For the curious folk here is the tale of Jamie Dornan in Vancouver:
We were at the hotel waiting for Colin O’Donoghue when we saw Jamie coming out. We have a couple season 1 cast photos that we needed him on, and I never got my picture with him last year.
We went up to him and he remembered Ken and Ken said “Hey Jamie, it’s so awesome to see you’re back in town.” Jamie’s reply: “Thanks guys!”
Lindsay: “Any hint on how long you’re back for?”
Jamie: “They haven’t told me anything yet. My stay may be long, it may be short. I’m waiting to see what they have written for me.”
Lindsay: “Can I get a picture with you?”
Jamie: “Absolutely, make sure the little guy is in the picture too, what’s his name?”
Jamie: “Like, named after Mickey Rourke’s dog?”
Lindsay: “Umm, no, named after the God of Mischief”
Jamie: “Oh, haha, that makes more sense”
Lindsay: “So mostly studio and woods shooting for you I guess eh?”
Jamie: “For now. But in Storybrooke, is anyone ever dead?”
Ken: “How’s the shoulder?”
Jamie: “Really good, thanks.”
Ken: “Thanks for signing and looking forward to seeing you back on the show.”
Jamie: “No problem guys, good to see you. Just going to grab some food now so, see you next time!”
Graham & Emma (1th sketch) _wip
Sheriff Graham / The Huntsman
“I’m a bit more old fashioned in my techniques: pounding the pavement, knocking on doors, that sort of thing.”
Annabelle has spent enough time in the woods to know when something was amiss. In the cool air of almost dusk, as she swims toward shore where she’ll undergo her nightly transformation, she feels it. Once she realizes that she can hear no other creature, not even the usual chirp of the crickets or the croak of the frogs, she looks around, searching the areas around her carefully for signs of danger. Just because she saw none did not mean none was present.
She hears it before she sees it, the whistling through the air of an arrow coming straight toward her. She tries to take flight quickly in a desperate attempt to escape, but doesn’t quite make it out of the way before she is falling out of the sky – a sharp, searing pain in her wing blinding her to the point of passing out.
It wasn’t a clean hit – and he frowns at the thought, after all, he never misses – before setting off into the rapidly darkening forest to find his quarry – Regina’s quarry – it’s a shame to have to take the life of such a beautiful creature for such a frivolous purpose – for its feathers – but he will do as she commands. He has to do what she commands.
It’s easy to find her – the broken branches and leaves, the shed feathers, the blood trail on the ground. He hears her labored breathing, her pained whimpers, and slowly closes in – somewhere in his mind the thought crops up that those sounds do not belong to a bird of her size. No, they belong to something … bigger.
Closer and closer he comes, until he parts the brush hiding her, stopping right in his tracks once he finally comes upon her. Only – it is not a swan that he comes across, it is a girl, skinny, dirty, wet – streaked with blood … his arrow protruding from her right arm.
She allows a tiny groan of pain to escape her lips as she meets his eyes with her, hardly moving from where she’s fallen. In that last moment before she loses consciousness, she manages one soft plea.
“Please do not hurt me … “
once upon a time stills [5/?]
(only the first one is ours)
On bringing back The Huntsman (Jamie Dornan) at some point — and whether they regret killing him:
Kitsis: Well, we designed that character to die, but knowing Jamie and how much we love him, of course it tortures us.
Horowitz: We love Jamie so much.
Kitsis: We’d love to get him back again…