finding the Home Office and come up with a plan, along with falling in love shortly after. Tamara faked her engagement with Neal and longed for the day she could finally end things and pursue what her heart really desired the most.

“You again?” Tamara was sitting in their room in Granny’s Bed and Breakfast when she saw Neal walk in. Her attitude definitely changed from someone who loved another to that of someone who loathed them. “I can’t believe how foolish you’re being and not realizing that I want nothing to do with you.”

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asksonofthedarkone​:

“The vague text messages, yeah Emma’s partly the reason for that,” Neal explained with an apologetic look coming to his features. The last thing he wanted to do was keep anything from Tamara, besides the obvious fact that he wasn’t from this world. But that wasn’t a conversation for now, maybe not ever. “We haven’t seen each other in eleven years, which is why you never met. Emma’s – we were dating back then.” He glanced at her before speaking again. “The whole things kind of a long story.”

“I see.” Tamara forced a smile as she glanced in Emma’s direction briefly. “Eleven years? That’s a long time. I can see why it would be a long story.” Acting concerned that her "fiancé“ was spending time with another woman came easy to Tamara, especially since this was the plan from the start for not just herself, but for the true love of her life to get justice for his father. It wasn’t her problem if Neal was blinded by love to not see past her facade. “Well, I’m happy to provide you with the car since you said it was an emergency, but you should have told me the truth, sweetie. Do you have to go right this second? We could sit down over a drink and you can tell me anything else you haven’t told me.”

[ask-tamara]

“I’m Tamara.”

“Emma.”

“Are you going to tell me who your friend is?” Tamara asked, still holding onto Neal’s hand and pretending not to notice Emma’s pained expression after Neal’s response. “I’ve never met her before.” With all the research she’s done about Neal to plan this whole ruse, Tamara knew it would be only a matter of time before she met Neal’s old flame. She just didn’t know his old flame would be Emma. The blonde forced a smile and excused herself to let the two talk. “Is Emma the reason why you were being so vague in your text messages earlier?” Tamara asked, looking at her fiancé.

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asksonofthedarkone​:

Fiancé 5:45 PM: Sorry I didn’t mean to miss lunch 

Fiancé 5:50 PM: I can explain better in person later

Fiancé 6:15 PM: It’s been a weird day, that’s all

Fiancé 6:17 PM: Complicated would probably be a better word to use. I don’t mean to be so cryptic about the whole thing

Fiancé 6:20 PM: I guess I also missed the wedding planning too. Also sorry

Fiancé 💍 6:30 PM: I don’t see how letting me know you can’t make it today and what’s going on complicated.

Fiancé 💍 6:32 PM: Especially when I was waiting for you and you never showed.

Fiancé 💍 6:40 PM: And you did miss more wedding planning.