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Post by Exquisiteliltart on Nov 25, 2012 11:39:00 GMT -6
KillerElephants suggested a community story where each person writes a bit. Like a story-orgy or daisy chain... SQ is the theme. Let us begin:
Regina didn't heed the meaning of the term 'fair fight' when it came to Henry...or when it came to anything really. She thought Emma would understand that by now, but here she was faced by the blonde who blazed in anger. It was impressive really. Obviously, Emma's time in the Enchanted Forest hadn't mellowed her out at all. Regina couldn't help but smile the moment she saw Emma's dour frown.
"Are we really going to do this here, Ms. Swan? I do believe the loyal patron's of Granny's are not keen on this inappropriate disruption of yours," Regina's voice was steady, she crossed her arms and tilted her head as Emma clenched her fists.
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Post by ryaninthesky on Nov 25, 2012 13:50:26 GMT -6
"When the hell are we going to do this, Regina? For such a small town you seem to find plenty of places to hide when I want to talk to you." Emma was almost shaking with rage, her fingers pressed tightly enough against her palms to leave stark, half-moon imprints on her skin.
"I don't run, Ms. Swan." Regina ground out between clenched teeth. It made sense that it would be an insult to her pride that would finally prick her ire.
"Bullshit. You've been running away since the first day I set foot in this town..."
A crossbow bolt interrupted her tirade, parting the air between Emma and Regina's suddenly-too-close faces to sink inches into the diner wall.
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Post by magicmumu on Nov 25, 2012 17:44:15 GMT -6
"Oh! Sorry!"
"Ru- Er, Red?" Emma asked.
"Sorry," the brunette said again, her hand to her mouth. I swear I was just..."
"What, may i ask are you doing here?" Regina asked. Still irked at Emma, as she often was, she didn't try to change her tone when speaking to the young woman.
"I heard Emma was looking for you. I followed the trails to see if you were alright. I-I brought this just in case but this really isn't my weapon of choice," Red said.
Emma nodded. "More like granny's, am I right."
Red let out a small, sheepish chuckle. "Right."
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Post by scribb1es on Nov 26, 2012 2:50:18 GMT -6
The woman in question appeared behind them, striding across the diner, wiping her hands on an apron. She held out her hand and glared at Red, saying nothing.
Red chuckled ruefully. "May have kinda borrowed it without permission."
Granny waited as her worn, beloved crossbow was placed in her palm. She gripped it and slid her eyes across the two women squared off against each other. Without taking her eyes off them she growled.
"Red, go and tend the kitchen. Orders are banking up." Granny waited until the younger woman was out of earshot then lowered her voice.
"You've been back how long and you two are already into it?" the older woman asked incredulously, eyebrows lifting.
"She started it!" Emma snapped and scowled at the derisive bark of laughter from the brunette. She hadn't meant to sound just like Henry and the look of condescension on Regina's face told her that was exactly how it came out.
"Far be it for me to get in the middle of a..." Granny paused as if seeking a delicate way to explain what she had interrupted, "whatever this is, but you may not be aware you have a rapt audience hanging on your every word."
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Post by agramontes on Nov 26, 2012 4:02:27 GMT -6
Leroy stepped forward from the crowd that had gathered in the back room as Regina and Emma argued.
Grabbing them each by the arms, he whispered, 'Okay, Ladies. Far be it for me to say anything while somebody makes a scene, but you two need to take it outside.'
Leroy took the lead, escorting the bickering duo out the front door of granny's as Ruby gathered up their belongings and followed.
'Here's your stuff Regina.' Ruby sighed, casting her eyes on Emma.'Come back when you've mellowed out.'
Emma and Regina were left standing in the cold dark street. A chill hung in the air as the door to Granny's slammed shut with a clang and a bell.
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Post by killerelephants on Nov 26, 2012 5:20:18 GMT -6
The full force of Regina's glare was aimed directly at Emma's averted gaze. She felt it, of course, and heard the strained, rasping breaths that came from the other woman, but knew that calming down was in everyone's best interests - especially her own; who knew how many buttons she'd have to press to have the former Evil Queen resorting to magical interjection?
Running her tongue along her top row of teeth, the blonde took a few meaningless steps, grounding herself in her wide stance, and finally turned to face Regina.
"I have never been so humiliated..." The brunette barked, her tone clipped but menacing as she strode forward, closer to the other woman's personal bubble. Although Emma was sure those words weren't particularly truthful, she remained quiet but for her raging, green irises that absorbed each of the former mayor's movements like she might a predatory Big Cat.
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Post by scribb1es on Nov 26, 2012 19:54:49 GMT -6
"Look, I'll make it really simple for you," Emma growled. "I saved your life..." She raised her hand to stop Regina's incoming interruption and continued. "I did. We both know that wraith was gunning for YOU.
"And now I have been running around fighting ogres in some rustic freaking land with no proper sanitation and climbing beanstalks and fighting off Captain Hook's skeezy wandering hands, and all I can think about is - I want my own bed, I want some fatty cheesy junk food, I want to see my kid."
She watched as Regina's eyes narrowed at the reference to Henry being hers. "All right, our kid," Emma added with a wave. The brunette continued to glower and Emma realised it was just pissing her off now.
"I am tired, I am grumpy. I went through hell. And we claw our way back here by the skin of our teeth and I don't get even a hint of gratitude? No 'Thanks Miss Swan for saving my skinny white ass?'
"And to top it all off, now - in there, with my friends, my family, you can't even put on a fake smile and take a slice of the welcome-home cake Snow offered you?"
"I don't WANT cake," Regina cut in snarling.
"Well you made THAT abundantly clear, didn't you? Smearing it on the table? Really classy. And I would ask what you DO want but I am sure it's all about how my dad stole Henry and all you got was a lousy magic hangover trying to get him back."
"I've stopped." The voice was suddenly so quiet.
"What?" Emma blinked as Regina's head dropped and an almost embarrassed look crossed the brunette's face.
"Using magic. I've stopped. For Henry," she said softly.
Emma's eyes went wide. She knew then Regina was not lying.
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Post by redcharcoal on Nov 27, 2012 5:51:19 GMT -6
"I didn't know," Emma frowned, shoving her hands into her red leather jacket. "All anyone told me was you were keeping to yourself."
"Well that's a nice way of describing house arrest," Regina said with a scowl. "I notice they think it's amusing to trot me out though when it suits them. Force me to dance to their tune, play the nice tamed pet."
She fell silent.
Emma looked at her with understanding. "Force you to eat cake?" she asked quietly. She didn't wait for an answer, and stepped inside her space. "I am sorry, Regina, I never thought about what you've been going through with all this."
Regina looked up in surprise. "Why would you? Why would anyone?" She gave a bark of mirthless laughter. "I am the evil queen. I don't get to have feelings." Her lip curled with derision.
Emma tilted her head. "Except we both know that's not true, don't we? You are a mess of feelings. Deep down. Or..." she slipped her eyes knowingly across the brunette's face, "maybe not quite so deep down?"
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Post by agramontes on Nov 27, 2012 8:20:57 GMT -6
Regina let out a small laugh as she broke eye contact with Emma.
She sniffled and wiped her face with the cuff of her green blouse.
The 'savior' sure had an uncanny way of looking right through her.
Emma could see that she had hit a soft spot with her questions.
Regina was struggling to control her breathing, trying to stop
more tears from emerging.
The two remained silent for a while.
'Can I drive you home Regina?'
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Post by killerelephants on Nov 27, 2012 9:58:20 GMT -6
Emma wasn't sure what made her ask, nor was she sure just how Regina Mills - Mayor of Storybrooke, Queen from a Fairytale Land - could look so...defeated. For what it was worth, the blonde wouldn't change a thing that had led her to this moment. Okay, perhaps little changes. But she did not regret breaking the curse that had held this town in stasis for over twenty eight years; which only made her guilt for causing Regina's downfall an altogether messed up, misplaced and confused emotion - and she was never usually that great with them in the first place.
Just as she had expected, Regina's eyes widened in surprise, and then darkened with suspicion. The mayor straightened her posture, expression solidifying over her features, and Emma knew that this reaction was for the best.
"Not only is there icing caked beneath my fingernails, but you want me to be seen inside that...yellow deathtrap you call a vehicle?" The mayor raised an eyebrow, shrugging off her momentary lapse from the usual icy exterior she maintained. She leaned closer to the Sheriff in an act of intimidation she knew wouldn't quite deliver. "I am capable of driving myself home, Ms. Swan." Her dark eyes slid across to the diner; through a window, she could see a few familiar anxious faces watching them among the party-goers. "You should get back to your celebration."
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Post by marieyotz on Nov 27, 2012 12:07:30 GMT -6
Emma sighed. One step forward two steps back would be a pleasant change of pace for her relations with Regina. It was more like 'one step forward followed by a swift kick to the shins.' Regina was right, though. Her friends and family had waited a long time, and worked incredibly hard, to bring her home. She owed them her presence at this party -- even if all she wanted to do was go back to Mary Margaret's and revel in her doubtlessly doomed-to-be-short-lived happiness about just being home in Storybrooke.
So Emma stepped back. "Fine. Have it your way. I'll have you know I really missed that car. It might be a little bit of a beater, but it beats anything you guys have back in fairy tale world, I can promise you that. I'm never traveling by beanstalk again. I'll keep the bug."
Before she could check her interest, Regina cocked her head, just ever so slightly intrigued despite herself. "You climbed a beanstalk?"
Emma shrugged, and gave Regina her best "too bad so sad" face. "I did. I'd tell you about it... but you've gotta get back to your empty house." Emma turned then, and walked back towards the entrance to Granny's. "See you around, Regina."
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Post by bella on Nov 28, 2012 2:41:36 GMT -6
Regina watched her walk away, feeling more confused than ever. After watching the empty spot the Saviour had been a mere moments before she slowly walked back to her own car.
Emma sighed before joining her family. It's not that she didn't want to celebrate with them, she just wanted.. well something.
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Post by killerelephants on Nov 28, 2012 11:19:58 GMT -6
(I tried to reply to this, then got stuck for like five minutes just staring at your avatar *squee*)
The mansion was an empty place, more so in these winter months, but only now did Regina truly feel its cold. Her fingernails bit into the sleeve of her trench coat, just daring it to leave her body as she stared around the foyer. The artificial lighting felt hard and sterile, the white walls a physical representation of that vacuous hole that once ate at her chest, and raising a finger to the lightswitch to kill those glaring beams from above was the only thing that kept her erratic heart from thumping its way right out of her chest.
Alone and again in the dark, she took a steadying breath, closed her eyes, and released her claw-like hold on her sleeves. Dinner would be a rushed and unpleasant affair this evening, but even thinking of the leftover meal-for-one she had already prepared in her fridge turned her stomach. So she reopened her eyes and grounded herself within the foyer - another deep breath, until the sickness was abated - and made her way up the stairs to her bedroom.
Perhaps she could shower, she thought, fingernails feeling gritty from speared specks of icing. She shouldn't have made such a spectacle, a distant voice told her, one that she was sure must have belonged to the Mayor. But, now, she really couldn't think to care. No respect was lost on her part, of that she was quite sure.
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Post by scribb1es on Nov 28, 2012 23:09:39 GMT -6
How long had she been under the shower? Regina blinked and looked at the pruned skin on her fingers. The water seemed to have cooled off. What distracted her.
Then she heard it again. Knocking. Who the hell would bother her at... she turned off the taps and reached for her wristwatch... 9 o'clock? She hadn't surely been standing under the flow for 40 minutes?
The knock sounded again, more urgent this time, and she quickly dried herself off and reached for a robe. She ran a brush quickly through her hair and then swiftly descended the stairs.
She flung open the door and could not help her eyebrow floating up.
"Really?" she asked her visitor and leaned against the frame folding her arms. "This had better be good."
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Post by agramontes on Nov 29, 2012 9:34:12 GMT -6
Ruby peered through the blinds at the two women arguing outside. "Hmm, I wonder about those two." She muttered quietly to no one in particular.
Emma rejoined the party with a forced smile. She was genuinely happy to be back in Storybrooke, to finally have her family. Even though, she was still getting used to all the closeness and responsibility.
"Mary Margaret, uh Snow and James, her dad, hmm." It's still so strange, she thought.
Henry made it all worth it.
As much as she wanted to be happy, something was tainting her happiness: Regina.
For all those years, Emma had been alone. Now, Regina was alone, and it wasn't right, she thought.
Looking at her watch, it was still early, maybe she could make it right....
After tucking Henry into her bed with a kiss, Emma rummaged around her apartment.
A bottle of scotch, a couple of DVDs and some bundles of foil wrapped cake and she was out the door.
Emma rang the bell and waited, then knocked loudly.
"Really?" Regina exclaimed. "This has better be good."
Emma swallowed a lump in her throat and pulled the bottle of scotch half way out of her bag.
"This is a Peace Offering. Regina. Hear me out." Regina had come to expect Emma's boldness, but this was bolder than she had ever seen her. Regina wasn't sure if it was the crappy day she had or something else, but she was curious and felt she had nothing to lose. She stepped back and motioned for Emma to join her inside.
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