Sunday Six Sentences
Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.
Fanfic:
The silence wraps around them again, heavy with all that has happened and all that could happen, and Emma fights through it to just breathe and remember, remember that it’s over, no matter what the price was. Then Regina sobs, just once. Emma inches her hand across the bedspread, nudges Regina’s palm and slips their fingers together.
They’ve spent so long now touching each other, sharing magic, that Regina doesn’t shy away from the contact. She just simply holds on.
Henry comes in. Later, when Emma is floating on the edges of sleep, and he doesn’t pause, just crawls up the bed between them and flops onto his back as Regina pulls her hand out of Emma’s grasp.
“I think I should have a sword,” he announces, and Emma turns her head so she can see the way his eyebrows draw together anytime he feels some injustice has been done. “So I can keep them from trying to take Mom away.”
Fanfic:
The silence wraps around them again, heavy with all that has happened and all that could happen, and Emma fights through it to just breathe and remember, remember that it’s over, no matter what the price was. Then Regina sobs, just once. Emma inches her hand across the bedspread, nudges Regina’s palm and slips their fingers together.
They’ve spent so long now touching each other, sharing magic, that Regina doesn’t shy away from the contact. She just simply holds on.
Henry comes in. Later, when Emma is floating on the edges of sleep, and he doesn’t pause, just crawls up the bed between them and flops onto his back as Regina pulls her hand out of Emma’s grasp.
“I think I should have a sword,” he announces, and Emma turns her head so she can see the way his eyebrows draw together anytime he feels some injustice has been done. “So I can keep them from trying to take Mom away.”