coalitiongirl:

Rocinante is silent now, still. Emma exhales with relief that turns into another intake of breath a moment later. Someone is walking toward her, quiet and cautious. There’s a rustle of the willow leaves being parted, and someone– it can only be one person– stepping into her hiding place.

She stands still, her hands flat at her side and her head pressed to the wide trunk as she waits for Regina to approach. The tree is thick enough to conceal her at this angle, but no further; and Regina needs only to take a few steps forward before she’d see Emma.

But Regina doesn’t step forward. She stands at the doorway she’d made for herself between the willow leaves, and she is silent for so long that Emma thinks she might have gone.

But she hasn’t gone. She speaks, her voice low, and the words are tentative. “You’ve been watching me, haven’t you?”

Emma Enchanted (5/15)