So, I just really felt the need to write something from the EQ’s perspective, and this little thing happened.
The word sneaks up on her, a mere whisper in the wind, invading her mind with its playfulness, its teasing, mocking her with every utterance.
Weakness, weakness, weakness…
“I’M NOT WEAK!” She shrieks, flinging the mirror she had been watching her other self through to the floor, the sharp sound of splintering glass overpowering her heaving breaths.
This is who she’s become? The woman who killed thousands without batting an eye, the woman who would stop at nothing to get her revenge on Snow White…is now a - a what?
She scoffs at the very idea.
Regina Mills is not, and never will be, a hero. No matter how much the idiot Charmings have told her so. She will show her what she truly is, remind her of what happens when you let yourself feel things like hope and love.
WEAKNESS, the word thunders through her mind again, and she clenches her teeth, suppressing the urge to burn everything around her.
The Evil Queen is not weak, will never allow herself to be weak ever again, but Regina Mills is, because Regina Mills loves.
After all, love is weakness, and weaknesses can be exploited. Regina Mills has let her guard down for too long, and it’s time she was reminded of what that can cost you.
She chuckles darkly, repairing the mirror that she shattered moments before, and eying the woman who used to be feared by so many, now befriending former foes. She won’t know what hit her.
The Evil Queen is back, and she is ready for war.
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