coronatii :
♛ —– ; the daughter should never suffer for the sins of the father. a small family was torn by her actions, the young girl closely watched by the darkened monarch. an atrophied heart still quivering within its stone tomb, his daughter’s visage often gracing the surface of her enchanted looking glass, a haunting reminder of the man abandoned in the obscure land he so despises. memories linger her limb upon his chest holding no threat, no magic to force his HEART from its cavern. once she had questioned its very existence, his betrayal driving her mad, just as his own love drove him deeper into madness. the proof of the heart that trembled beneath her palm now, the organ awakening an unbridled rage.
the cell’s door creaks as he speaks, forced ajar by the staff which bent to her will without question, his threats idly regarded as her touch is withdrawn. this treacherous path they travel now was forged by his own lies, his manipulation of a young, desperate heart. the cycle was doomed to repeat, disdain poisoning each memory that could bring comfort, the recollections useless to ebb the cyanide corroding all that once brought joy. fire continued to singe flesh. threats spat through clenched teeth. tension mounting. even in her ire, lustrous imaginings stained her psyche, the phantom of his breath waltzing over her skin, his taste lingering on the surface of her tongue.
emotion courses through every tattered thread of his being, such power, such feeling, all empty from the man she has chosen as her bedmate. she’s an addict for it, that feeling, that FIRE searing her tender flesh. heeled footsteps echo as she saunters from him, parting them, battling to quell her need. ❛ if you’re done whining, i will show you all you & your daughter have gained in this new land. ❜ she pauses a moment, shifting to step close, purring to her hatter. ❛ i must admit, i’ve missed you. ❜ lips hover before his own as she speaks before laughter bursts forth and she resumes her path to the exit once more.
HER SEDUCTIVE PURR sits like poison in the back of his throat, stomach churned of the uprising of bile. he HATES her, but even hate is born of love. something so toxic could be so pure, so unadulterated & carefree. there's an ACHE deep in the cavern of his gut, a familiar tug triggered by memories of an impassioned love affair & the tight tremor of accompanied guilt. he DESERVES what she's done to him, her SPITE & FURY are retributive for the part he played in Rumple's plan to drive her down the path of DARKNESS, but embittered betrayal / flames scourged on a jaded conscience is blinding, etched into flesh, in the shape of a jagged scar around his neck.
& after all these years, she still managed to crawl under his skin. ❝ wish I could say the same. but, FINE. ❞ words are bitten through clenched ivories, grimace twisting the corners of his lips – azure gaze shifting between the hospital orderlies standing at the doorway, as he follows her suit, EXCHANGING one shackle for another. an invisible tether, much more restricting than the padded cell / & the steel door. PROMISES linger in the back corners of his mind, an abated enticement to get him to cooperate. in the hope that he could see GRACE. it’s what he’ll settle for, just being able to watch his daughter from afar. pathetic, & forgotten. he doesn’t idolize any notion of reunion, the frozen state of the TOWN – the amnesia hazing over it’s residents – no doubt, Grace would have been affected, too. she wouldn’t know him, & the thought of THAT ALONE was a punishment more savage than any torture the EVIL QUEEN could inflict.
ALONE TO SUFFER A HELL created by his puppet-master. rotting away in the confines of exile, driven mad by DUAL LIVES. the desperation of a parent torn from their child. still, a part of him foolishly clings to the hope that she’ll be waiting. (; WOULD SHE HATE HIM ? ) ❝ NOTHING ELSE you have to offer matters to me, i just want my daughter back. ❞
