squirm - emma/regina
Title: squirm
Prompt: Challenge #461 - Squirm
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Pairing: Emma/Regina
Rating: T
Word Count: 211
Notes: Set at the end of season 3. Marian is Marian, and OQ never happened. Told from Marian's point of view, because why not?
This town is a big fucking mess, you think.
Here, The Evil Queen is not The Evil Queen, not anymore, not to these people, not to that pretty blonde woman who saved you, not to that creepy pirate, not even to your own husband, and the mere thought of it makes you want to throw up, and scream for all them all to hear about the horrible things this woman, this monster, has done - to you, to all of them.
That pretty blonde woman looks at The Evil Queen like she’s a drowning sailor and The Queen is the last lifejacket, and the sight of it makes you want to shield your eyes, protect the pretty blonde woman’s heart from being broken by her.
That’s what The Evil Queen does. She breaks hearts, crushes them to dust, and laughs as you sob into the ashes.
“She’s a monster!” You hiss.
The Evil Queen turns, and it makes you want to squirm, and looks at you with something like… if you didn’t know better, you’d say it was sorrow reflecting in bright hazel eyes.
You do not apologize, because there is nothing for you to apologize for, but, even in sleep, that look still haunts your thoughts like a lost ghost.
Prompt: Challenge #461 - Squirm
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Pairing: Emma/Regina
Rating: T
Word Count: 211
Notes: Set at the end of season 3. Marian is Marian, and OQ never happened. Told from Marian's point of view, because why not?
This town is a big fucking mess, you think.
Here, The Evil Queen is not The Evil Queen, not anymore, not to these people, not to that pretty blonde woman who saved you, not to that creepy pirate, not even to your own husband, and the mere thought of it makes you want to throw up, and scream for all them all to hear about the horrible things this woman, this monster, has done - to you, to all of them.
That pretty blonde woman looks at The Evil Queen like she’s a drowning sailor and The Queen is the last lifejacket, and the sight of it makes you want to shield your eyes, protect the pretty blonde woman’s heart from being broken by her.
That’s what The Evil Queen does. She breaks hearts, crushes them to dust, and laughs as you sob into the ashes.
“She’s a monster!” You hiss.
The Evil Queen turns, and it makes you want to squirm, and looks at you with something like… if you didn’t know better, you’d say it was sorrow reflecting in bright hazel eyes.
You do not apologize, because there is nothing for you to apologize for, but, even in sleep, that look still haunts your thoughts like a lost ghost.