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Sep 7 2017, 03:46 PM
Once upon a not so long ago time, Hank had the job of being a knight, sure as well as raising his daughter, but a knight none the less. He fought in battles, he aided Arthur his King, he helped to guard Camelot. Since being back in the Land Without Magic, he'd found himself with his only real day to day duties being to raise his daughter. Which he loved Violet with every ounce of his being, so that wasn't a problem in the least, but over time he'd found himself needing more, especially when there weren't any threats to help the heroes deal with. He eventually found that working at the stables was the most relaxing job, as well as helping to pay the bills he now found himself with, of course one perk to working at the stables managed to have the added benefit of free board for his daughter's horse. It also reminded him of home though, his Camelot home. Sure it hadn't been his first home, but it had been the place he really made a true home for himself, found love, had a family. Even though he didn't regret making the decision to remain in Storybrooke, to raise Violet here, he did sometimes miss the simplicity of living in a world like Camelot.

Another positive of being back in this realm he had access to a guitar again, granted there had been things like guitars in Camelot, but for the most part he'd always been busy with surviving and being a knight to think much about music. Now that he was in Storybrooke though, he'd managed to get his hands on a guitar and start to get back into the hang of things. It wasn't easy at first, it was like learning all over again, but eventually he started feeling back to his old self when it came to music, though it wasn't something he generally advertised around that he could do. Things had gotten even better when something happened that Hank never could have dreamt would actually happen to him, that he could be so lucky, but his wife was back in his life. Not that it was a complete surprise, people had been coming back from the dead ever since Rumplestiltskin had done whatever dark magic he'd needed to do to get the heroes out of the Underworld, but Hank never imagined, of all the millions of dead souls, that he would get his wife back who had died a few decades earlier in the Enchanted Forest. His family was complete again, for the most part.

Today was like most days, see Violet off to school, get to the stables, see the horses all got their breakfast first of course, and then on to the cleaning and mucking. Earlier while he'd taken a break he'd taken some time to play his guitar, he found that many of the horses found it soothing, at least they always seemed to calm way down when he played, it was especially useful when the zombies had upset them or when there was a bad storm. Once he was done mucking out some of the stalls and had fed all the horses, he decided to take a break in one of the empty stalls that was just currently being occupied with bails of hay. He had decided to grab his guitar and decided to play something.

He strummed a few chords and then stopped to scratch at his beard, or well it was growing in again, it wasn't nearly as thick as it had been when he first arrived in Storybrooke. He had finally decided to shave it off a week ago, but it bugged him not having facial hair so he was letting it grow back again. Plus it wasn't as hard to keep up the shaved look as it was just having facial hair.

He leaned back against the hay and tuned his guitar and eventually started playing a song.

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Tag @ Open / Notes: Going for a walk in the forest to think

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<p>There were days when Hank wasn't sure if it really was the safest thing deciding to stay here in Storybrooke and raise his daughter here after all the crazy events with Emma and then the heroes taking off to the Underworld, things had been relatively quite for awhile once everyone got back from the Underworld, besides the portals dropping people left and right, but that was more chaos than dangerous. Now things seemed to be getting worse again, something dark was on the horizon, what started as people spotting a few zombies turned into an all out battle at one point a month or two earlier. Zombies attacking with some dark figure leading them was definitely something to worry about when he was trying to raise a teenage daughter. He wanted to keep her safe and ever since the attacks got more frequent, he was constantly harping on where she was going, when she would be back and if she remembered to bring the dagger he'd given her.

<p>He worried about his daughter constantly, he couldn't bare to lose her like he'd lost his wife, his daughter was all he had left. He knew she wouldn't want to go back to the Enchanted Forest even if there was a way to do it, not since she was dating that Mills boy Henry, and she'd finally seemed to start settling into the new world and school. He was in protective dad mode though these days, in overdrive, insisting she never went anywhere alone, even if it was just Henry with her. Insisting that she call even if she were going to be five minutes late. He was patrolling again as well.

<p>Of course, now it seemed he wouldn't be raising her alone after all, his wife was back from the dead. He was still having a hard time soaking it all in, dangers on one side, his wife on the other. He was so glad to have her back but they'd been apart for so long, and though he had been far from over her, so much had changed that he was scared to death she wouldn't want to be with him any more. What if she had fallen out of love with him, what if he was too old for her now, he had aged a bunch since she had last seen him, at least five or ten years or so, he wasn't sure since the curses made it a bit confusing.

<p>Today Violet was off hanging out with Henry and her mother, so Hank decided to go for a walk in the forest, more like a patrol really, but he wanted some time to think about everything going on. He even suited up into his old Camelot attire to be safe in case he did face zombies, his sword strapped to his side. He'd already tended to the horses at the stable, so he really didn't have much else to do besides worry about his daughter. He headed off into the woods, not planning on running into anyone, but he tried to remain alert to his surroundings.

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tags Lady Morgan / Notes: Reunion at the stables

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<p>Hank was glad for spring, not that he minded winter, but he felt like this place definitely got more snow than Camelot ever had. Of course there was also the threat of zombies this year, yet another catastrophe going on in Storybrooke making him rethink if it had really been a good idea to stay instead of going back to Camelot with the others over a year ago. So far he'd managed to keep Violet safe from the zombies attacking, but he worried constantly these days when he wasn't with her, even more than he did in general. Raising her by himself after his wife had died hadn't been easy, the constant worry whether or not he was doing it right, whether or not Violet was safe. On the other hand, he was thankful to have Violet in his life, after Amanda died his focus went to their daughter, to making sure she was ok and cared for, he hardly had time to mourn outwardly, and he definitely couldn't afford to give up since he had his beautiful daughter to live for. It had been so hard though, he never knew who was to blame for her death, Arthur had said it seemed potentially to do with something magical, since there were not outward signs of what had killed her. It had been as if she'd simply fallen over dead. Arthur had sworn he'd help Hank find out who had done it, but every lead Arthur had given him was a dead end, and eventually he gave up.

<p>Occasionally he went to see Archie to talk about things, how he still felt even all these years later he was grieving his wife's death, like he'd never really had closure, or vengeance for whomever or whatever had killed her. Would he always be alone, simply because he couldn't get over a wife who had died so long ago, before the first curse even. Did everyone mourn for so long after they lost someone they loved, or was it just him, was he not normal. He'd never been much for wearing his emotions on his sleeve, and in some ways it wasn't like Amanda had just been the woman he fell in love with and started a family with, but the woman who helped him really find his place in Camelot. She'd always understood him, she was a force, an amazing force that came into his life just when he really needed it. She could make him laugh even when he wanted to be angry, or happy when all he wanted to be was frustrated. Ever since losing her, he felt like there was a hole in his heart that could never be filled.

<p>It was Vi's day off from school, and normally on her days off they'd have gone to the stables together, but he had some errands to run around town, so Violet had gone on ahead of him. It had taken him so long to do the things he'd had to get done, that by the time he finally got to the stables he figured Violet was probably long gone, perhaps off having lunch at the diner with Henry or back at home studying. She was a good girl with a good head on her shoulders, but he still worried about her being alone. Hank made his way into the stables and looked around a bit, horses seemed calm and nothing immediately seemed out of place, no signs of zombies so that was good. He whistled as he started to lead one of the horses out of its stall so he could brush it down, not really paying attention to his surroundings, mostly because he knew that the horses would sense danger or other people long before he did, so he usually just focused on the horses, and if they started to get agitated, then he'd know something or someone was around.

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<p>Hank had gotten to the stables earlier than usual, and after he finished mucking out the first half of stalls he decided to take a short break. He went into one of the empty larger stalls full of fresh hay and sat down with his back against the wall. At first he just strummed a few songs on his guitar, but it didn't take long for his eyes to feel heavy. He hadn't even realised how tired he was, he knew he hadn't slept good the night before, but still next thing he knew he was yawning and drifting off into a bit of a nap.

<p>Hank wasn't sure how long he'd been asleep, maybe it was only five minutes, maybe it was an hour, but the next thing he remembered waking up was feeling very different. The world looked different somehow, smelled different, sounded different. He had no idea what was going on, but after a few moments he looked and saw his clothes on the ground, and suddenly realised he had hooves. What the hell! He called out, but no one heard him, granted he wasn't even sure if anyone could understand him any way, it wasn't like he was Mr. Ed, an old television show he remembered from his childhood in the Land Without Magic.

<p>Fortunately he hadn't closed the empty stall behind him when he'd gone in to take a break, so he headed out and into town. A few people walking seemed to look at him funny, and well he was a horse just taking a walk through town with no one else, people probably thought he'd gotten loose from the stables. He needed to find someone, anyone that could help. He couldn't just get into most buildings, he had no hands after all. He kept walking and noticed that someone hadn't latched the door to the Rabbit Hole, so he pushed it open with his head and looked around. Probably no one around this early, it was barely lunch time after all.

<p><b>"Hello, can anyone understand me?"</b> He called out, hoping someone might, but unfortunately it was doubtful any human would understand him.

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Sometimes Hank actually wondered if it had been the right choice staying in Storybrooke and not heading back to Camelot with a lot of the others. He knew that Violet was happy here, especially since she was dating Henry, though the entire thing still made him nervous, everything to worry about as a single parent and now he was dealing with boys as well. Problem was it seemed around Storybrooke they were always waiting for the other magical shoe to drop on their heads, one magical catastrophe and problem after another. Things with the apparently demon possessed dark one had finally died down and been sorted, but now of all things, there were zombies seeping into Storybrooke from somewhere. More reasons to constantly worry about his daughter's welfare, just what he needed.

He wasn't sure he trusted that Henry could keep her safe, but these days he did feel a bit better knowing that Violet had Henry to walk her to and from school. He trusted the lad that much at the very least. Hank had his shift at the stables, he'd already mucked them all out, now he was working on feeding and tending to each horse. Each one had to be rubbed down, groomed, brushed and all that. It was part of the work he actually enjoyed, it was almost cathartic. Plus the horses always sensed if someone was about, even more so if it was danger, so if the horses tensed up or got spooked, Hank knew someone or something was around that shouldn't be.

He sung a bit under his breath as he worked, a nice soothing song that helped put the horses at ease, no particular song, just the first melody that sprung to his mind. He'd always had a nice singing voice, even could play the guitar a bit, but it wasn't something he really advertised, few knew he had talent, and he liked to keep it that way. He led his daughter's horse out of the stall and hooked it to another railing so he could brush him down. Hank wasn't really paying much attention to his surroundings, he knew the horses would perk up if someone came around.

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