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OUAT multi-muse RP Read rules first
So it would appear having 5 OUAT blogs (incl an OC blog) proved too much to maintain, and so I have decided to move. I’m consolidating all my Ouat blogs into one multi-muse. So if you want to play some more, follow the link above.
Sisterly Love
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Anna had always felt such deep connection to her twin sister. They could always feel each other’s emotions and as their bond grew stronger, so did the sensation. They begun to read each other’s mind, becoming more and more affectionate towards each other and Anna didn’t even know when did her feelings towards her sister turn so… Weird. She couldn’t help the warmth in her guts, the increased heartrate, whenever they were as close to each other as in that moment, lying together in one bed, staring at the ceiling. Just… Chilling. They didn’t need to talk. They could do that without words.
Emma never understood when her feelings for Anna changed from sisterly affection to sexual attraction. Their telepathic link made it difficult to hide, especially moments like now where they were so close and her arousal was growing the tighter they embraced. She remained silent, not wanting to be the one to break the quiet, but nuzzled her sister's hair with her nose, humming quietly at the smell of cinnamon spice.
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“You think tying me to a chair and swinging a knife is enough to intimidate me?” Awkwardsaviorswan to any
“Well I would hope that it would convince you that there is saving me Ms. Swan.” Grinning, she placed the knife on her neck. “Or that there’s any saving you from my desires. These powers, I can do whatever I want.”
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(My dark one Regina verse)
A heavy gulp slid down Emma’s throat as the blade pressed to the skin there, still that didn’t deter her. “You were redeemed once, you can do it again” she reminded the bodaciously dressed woman. It was amazing how quickly Regina could slip back into the Evil Queen once her darkness had been kickstarted. This realisation took Emma back to the night she became the Dark One, how she wasn’t able to save her friend, and the guilt that forever resides in the blonde. “I’m sorry I couldn’t save you again” she apologised, ignoring the thoughts of what the mayor’s ‘desires’ might include, “I’m sorry all the progress you made has been taken away again and it’s all my fault.”
“You can only be redeemed if you want to be redeemed. I became the evil queen because of my hatred for our mother’s. This is completely different.” Waving the knife around, she replaced it back on her neck, even pressing down for a second. “There is just darkness, freedom and power. Hatred is just too little for what this is.” Thinking back on that night, she had been scared. Had she known what it would be like, she would have killed the imp a long time ago. “Don’t apologize, I’m actually here to thank you.” Grinning, she lowered down to the floor before she started using the knife to cut away her pants. “I’d use magic, but this is more fun.”
This had to be the darkness talking as Emma knew Regina had indeed wanted to be redeemed, had been redeemed. Now all that had been stripped, all that effort for nothing, and it was all her fault. When the knife pressed back to her neck, Emma didn't gulp under the pressure, almost refusing to breathe. Air refilled her lungs when Regina removed the blade, but not for long as it pressed to her jeans. Somehow 'you're welcome' didn't seem an appropriate answer, and it didn't take a genius to work out exactly how the new Dark One planned to thank her. "Regina, please think about this." Despite the protests, Emma was transfixed on the blade as it sliced through her pants, and that grin, gods she wished it didn't turn her on so.
“You think tying me to a chair and swinging a knife is enough to intimidate me?” Awkwardsaviorswan to any
“Well I would hope that it would convince you that there is saving me Ms. Swan.” Grinning, she placed the knife on her neck. “Or that there’s any saving you from my desires. These powers, I can do whatever I want.”
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(My dark one Regina verse)
A heavy gulp slid down Emma's throat as the blade pressed to the skin there, still that didn't deter her. "You were redeemed once, you can do it again" she reminded the bodaciously dressed woman. It was amazing how quickly Regina could slip back into the Evil Queen once her darkness had been kickstarted. This realisation took Emma back to the night she became the Dark One, how she wasn't able to save her friend, and the guilt that forever resides in the blonde. "I'm sorry I couldn't save you again" she apologised, ignoring the thoughts of what the mayor's 'desires' might include, "I'm sorry all the progress you made has been taken away again and it's all my fault."
It was true Emma was not just ‘some woman’, though there were times she wished it so, to lead a simple life, to not be caged up in a castle or cell, to not be betrothed from birth to some cruel Lord from neighbouring kingdom if just to join alliances. No, Princess Emma Eva White, sole Air to the Northern Kingdom and those united beneath it, was no simple woman; but how she wished she was.
The princess took mercy on those the Queen told of who had no choice, and pitied those who would choose to be with such a creature. As the other woman approached, the blonde remained still, steeling her rapid heart, her gaze cast down. “I can make no promises for them,” she admitted, “no doubt they will try to take me back.” Peering out from her limp blonde hair, she locked eyed with the monster before her. “But I will belong to you. As long as they are safe, as long as all those I care for are safe, I will be yours.” A silence whispered through the cell as Emma took in the size of the price she was offering for the happiness of her kingdom. When the still quiet got too much she collapsed her head in exhaustion of pretence of bravery, only enough energy left to whisper “what will you have me write?”
Emma Swan + Sexy
Emma's tears nearly started a new wave as the brunette pulled away; she was certain Regina was about to refuse help. But then she saw those eyes, soft, caring, kind eyes. With the nerves of a young child she nodded and reached for Regina's hand to follow her to wherever she planned to take her. She had been certain they were headed to the spare room where they could forget about the night together. Apparently Regina had other ideas as she was lead to the bathroom. It wasn't what she had in mind, but the idea pulled at the edge of her lips. Standing behind her companion she whispered out a quiet "will you stay?" She understood if Regina wanted to give her privacy, but she wasn't sure she could handle being alone right now, that gnawing fear of rejection she was so used to.
favorite character meme: [1 of 4] relationships → emma and charming
You have your mother’s chin, Ms. Swan. And your father’s tact.
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When those soft lips once more moved against hers she felt so much desperation in it. She understood it in some way. She did because she used to do the tame so long ago. Only she had noone she would ever love. But still the feelings of lips of the one she chose could help forget the ones that made you so sick thinking of the every time they claimed yours. The right touch, not alaways gentle, was a cure.. She wanted to be this cure for Emma. Yet she wasn’t sure if the broken woman feelt emotionally strong enough. The care and love that already flows from her fingertips were so much to take, too… The contrast… Her hand slowly moved to Emma’s chest, over her heart and they needed to part to take a breath. Her other hand was still on the wet cheek and the thumb gently carresed her lips. She made a pause letting Emma make that choice whether she felt strong enough to get this further on not. She would accept it, although she thought Emma deserved so much more…
Emma didn’t feel strong enough to continue, but old habits die hard as she moved her lips over Regina’s once more, moving Regina’s hand from her chest to her clothed breast. “I just want to forget for tonight” she repeated. She would crash out before they got much further, that much Emma knew, but she hoped it would be with a smile in knowledge she was safe, instead of the tears that still refused to dry. “I need to forget” she reiterated. Anything would suffice in that moment, Emma thought, heck she didn’t even care if Regina put her under a sleeping curse, or ripped her heart out and ordered her to forget Killian. Previously Emma had once rubbed her skin raw in order to remove the stench of rum and sea from herself, resulting in a hard punishment from the very man she was washing off. She just needed the feeling of him removed.
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