Sunday Six Sentences
Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.
Fanfic #1:
“Then what is it?”
Regina just shakes her head and stares up at her with soft, wet dark eyes, and, no, Emma didn’t sign up for this, she can’t look this hopelessness in the eye and say we’ll make it. Regina is the strong one, the one who tore an entire world apart and re-built it, the one with the plans and the will and the way, and Emma just isn’t. Emma can’t be any of that.
“No, you can’t do this.” Emma crouches in front of Regina, gripping her by the knees and pleading, “Goddamnit, please, Regina, this isn’t-I can’t, just, please.”
“He’s not getting any better, Emma. He’s just not.” Regina takes a shuddering breath and she shrinks down until she is so small, so very small that Emma holds onto her tighter. “We’re just watching him die, and-gods, Emma, we can’t do anything about it. I can’t-”
Emma surges forward and kisses her, mumbling, “Shut up,” when she pulls back, and she presses back in, kissing Regina again and again and hating her for how she surrenders, whimpering against Emma’s mouth.
Fanfic #2:
“You have to stop.”
Regina’s lip curls, her back straightens, and this, this feels more right than anything else. “Do I?”
Daniel’s hands grasp at hers, don’t move even when her magic flares to life under skin and more than likely sends a shock straight through him; she still isn’t used to being able to touch him again, to be near him and feel flesh and blood and bone, a heartbeat steady and strong.
Still, she wrenches out of his grasp and hisses, “I’m trying to protect Henry. To protect you.”
“With dark magic.” Daniel’s eyes narrow with determination as he says, “It’s wrong.”
The words hit her like the cold slap of the winter wind outside, and a decorative vase shatters behind her. The look on his face is so reminiscent of that same smug righteousness she had endured for years from an insipid Snow that Regina’s hand itches with the urge to slap him. She breathes and curls her fingers into a fist, pushes her magic down, down, down into the core of her being.
Fanfic #1:
“Then what is it?”
Regina just shakes her head and stares up at her with soft, wet dark eyes, and, no, Emma didn’t sign up for this, she can’t look this hopelessness in the eye and say we’ll make it. Regina is the strong one, the one who tore an entire world apart and re-built it, the one with the plans and the will and the way, and Emma just isn’t. Emma can’t be any of that.
“No, you can’t do this.” Emma crouches in front of Regina, gripping her by the knees and pleading, “Goddamnit, please, Regina, this isn’t-I can’t, just, please.”
“He’s not getting any better, Emma. He’s just not.” Regina takes a shuddering breath and she shrinks down until she is so small, so very small that Emma holds onto her tighter. “We’re just watching him die, and-gods, Emma, we can’t do anything about it. I can’t-”
Emma surges forward and kisses her, mumbling, “Shut up,” when she pulls back, and she presses back in, kissing Regina again and again and hating her for how she surrenders, whimpering against Emma’s mouth.
Fanfic #2:
“You have to stop.”
Regina’s lip curls, her back straightens, and this, this feels more right than anything else. “Do I?”
Daniel’s hands grasp at hers, don’t move even when her magic flares to life under skin and more than likely sends a shock straight through him; she still isn’t used to being able to touch him again, to be near him and feel flesh and blood and bone, a heartbeat steady and strong.
Still, she wrenches out of his grasp and hisses, “I’m trying to protect Henry. To protect you.”
“With dark magic.” Daniel’s eyes narrow with determination as he says, “It’s wrong.”
The words hit her like the cold slap of the winter wind outside, and a decorative vase shatters behind her. The look on his face is so reminiscent of that same smug righteousness she had endured for years from an insipid Snow that Regina’s hand itches with the urge to slap him. She breathes and curls her fingers into a fist, pushes her magic down, down, down into the core of her being.