*hugs* Feel free to live as many prompts as you want :)
Henry is giving her the silenct treatment for the third day and, sadly, she's used to it. She asks him to tell him what's wrong, but he shrugs and walks away, leaving her to eat breakfast alone.
Emma comes down from the bedroom when Regina is on her way to the office and despite standing a few extra seconds, the sheriff walks by her as if she doesn't exists and soon Henry follows her not bothering to give a second look her way.
At the office the day pass slowly and things heat up around noon when a angry looking David storms her office. "I hope you're happy now!"
He yells and before she has a change to ask him what the hell is going on with Emma, he's out of her office, and once again she find herself alone and confused, and a little bit of angry.
She tries to call Emma, but she gets a busy signal a few times before finally finding her. "Just tell me what I did." Emma hangs up on her.
Snow will know, she thinks, but hell will freeze over before she call Snow.
The final straw comes when she goes to get Henry for their 'mother-son' bonding time/launch. The boy refuses to go with her, even yells at her for hurting his "real" mom and she walks away before he can see her tears.
Not that it will make any difference. It never does.
Six o'clock finds her alone in the darkest booth "The Rabbit Hole" has. She takes another cigarette from her half empty pack of Silk Cut and orders another drink.
The barman, too afraid to tell her not to smoke inside, serves her another whiskey, leaving a bottle of water on the table as well and she laughs.
She should be used to it by now; sitting alone, having no one to talk to, no one to believe her or think about her.
Aww! Okaaay this is what I wanted :) but now I want more! what happened? why Emma is mad? (I have no idea too). Poor Regina. Another promt. Night of the same day. The bedroom. Regina is trying to start a conversation and apologize (well we know she's not good with those things :) so let her try;) )
She expects Emma (and by default Henry) to be at the Charmings when she finally goes home, stumbling inside the house, throwing her purse to the table and watch it fall over, and it reminds her of her life; she’s always falling, isn’t she? Only her pride keeps her going, again and again, when she should have given up long time ago.
She goes to the kitchen for a glass of water and maybe a little something to eat, but when she opens the fridge she finds nothing to her taste. Still, she grabs two slices of toast and eats them with a slice of cheddar cheese, an eating habit that she picked up from Emma. She washes it down with a glass of milk and feeling a little sober starts the long way road to her bedroom.
The door is closed, a sign that Emma is not home because the sheriff always waits for her with the door open and reading a book or, most days, playing Angry Birds on Regina’s Tablet. Regina had tried to buy her one, but the blonde shook her head and told her that she could use hers anyway.
She smiles with the memory. That was no long ago and now Emma is gone and her son is back on the hate wagon, and she’s so tired of always trying to prove something to people that don’t believe in changes.
“Do you know what time it is?” She’s surprised to hear Emma’s voice and boy, she sounds pissed.
“I didn’t expect you to be here, dear,” she says without slurring her words, but Emma knows her better than that.
“You’re drunk,” she accuses.
“I had a few drinks, yes.”
Emma says nothing more and Regina, after fighting to get out of her clothes and losing, she just waves her hand, purple smoke surrounds her and, just like that, she’s ready for bed.
“You promised Henry you wouldn’t use magic.”
She chuckles. “Think he’ll get mad at me?”
Emma turns her back to her. “Whatever.”
Regina knows that she’s not sleeping and probably won’t be able to sleep at all, but the blonde is as stubborn as Regina (sometimes even more) and wins at the end.
“Just tell me what I did, Emma,” she says, her walls lower down thanks to the alcohol and a very exhausting week. She feels drained and just wants to fix whatever she did so the two people she cares more about will stop treating her like shit, and maybe she won’t feel like hitting a wall until she hears her bones break.
“Goodnight, Regina.” Emma says after a while and Regina can feel the start of a headache.
At the most interesting moment! asdfghjkl! Today I won't know why Emma is mad at Regina!;( Why, Why??!! But seriously. This part is so good. This is exactly what I expected. Emma turns her back to her. And I can feel Regina's confusion and embarrassment. And how it's hard to her to beg an explanation and cos that would mean to allow that she was wrong. And Agry birds huh! you're so sweet! :-*
I hate Angry Birds. Dunno why people play this game, but I'm not much of a gamer and when I play I like games where I search for things and I can be Batman :P
Third part! Thiiiiird paaaart! :))) P.S. I don't like Angry birds too. My colleague added that game to my cell so I told her remove it immediately! :) I like the quests and play FIFA, yes, my guilty pleasure heh
Funny, how an empty coffin can make her feel like she’s both lost and back at home.
But they never last long, those peaceful moments that Regina allows herself to think of an innocent girl in love with a stable boy. Her stable boy with his brown hair and big smile. Sometimes she has trouble remembering his face and other times she can’t stop thinking his eyes, the way he smiled at her, touched her; his face when she said that she loved him.
Yes, the peaceful moment is over and all she has now to keep her company are the memories of a life she never wanted, but wasn’t strong enough to avoid. And here she is now, staring at an empty coffin, wishing for things she can never have.
“Regina?”
She tries to speak but her throat is dry; she’s been down here too long. She doesn’t remember when it was the last time she spoke to someone…from that night at her bedroom maybe? She’s not sure and doesn’t care. She just wants the brunette out of here as fast as she can.
“Emma is looking for you,” Ruby says from behind her. “I, uh, I couldn’t smell you until few minutes ago.”
Clearly the girl is waiting for an answer, but Regina is too tired of everything she almost wishes for David. David would be easy to manipulate into a fight. He’s always too eager and carrying his gun like a sword. It wouldn’t take much. Just an insult too many and a fight would start, and maybe she wouldn’t duck in time to avoid a shot.
No one would cry for the Evil Queen. At least her mother was blessed with that. Regina doesn’t expect from Henry to cry and Emma, well, one time she did but not anymore. Maybe Snow, then again Snow cries watching TV shows. Maybe Snow tears will be happy tears.
“Should I?” Ruby steps inside the room, tall and skinny and nothing like the big bad wolf of the books. She looks…worried?
“I’m not going to hurt you,” her voice is weak, tired and her throat hurts with every word.
“Yeah, uh, I’m not…I should call Emma.”
“You should leave,” she wants the girl out of her property, away from Daniel’s coffin, but more important, she want people to leave her alone.
If they could just leave her alone.
“I’m going to call Emma.”
And a fourth part :P FIFA, yes. I like FIFA. I like NBA Live more though. I'm a basketball gal. And my favorite football team sucks, so...
This story when I finish it will be close to 2k. Not bad for a drabble :P
Emma comes minutes later with Henry and she’s still angry with her.
“What the hell, Regina? You can’t disappear for weeks without a goddamn reason!”
“What’s the point staying somewhere they don’t want me?” Regina asks back, her fingers touching the empty spot in the mattress where Daniel’s hand should be if his body wasn’t turn into dust.
They are shaking, her fingers, as if her age is finally catching up on her.
“Mom!”
Henry whines the word, as if Regina did something to embarrass him in front of a girl he likes then again, he always liked Emma better even when she was just a name on the paper.
She wants them out of the room, out of the only place she can call hers. Her mother’s coffin is safe at the next room along with all her belongings and Regina keeps Daniel’s coffin clean as if his body is still inside.
“You really are a piece of work,” Emma’s lips are a thin line and she’s, clearly, holding back because of Henry. “People fight, Regina. Couples fight! Normal couples and normal people. What normal people don’t do is disappear without a word. “
“We were worried,” Henry adds.
“No, you weren’t.”
Henry opens his mouth to say something, but Emma is faster. “We weren’t? The whole town is looking for you. Ruby was out every night trying to catch your scent and-“
well this is definitely not 5 sentence fic hahaha. Aaaa! Now I'm sitting here and hit my head on the desk. It hurts you know ;( How long it will take to torture me?:)
“I’m sorry I was mad at you!” Henry yells and it’s the desperation in his voice that almost force Regina to run to him, hug him and tell him that everything’s alright. “I’m sorry. Come home, please.”
Home? Where her every action is being judge by every goddamn person of this town? Home, where her son treats her hot one minute cold at the next, never carrying if his words hurt her or not. She was almost sure that with Emma by her side she would have some much needed peace and she doesn’t.
“Do I even have one?”
Henry is taken aback, his eyes going wide and he at Emma for help, but the sheriff is as surprised as he is. They have the same expression, one that Regina would have found cute if things were different, but now it’s a painful reminder that Henry will never be just hers anymore.
“Mom, w-what are you talking about?”
“A little over dramatic, don’t you think?” Emma finds her voice again, closing the distance between them. “It was just a fight for crying out loud!”
“No, you had a fight, I had no clue. I came from my office to an empty house and had to learn from Ruby that you were mad at me.”
“Regina-“
“No, you know what? Sometimes love is enough,” she points to mother and son. “And sometimes love isn’t. And it’s okay. It, it really is. I come to accept that I will never be anything else but the Evil Queen. No matter how much I try and that’s okay too. That’s my doing. “
“You’re not-“
“Love is my punishment. To love and not be loved back,” she looks at Henry and the boy suddenly looks so small. “To love and watch that love die. To love and not be enough.” Her eyes take a distant look, staring something at the end of the room only nothing’s there.
Henry’s voice sounds so small when he speaks. “Mom?”
“You should go home.” She argues.
“And you? When you’ll come home?” He asks so full with hope.
Henry is giving her the silenct treatment for the third day and, sadly, she's used to it. She asks him to tell him what's wrong, but he shrugs and walks away, leaving her to eat breakfast alone.
Emma comes down from the bedroom when Regina is on her way to the office and despite standing a few extra seconds, the sheriff walks by her as if she doesn't exists and soon Henry follows her not bothering to give a second look her way.
At the office the day pass slowly and things heat up around noon when a angry looking David storms her office. "I hope you're happy now!"
He yells and before she has a change to ask him what the hell is going on with Emma, he's out of her office, and once again she find herself alone and confused, and a little bit of angry.
She tries to call Emma, but she gets a busy signal a few times before finally finding her. "Just tell me what I did." Emma hangs up on her.
Snow will know, she thinks, but hell will freeze over before she call Snow.
The final straw comes when she goes to get Henry for their 'mother-son' bonding time/launch. The boy refuses to go with her, even yells at her for hurting his "real" mom and she walks away before he can see her tears.
Not that it will make any difference. It never does.
Six o'clock finds her alone in the darkest booth "The Rabbit Hole" has. She takes another cigarette from her half empty pack of Silk Cut and orders another drink.
The barman, too afraid to tell her not to smoke inside, serves her another whiskey, leaving a bottle of water on the table as well and she laughs.
She should be used to it by now; sitting alone, having no one to talk to, no one to believe her or think about her.
But she's not.
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(well we know she's not good with those things :) so let her try;) )
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She goes to the kitchen for a glass of water and maybe a little something to eat, but when she opens the fridge she finds nothing to her taste. Still, she grabs two slices of toast and eats them with a slice of cheddar cheese, an eating habit that she picked up from Emma. She washes it down with a glass of milk and feeling a little sober starts the long way road to her bedroom.
The door is closed, a sign that Emma is not home because the sheriff always waits for her with the door open and reading a book or, most days, playing Angry Birds on Regina’s Tablet. Regina had tried to buy her one, but the blonde shook her head and told her that she could use hers anyway.
She smiles with the memory. That was no long ago and now Emma is gone and her son is back on the hate wagon, and she’s so tired of always trying to prove something to people that don’t believe in changes.
“Do you know what time it is?” She’s surprised to hear Emma’s voice and boy, she sounds pissed.
“I didn’t expect you to be here, dear,” she says without slurring her words, but Emma knows her better than that.
“You’re drunk,” she accuses.
“I had a few drinks, yes.”
Emma says nothing more and Regina, after fighting to get out of her clothes and losing, she just waves her hand, purple smoke surrounds her and, just like that, she’s ready for bed.
“You promised Henry you wouldn’t use magic.”
She chuckles. “Think he’ll get mad at me?”
Emma turns her back to her. “Whatever.”
Regina knows that she’s not sleeping and probably won’t be able to sleep at all, but the blonde is as stubborn as Regina (sometimes even more) and wins at the end.
“Just tell me what I did, Emma,” she says, her walls lower down thanks to the alcohol and a very exhausting week. She feels drained and just wants to fix whatever she did so the two people she cares more about will stop treating her like shit, and maybe she won’t feel like hitting a wall until she hears her bones break.
“Goodnight, Regina.” Emma says after a while and Regina can feel the start of a headache.
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At the most interesting moment! asdfghjkl! Today I won't know why Emma is mad at Regina!;( Why, Why??!!
But seriously. This part is so good. This is exactly what I expected. Emma turns her back to her. And I can feel Regina's confusion and embarrassment. And how it's hard to her to beg an explanation and cos that would mean to allow that she was wrong.
And Agry birds huh! you're so sweet! :-*
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I hate Angry Birds. Dunno why people play this game, but I'm not much of a gamer and when I play I like games where I search for things and I can be Batman :P
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P.S. I don't like Angry birds too. My colleague added that game to my cell so I told her remove it immediately! :) I like the quests and play FIFA, yes, my guilty pleasure heh
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But they never last long, those peaceful moments that Regina allows herself to think of an innocent girl in love with a stable boy. Her stable boy with his brown hair and big smile. Sometimes she has trouble remembering his face and other times she can’t stop thinking his eyes, the way he smiled at her, touched her; his face when she said that she loved him.
Yes, the peaceful moment is over and all she has now to keep her company are the memories of a life she never wanted, but wasn’t strong enough to avoid. And here she is now, staring at an empty coffin, wishing for things she can never have.
“Regina?”
She tries to speak but her throat is dry; she’s been down here too long. She doesn’t remember when it was the last time she spoke to someone…from that night at her bedroom maybe? She’s not sure and doesn’t care. She just wants the brunette out of here as fast as she can.
“Emma is looking for you,” Ruby says from behind her. “I, uh, I couldn’t smell you until few minutes ago.”
Clearly the girl is waiting for an answer, but Regina is too tired of everything she almost wishes for David. David would be easy to manipulate into a fight. He’s always too eager and carrying his gun like a sword. It wouldn’t take much. Just an insult too many and a fight would start, and maybe she wouldn’t duck in time to avoid a shot.
No one would cry for the Evil Queen. At least her mother was blessed with that. Regina doesn’t expect from Henry to cry and Emma, well, one time she did but not anymore. Maybe Snow, then again Snow cries watching TV shows. Maybe Snow tears will be happy tears.
“Should I?” Ruby steps inside the room, tall and skinny and nothing like the big bad wolf of the books. She looks…worried?
“I’m not going to hurt you,” her voice is weak, tired and her throat hurts with every word.
“Yeah, uh, I’m not…I should call Emma.”
“You should leave,” she wants the girl out of her property, away from Daniel’s coffin, but more important, she want people to leave her alone.
If they could just leave her alone.
“I’m going to call Emma.”
And a fourth part :P FIFA, yes. I like FIFA. I like NBA Live more though. I'm a basketball gal. And my favorite football team sucks, so...
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Emma comes minutes later with Henry and she’s still angry with her.
“What the hell, Regina? You can’t disappear for weeks without a goddamn reason!”
“What’s the point staying somewhere they don’t want me?” Regina asks back, her fingers touching the empty spot in the mattress where Daniel’s hand should be if his body wasn’t turn into dust.
They are shaking, her fingers, as if her age is finally catching up on her.
“Mom!”
Henry whines the word, as if Regina did something to embarrass him in front of a girl he likes then again, he always liked Emma better even when she was just a name on the paper.
She wants them out of the room, out of the only place she can call hers. Her mother’s coffin is safe at the next room along with all her belongings and Regina keeps Daniel’s coffin clean as if his body is still inside.
“You really are a piece of work,” Emma’s lips are a thin line and she’s, clearly, holding back because of Henry. “People fight, Regina. Couples fight! Normal couples and normal people. What normal people don’t do is disappear without a word. “
“We were worried,” Henry adds.
“No, you weren’t.”
Henry opens his mouth to say something, but Emma is faster. “We weren’t? The whole town is looking for you. Ruby was out every night trying to catch your scent and-“
“Congrats. You found me. Leave now.”
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Aaaa! Now I'm sitting here and hit my head on the desk. It hurts you know ;( How long it will take to torture me?:)
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Home? Where her every action is being judge by every goddamn person of this town? Home, where her son treats her hot one minute cold at the next, never carrying if his words hurt her or not. She was almost sure that with Emma by her side she would have some much needed peace and she doesn’t.
“Do I even have one?”
Henry is taken aback, his eyes going wide and he at Emma for help, but the sheriff is as surprised as he is. They have the same expression, one that Regina would have found cute if things were different, but now it’s a painful reminder that Henry will never be just hers anymore.
“Mom, w-what are you talking about?”
“A little over dramatic, don’t you think?” Emma finds her voice again, closing the distance between them. “It was just a fight for crying out loud!”
“No, you had a fight, I had no clue. I came from my office to an empty house and had to learn from Ruby that you were mad at me.”
“Regina-“
“No, you know what? Sometimes love is enough,” she points to mother and son. “And sometimes love isn’t. And it’s okay. It, it really is. I come to accept that I will never be anything else but the Evil Queen. No matter how much I try and that’s okay too. That’s my doing. “
“You’re not-“
“Love is my punishment. To love and not be loved back,” she looks at Henry and the boy suddenly looks so small. “To love and watch that love die. To love and not be enough.” Her eyes take a distant look, staring something at the end of the room only nothing’s there.
Henry’s voice sounds so small when he speaks. “Mom?”
“You should go home.” She argues.
“And you? When you’ll come home?” He asks so full with hope.
“Me? I’m already home.”
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