─ Nikita Gill
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Emma Enchanted (7/15)
She wonders what it might have been like, to meet Regina for the first time now, without the past and a series of Cora’s commands weighing on them. Mulan would never have allowed anyone to command Emma. Mulan has stepped in twice this evening with a grave hand on Snow’s arm at a try the rice, it’s so tasty and join us tomorrow for a ride and Snow had recoiled twice, eyes wide, and retracted the commands and apologized.
It’s easy to dream of a sheltered life with guards around her, to be watched like a hawk in exchange for a certain freedom, but Emma can’t imagine herself as the woman grown from that gilded cage. Nor can she imagine knowing any other Regina first but the girl in the stables, lying to her mother and flushing at Emma’s appreciation.
“I’ve always been certain that Mother had been the reason you’d rejected me,” Regina says suddenly. Emma isn’t the only one lost in thoughts of the past and what could have been. “Though it hardly makes a difference, if you were so easily swayed.” Emma aches. “But it must have been Mother,” Regina says, looking carefully at her.
“It wasn’t,” Emma says immediately, beholden to a command from long ago. Her face gives nothing away, no clues to the truth, and Regina sighs.
Tell me, child. Where did you learn kindness?
From your mother’s kind words? Or her gentle touch?
A lover’s embrace?
Tell me, child? Who taught you to love?
So fiercely and hesitantly, it brought you back to life?
Swan Queen Appreciation Week 👑
➤ day 2: favourite episode – Wish You Were Here (6×10)You saved me. Yeah, well, you came to this crazy land to save me, so it’s only fair, right? You…remember? Yeah. I remember.
ships that deserved to be canon [3/5] → regina mills & emma swan (once upon a time)
Sounds like you’re talking
about hope.Something you taught me all
those years ago when you didn’t give up on me.
Emma Enchanted (5/15)
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?”
“Henry brought me to Storybrooke to bring back the happy endings. My job’s not done until I do that for everyone… including you.”
“Name one hero who was happy.“ … ”You can’t.“ She was sitting up now, leaning forward.
“I can’t.”
“I know. They never let you be famous and happy.” She lifted an eyebrow. “I’ll tell you a secret.”
“Tell me.” I loved it when she was like this.
“I’m going to be the first.” She took my palm and held it to hers. “Swear it.”
“Why me?”
“Because you’re the reason. Swear it.”
“I swear it,” I said, lost in the high color of her cheeks, the flame in her eyes.
“I swear it,” she echoed.