I’ll protect you
from them;;
but who is going to
protect {you}
from
[me]?
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@darkhat
I’ll protect you
from them;;
but who is going to
protect {you}
from
[me]?
I’ll do [ anything ] for the sake of protecting you ♛ If I must become EVIL, this is something I will do.
please help me remember what 'h u m a n' felt like
[ And I swear to you ʇɥɐʇ those who would harm you will die s c r e a m i n g ]
the ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀ is
i’m [ ᴅαηgεяσυs ]
& i m i g h t just
T E A R Y O U A P A R T
♔ The Evil Queen Regina: 17
You’re m i n e
I’ll kill
any {bastard}
who tries to
take { you } from { me }
Nothing’s gonna
[harm] you
not while
I’m around.
your voice chased away all the sanity in me
There was a warning in Regina’s heart, beating against her rips as if to shout out that this was not truly her Jefferson. But who else could it be? No one else knew of their affair…and she had long since accepted the only demons that existed lived solely within her own mind. But he was different. Something was wrong, and it was twisting her gut and sinking her heart.
His laugh did nothing to calm her, only make her feel more ill for the fear that now crept out of every shadowy recess of her mind.
When he spoke, she frowned. “What?” She asked him, disbelieving. Rumpelstiltskin was dead? But he couldn’t be killed! … Could he? She shook her head, finding she was even terrified by that news, despite being unsure if she believed it or not. If someone had killed her mentor, could she be next? And what came of all his power? What of her power? Was magic truly not the salvation he promised?
"I don’t understand," she breathed out, brow furrowing deeply as she looked him over. His promise to protect her was just as odd as his presence, and yet the same grief that had nearly just pushed her to take her own life was now gripping her once more, making the girl-queen want to throw herself into his arms and cry. But she couldn’t. If this was Jefferson, if it was only her sorrow coloring him someone else, then she still could not risk him being found.
If she lost him as well, she would have nothing left to live for.
Bristling when he moved closer, but staying put, Regina stared up at him as wide-eyed as ever. Somehow from this position he didn’t seem so off, his eyes were as warm as they had ever been, and almost as blue as they were in her every dream.
A wary smile, and teary nod came at his question.
"Of course I do," she breathed out in a shaking voice. "But, Jefferson… The king — if he finds you, if he finds us…" she couldn’t even think it let alone say it aloud.
"The King —" he spoke sharply, the moniker undeserving of being pinned to a man such as he. But he knew that his anger would do little to calm her, reassure her that all would be okay, and so he slipped back into a softer tone, soft yet strong and pulsing with affection for her. "He is never going to come near you again. I will see to that myself. You needn’t worry about my safety, I am more than equipped to see that he gets what he’s deserves. And that you do as well."
A hand raised to caress her cheek, slightly scaling but not rough enough to be noticeable, he hoped. But the touch was more than this new power was ready for, and it demanded of more. He leaned down and placed a kiss against her lips, a contrast to all he was becoming — soft, warm, the sensation it caused seemed to still him even moreso, as his skin gained a little more color, more still when he allowed their lips to brush again. And then the voice that spoke was not a forced tone, it was how he sounded before, brought back by her and her alone.
"You are all I care about, Regina. Please trust me. Come with me."
I want to mark you up
Make you mine
But I have to behave
Though I never was,
Very good at behaving…
Take my innocent hands and corrupt them.
Michael Faudet
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I want a trouble-maker for a lover; blood spiller, blood drinker, a heart of flame. Who quarrels with the sky and fights with fate. Who burns like fire on the rushing sea.
Rumi