lost in a broken town--a queen without a crown;

[ this is a roleplay blog for Regina Mills from ABC's Once Upon a Time and also the proud co-owner of the RPG Wickedest Desires. Mun is tracking the tag; forgottenqueen. Both mun and muse are 20+. This blog will contains mature content. ]

[all-about-tink]

Wickedest Desires, Granny's diner | Tinker Bell (Faye) & OPEN

"Hello Granny." Tink smiled a dazzling smile, sitting down on one of the high chairs by the counter. She was in a surprisingly good mood. Maybe it was because Sundays meant pancake day. Tink had made it a habit to come to the diner every Sunday to have Granny’s marvelous pancakes. It was a small luxury she could afford while trying to find those damn slippers.

"Good morning, Faye. You are in a good mood today." Granny handed her a cup of coffee, knowing full well that the nun-to-be appreciated caffeine in the mornings. "The usual?"

Tink nodded and Granny turned around, getting her order ready. Looking around, Tink noticed that the diner was buzzing with conversations. Words about mysterious visitors were exchanged and Tink couldn’t help but to smile. They were talking about Emma and Hook.

"Here you are, dear." Granny set down a plate in front of Tink and she could immediately feel her mouth water. The pancakes smelled amazing. Humming in appreciation, Tink picked up her fork and dug in.

[forgottenqueen]

Regina had been working late the night before because Ella left early and dumped all of the paperwork that was left for the evening right onto Regina's plate. If only there was magic here, Regina would make Elphaba pay for everything she's made Regina endure here in Storybrooke. The fact that she had to work underneath Ella was bad enough. She just knew she couldn't blow her cover, though -- and that was the only reason she continued to allow Ella to push her around. Was this what Sydney felt like? Surely not. After all, Sydney enjoyed doing Regina's dirty work. His love for Regina was greater than anything. 

In order to make it through the morning, Regina knew she would have to pop into Granny's for a cup of coffee before dragging herself to the office yet again, having to deal with anything and everything Ella threw at her. 

Entering the diner, the small bell on the door let everyone inside know that there was another customer. Her dark orbs landed upon the blonde who used to be one of her closest friends. Her only friend. Someone whom she didn't deserve a friendship with at all, but she was glad the young fairy gave her a second chance. 

"Morning, Ms. Mills," said Granny, and Regina nodded before ordering herself a coffee. She looked to her right where Tinkerbell was sitting, and Regina then took a seat herself. "Morning, Faye," she said, a faint smile on her painted lips. This really was sad. Knowing the person beside her, caring for them, and they didn't even remember the history. 

[thewickedwitchx]

Wickedest Desires Chat: Ella and Regina

[thewickedwitchx]

"Oh, you know," she replied, setting her coffee on Regina’s desk. "Marvelous as usual." She smirked over her shoulder, eyes flickering over the coffee and back to her. "Will you be a darling and grab that for me and bring it into my office?"

She moved briskly away, knowing the Queen would follow in her wake and likely be annoyed in the process. The glee spread like wildfire through her body.

[forgottenqueen]

As soon as the request had been made, Regina waited until Ella's back was turned before a deep look of annoyance spread across her features. This woman was really beginning to abuse her power--not that Regina would blame her; she used to abuse her own powers plenty--but she hated that she was unable to wipe the smug look from this witch's face. Regina grabbed the coffee and followed a few feet behind Ella, into her office, "Here you are, Madam Mayor. Is there a reason you brought me back here?" Regina asked, keeping the smile on her face and hoping to keep her voice from seeming too irritated.

[thexvillainessxofxthexstory]

Emma didn’t respond immediately, instead she moved closer. Her gaze roamed the former queen’s face for any sign of discomfort before making her next move. “I’ve never been one to back down from a challenge before, and that, deputy, sounded like a challenge.” Keeping her lips mere inches from Regina’s the savior spoke slowly and softly, allowing her breath to caress the former queen’s painted petals. Satisfied with herself the blonde retreated across the room. “I better get out of here before the Mayor is back from her lunch, maybe I’ll even orchestrate a run in with our favorite witch in Town Square.”

[forgottenqueen]

Feeling Emma's breath against her lips and the challenging tone of her voice, it reminded Regina a lot of when they first met. But only now it felt different. There was a lot more feeling behind the feisty passion -- at least for Regina there was. It didn't sound as hateful as it used to. Now it almost sounded... playful. Feeling her breath hitch in her throat as Emma began to cross the room, she narrowed her eyes and took in a deep breath, "She'll tear you apart with one wrong move, Emma." Yes, so what if Regina was worried about the savior's well being?

[thexvillainessxofxthexstory]

"The lasagna was good." Emma admitted as her mind reeled with the last thing Regina had said. Was she using a sexual innuendo or had it really been so long since the blonde had been properly laid that she was finding sexual suggestion in anything? "Perhaps I’ll have a taste of your forbidden fruit then. We’ll see if it’s really as delicious as you seem to believe." Brows quirked, almost daring the brunette just inches from her.

[forgottenqueen]

Cocking an eyebrow, she began to wonder where on earth this conversation had gone. Regina had control and suddenly--she lost it--the last thing Emma had said had caught her a little off guard. She cleared her throat, but never moved her face from Emma's no matter how close the blonde came. "It would be the most delicious thing you've ever tasted.. and the last." Regina decided on a remark that would make sense with whatever they seemed to be talking about now.

[thexvillainessxofxthexstory]

"Is that so?" Jutting out her strong jaw Emma could feel her pale lips curving into a wide smile. "Then how do you charm someone because I know it certainly isn’t your culinary skills." Thoroughly enjoying herself the blonde stepped closer, her warm gaze never once leaving Regina’s strong form. "Unless you’ve learned to stop cooking with poison or sleeping curses this past year."

[forgottenqueen]

"Oh, come now, Ms. Swan, you know you enjoyed my lasagna," Regina smirked. Calling Emma by her last name the way she used to seemed far more amusing during their sparring matches. Besides, it rolled from Regina lips so much easier, "I happen to think you would've enjoyed my forbidden fruit a hell of a lot more."

[thexvillainessxofxthexstory]

"That’s what she said." Emma smirked, wondering if her juvenile behavior would tick the former Queen off anymore than she already was. "I’m certain I could charm someone far easier than you could. Let’s face it, your majesty, that quick wit of yours often times leaves something to be desired.” Amusement flashed brightly in her eyes as the blonde moved closer. As strange as it was she really had always enjoyed these heated exchanges with the raven haired beauty.

[forgottenqueen]

Emma was a fabulous sparring partner, but Regina would never admit that aloud. In fact, there were quite a few things she wouldn't admit aloud. Holding her ground, she lifted a thin brow as the blonde's words. "My quick wit isn't meant for bringing pleasure, Ms. Swan, but I can guarantee you that I hardly need my wit to charm someone," she said rather egotistically, cocking her head ever so slightly to the side.

[thewickedwitchx]

Wickedest Desires Chat: Ella and Regina

She loved the town the enchantment had created, loved how many happy lives she had destroyed with something so simple as a curse, but by far her most favorite thing had been to have Regina beneath her, to have taken away her power and given her a mediocre life. She smirked as she entered the Mayor’s office, shaking back her hair and humming contentedly. Her eyes positively sparkled at the sight of the brunette. 

"Oh, good morning, my dear," she said cheerfully.

[forgottenqueen]

The sight of the witch caused a wave of rage to wash over Regina every single time, but luckily the former queen was rather good at burying her true feelings underneath a remarkably sincere facade. She had to keep up the charade long enough to defeat this bitch -- that's when she could stop referring to her as, "Madam Mayor--" with a smile on her face, "--how are you doing this morning, dear?"

[thexvillainessxofxthexstory]

Emerald eyes rolled beneath hooded lashes. Leave it to Regina Mills to raise her blood pressure in a matter of minutes, the blonde thought with great annoyance. “I’m not stupid, I don’t intend to barge in, I intend to talk to her. Get to know her a little bit.” She said defiantly. Regina had her part in this and Emma would be damned if she didn’t at least do something, and since her best ability was telling if someone was lying or telling the truth she was going to try and use it. “Although I am certain you disagree, I can be /Charming/.” Pale pink lips curled with an amused smile at her play on words though she was certain the former mayor probably wasn’t as amused as she was.

[forgottenqueen]

"Your family must have the word charming confused with the word annoying," Regina responded, irritation on her features, and yet there was a bit of lightheartedness in her tone. She did miss these back and forths with the savior in the past year she had been without her. "I would actually love to witness a charming bone in your body."

[thexvillainessxofxthexstory]

Wickedest Desires Chat: Emma and Regina

[thexvillainessxofxthexstory]

Maybe Regina was going to be better at this than she’d given her credit. Pale pink lips scrunched to the side and her forehead wrinkled for a moment with thought. “That does seem like a possibility but is there anything here you know of that she has brought with her? Any place that she would use to keep everything so others didn’t find out.” Forcing her intent gaze to remain locked on Regina’s eyes the blonde attempted to keep them from wondering to the ample cleavage her lightly unbuttoned shirt was showing off. “She’s so different from you. You were sentimental, a person that cared no matter how hard she tried not to. From what everyone is saying about the witch she is lacking that basic human instinct. I need to get to know her, to see if I can find anything out from her.” Ivory teeth worried lightly at her bottom lip for a short moment. “I can tell if she lies to me about something, it could help us get a better read on her motives.”

[forgottenqueen]

"Thank you for reminding me of the skills I was lacking in the villain department, Emma," Regina responded dryly and sarcastically with a roll of her eyes. Placing her index finger to her chin, she tapped it absentmindedly as she thought. She hadn't been to the woods where her tomb had been, so she wasn't even sure if it would still be there -- or if Ella would have turned it into something for herself, but it was worth a shot to go check it out. "Well, what's your plan? Just waiting around here until she gets back from lunch?" She wasn't sure the most proper way for her to introduce herself to the mayor of Storybrooke, "At least with me you had a reason to come barging into my life and start drilling me with questions."

[thexvillainessxofxthexstory]

Wickedest Desires Chat: Emma and Regina

[thexvillainessxofxthexstory]

"Haven’t you heard, Regina? I’ve been job hunting all morning. I have a lead on an open deputy position and secretary for the DA." Emma turned, looped her thumbs in her belt loops, and smiled at the brunette before her. She always had loved throwing Regina off of her game in any way possible, them being on the same side in all of this just made things a little more fun. "I have plenty of reasons to be seen with you now, just as long as it appears it is in a professional sense, Deputy Mayor.”

[forgottenqueen]

"Well, you just think of everything, don't you?" Regina asked her sarcastic, rhetorical question with a quirk of a perfectly shaped eyebrow. The sound of the words Deputy Mayor really got underneath the former queen's skin, and it appeared avoiding Emma through most of this wasn't going to be much of an option. Was Regina trying to avoid the blonde? Maybe. It was rather awkward now. But then again, maybe it was only awkward for Regina. Because of the feelings she was harboring that Emma knew nothing about. "What about the tomb?" Regina asked after a moment, an idea sparking in her brain. "When I cast the curse, I kept all of my potions in my father's tomb in the woods. Do you think Elphaba would have something like that?"

[thexvillainessxofxthexstory]

Wickedest Desires Chat: Emma and Regina

[thexvillainessxofxthexstory]

"I’m not crazy I was careful when I came in, no one saw me I am sure of it." She huffed. Placing her hands firmly on her hips the blonde scanned the room, her eyes finally landing on a rather large black filing cabinet. After a few attempts at breaking the locks it became clear the cabinet wasn’t going to be opening, at least not for her. "This thing’s locked up tighter than the White House during a terror threat!" Emma snapped. This was her wheelhouse, searching for things that others intended to keep hidden and yet this wasn’t even her assigned task. "I can’t stand sitting around and waiting for you to call me and let me know you’ve found something. I need to be helping in some way, you’d probably do better with me than you would on your own anyway." Turning on her heel the blonde attempted to regain some composure before she completely snapped.

[forgottenqueen]

Regina rolled her eyes at Emma's words, tapping her foot absentmindedly and impatiently. Emma manhandling things wasn't a way to get this done. They needed to think this through, because Elphaba was a smart villain. She wouldn't put anything in too obvious a spot, even though she did believe everyone was affected by this curse. "Just because you and I rescued Henry from Neverland by combining our magic does not mean I need a sidekick to help me do a little digging. If anyone were to see you with me in any way that didn't look strictly professional, it might become suspicious. Remember Emma, no one in this town knows who you are."

[thexvillainessxofxthexstory]

Wickedest Desires Chat: Emma and Regina

"Hey," Emma whispered, careful not to allow anyone the chance to overhear her. "Have you had a chance to look through that stuff we talked about you looking through, yet?" The door shut behind her with a gentle click of the latch. The Mayor would be out for another hour during her lunch break and Emma couldn’t hold on a moment longer to find out what she was hiding in the ominous city hall building, that is, if she was hiding anything in that location.

[forgottenqueen]

Regina hadn't expected the blonde to come barging into The Mayor's office like that. Usually the door was locked, but because Ella left Regina in the room alone, she left the former queen her key. If only the witch knew that Regina still carried her old memories with her, she wouldn't be as trusting as she had been. Slightly startled, Regina glanced up from the paperwork on her desk, "Emma, what are you doing here? Are you crazy? If anyone had seen you come here, do you know how many questions that might raise?" Standing from her desk, she approached the other woman, crossing her arms over her chest. "I hadn't had the chance yet. I'm not even sure that Elphaba would leave any valuable information here anyway."

[captain-of-the-jollyroger]

Wickedest Desires Storybrooke || Hook, Emma & Regina

[captain-of-the-jollyroger]

As Regina spoke, Killian began to pace silently and slowly, trying to formulate an idea of how to break this curse. Other than what he had already said, he couldn’t seem to think of anything else. He was sure the Witch would know, but it wasn’t as if they could stroll up to her office and ask her for the particulars. Were it only that easy. The fact that Regina herself seemed not to know where to begin, was not exactly comforting either. So much for another ally making this easier. It seemed that rather than having two heads unsure what to do next, they now had three. A glorious improvement.

He stopped his pacing and reclined languidly onto a nearby tree. Killian brought his hand to his scrunched up brow and began to massage his temple. He was reminded of how frustrating it was to have so little to go on. Killian then noticed how Regina’s form softened when she mentioned her son Henry. She did truly love the child. It had been the reason she had turned so harshly back to her anger and her coldness during the year in the Enchanted Forest. Without him she had seemed lost, even though she had covered that fact in layers of ice, hidden it behind a front.

When Emma mentioned Henry having had a wonderful life, well as far as he could remember, it reminded him of the mysterious man he had seen with the boy, after she had saved him from further incarceration. He had yet to ask Emma about him again. But he supposed they still had the more pressing matter of breaking the curse to worry about. Killian followed the rest of what Emma said and then nodded in agreement at her suggestion of Regina searching through the Witch’s things.

"Aye. It will be useful  to have someone on the inside." He added from his place of leaning against the tree. He then began to direct his own questions to Regina. "Is there anything you perchance already know? Anything you might’ve picked up on?" Then another thought came. He pushed himself off of where he had propped himself and took a few steps towards the Queen. "Wait, how is it that you remember? I’d thought you had been cursed along with the rest?” He cocked his head to the side and eyed her curiously. “Are there others, who remember also?”

[forgottenqueen]

It was wonderful to hear that Henry was doing good, and as far as he could remember, he's had a great life. Excellent. That's just want Regina wanted. She just wanted her son to be happy -- but of course there was that ache inside of her that wished she could see him. What mother wouldn't have that constant pain of not being able to see their child? Especially when he was in the exact same town as her. Even if they managed to get his memories back, memories of his other mother; the mother that raised him for the first ten years of his life. Regina gave her son up to save everyone in Storybrooke. Who knows what might happen if she were to see her son again. Whatever Pan had in store for them was sure to be much worse than this witch's plans. If Regina saw Henry again, everyone would surely die, including Henry and Regina couldn't let that happen -- no matter how badly she wanted to see her son again.

Regina cleared her throat, refusing to let the unshed tears in her eyes break free and cascade down her cheeks. She wouldn't cry in front of them, especially not Hook. The pirate had yet to see her at her lowest, and she wouldn't be mocked for it. 

Before answering Emma's questions, Regina listened to the pirate's comments and questions of his own. She nodded, about to answer his first question before another escaped his lips. She herself wasn't quite positive on why she still held onto her past memories, but she did have a pretty good inkling, "Doubtful. The only other person who wouldn't have been affected by the curse is Gold. And since he's gone, I'm the only one left of the original creators of the curse. Gold wasn't affected by my curse, and I wasn't affected by this one. Because I created it."

"And to answer your first question," she paused, cocking a brow in Hook's direction, "I do know that Elphaba goes out for lunch for about an hour around the same time every day, leaving me in the office to do paperwork alone. She doesn't know I haven't been affected, so she has no reason not to trust me. I'll snoop around then. According to my cursed memories -- I'm very loyal to our dear mayor. Snippy... but loyal. This will be like stealing candy from a baby," Regina smirked.

[captain-of-the-jollyroger]

Wickedest Desires Storybrooke || Hook, Emma & Regina

[captain-of-the-jollyroger]

Tall green trees surrounded them. He assumed they were green, for the light was almost completely gone and it was becoming harder to make them out. They were hulking shapes towering over them, encasing them. Were it not for his formidable sense of direction, he could see himself getting lost in these woods. All the trees seemed too similar in this light. It felt unwelcoming, or more like the feeling of unease before one is caught in a trap. Trapped, he thought, just like the people of the cursed town. Killian breathed in. The sharp woody scent cleared his head. He may be most comfortable at sea, but he could appreciate the solitude and tranquillity that the woods gave; even ones with such a haunting presence as these. Even so far away from the town, from the Witch herself, wickedness wisped malignantly in the air; it permeated every inch. Such a feeling had been absent from the town before. Perhaps it had been like this with Regina’s original curse, but he was not to know, as he had only been here when the curse had no longer been in effect.  

Speaking of the Queen, she was currently explaining a little crudely to Emma, how she was angered by her  supposed callousness in their earlier conversation. This seemed unfair to Emma. She had been driving for the better part of the day and Killian could understand her need to find an ally in this game, where they had so few of the pieces. But Emma could handle herself and Regina’s prodding would not take. But as they continued to talk both women’s irritation flared into anger and Hook watched interestedly as both of them glared the other down. It wasn’t hatred that fuelled the anger, as far as he could tell. If he had to hazard a guess, it was partly fear, irritation and misplaced anger for the Witch and the situation. Emma and Regina would always have their shared son to link them; unbidden thoughts swirled and quietly, a small despicable part of him, wished that it was him not the Queen who shared that connection, but he quickly shock himself of the absurd notion. Jealousy did not fit him well. This he had discovered shortly after deciding to let Neal have his uninterrupted chance with Emma. It was amazing what his imagination, free from busy thoughts in the lull of the never ending action of their lives, could conjure. He had been impelled to his rum, in a hope to quiet his mind. That had been when he had run into Tink.

Tinker Bell. He wondered what had become of her, how this curse had changed her. He found himself hoping she wasn’t too bad off. She had been through enough, living on Neverland for so long with all that anger and dejectedness she had carried; which in the time he had known her, he had been able to relate to. Well, at least the anger side. Unlike her, he had carried purpose, a murderous purpose, but a purpose all the same. And now recently he had felt that feeling of relatedness return. She had found new purpose, faith again, much like he had. It would be good to see her happy, after everything, she was a good person, a good fairy, she deserved it. He would like to find her and see how she fared under this curse, he would have to remember to do that later.

As the heat of Emma and Regina’s discussion mellowed, Emma began on more imperative issues. He listened intently to her question regarding the mechanics behind breaking this curse. When she mentioned kissing Henry, implying True Love’s Kiss, his thoughts turned to what he had attempted not so long ago. He wondered if she had thought on it, she hadn’t mentioned it, so perhaps not. He supposed he preferred that she hadn’t. It wasn’t as though he felt embarrassed over it, it had been worth a try, but he knew Emma was not ready for such a conversation. 

"I’m sure Regina will gladly correct me if I’m wrong," He began sending the Queen a hollow grin, "But there is more than one way to break a curse. Yes that method is obviously preferred for a reason, but just because that is the most foolproof, doesn’t mean it’s the only way." Killian paused considering more of Emma’s words. "I would think using Henry mightn’t work, as he wasn’t part of this curse. One way that might end it would be to kill the caster, most magic is linked to the castor’s life. But I would assume that wouldn’t be the easiest, or our first choice. The creator of it might know more, but if I’m correct in my knowledge, that would be Rumpelstiltskin and he won’t be bloody being much help anytime soon." He turned to Regina, his leather coat swishing at the quick movement. "Have you any idea or how to break it? You did cast it once yourself, after all." He finished with a not entirely complimentary look directed at her.

[forgottenqueen]

Regina was going to confirm Emma's suspicions with an affirming nod of her head about breaking the curse by kissing Henry, that is until the captain decided to chime in. Perking a sharp brow, Regina crossed her arms over her chest, hoping to block out most of the cold chill of the night winter air. She looked over at the pirate as he began to speak, grinning back at Hook sarcastically before rolling her eyes. Oh, how she despised this man. Actually, there were very few people Regina could actually tolerate. Emma was one of those people, just she was barely straddling the line between annoyance and ally. Especially when she takes on the more idiotic traits passed down by her parents. 

True love's kiss was definitely the most effective way -- but Regina wouldn't even know where to begin there. "Emma.. you're the one capable of breaking this curse. You are the product of True Love. But the more I think about it, the more I come to a standstill because... this new curse is different, regardless of how similar. It's going to take a lot more than just giving our son a kiss on the forehead, you're right about that," brows creased, as she realized she hadn't thought this through very well. Her main focus was making sure Emma regained her memory and came back to Storybrooke, but she hadn't thought about what their plan would be once she was here. "I work with her... for her," her voice was dripping with disgust that she said that aloud, and the thought of it made her was to spit, "I'll do some digging and see what I can find out. This would be a lot easier if there was still magic here," releasing a deep sigh, she looked between the two of them. Her eyes landed on Emma, her hard hues softening slightly. "So... Henry is here then? Is he okay?" Her voice softened significantly when speaking of her son. He was the only one who had the capability of melting her black heart.

[captain-of-the-jollyroger]

Wickedest Desires Storybrooke || Hook, Emma & Regina

[thexvillainessxofxthexstory]

Although she’d probably deserved to be called idiotic Emma still took noticeable offense to the words. It was true however, outing her in the middle of the town wasn’t the smartest thing she’d done but in that moment the blonde had not been thinking at all. Stepping out of the car the blonde made sure there were no prying ears near the town line before finally dignifying Regina’s insult with a response. “First of all my parents aren’t idiots and neither am I. They make monumentally stupid decisions sometimes but that doesn’t make them idiots.” Twigs snapped beneath her boots as she walked into the woods a little. If they were going to have this out without any possibility of prying ears they would need to be shrouded by the deep green shelter the evergreen’s offered. “I didn’t think about the possibility of someone hearing you out there if you told us you weren’t affected by the curse.” As she spoke her voice remained low. Just because it appeared as if they were safe out here the blonde realized it was very important for them to keep things as quiet as possible.

Hell for all she knew this crazy ass Wicked Witch had some flying monkey’s hiding in the tree’s listening to what they were saying. Or would that be possible for her to have brought with her? The last curse had pretty much ended all magic that there could be in this land and last she checked flying monkey’s were magical beings.  “it’s been a pretty long day with a whirlwind, so forgive me if my brain wasn’t completely working back there.” Un-manicured fingers lifted to the spot between her eyes and gently massaged the tension headache that was developing. “So any chance you can explain to me why it seems that this woman just recreated your last curse with some of her own variations? Why would she want to come to this land in the first place?” It seemed fairly clear to her that a Wicked Witch wouldn’t want to be in a land where her power was limited but instead a place where she would have ample access to magics. Instead she had chosen the land without magic to wreak her havoc, it didn’t make much sense to the inquisitive savior.

[forgottenqueen]

Regina followed the pair into the outskirts of the woods, glancing around to make sure no one was watching -- or listening. The whole way to the town line, the former queen kept peering over her shoulder to make sure no one was following them either. "Only an idiot wouldn't pick up on the hints that I was dropping, Emma." Emma. Regina sure was using her first name a lot since Neverland. Ms. Swan rolled off the tongue a lot better, but for some reason she felt the savior deserved to be spoken to by her first name. After all, she did care for Henry for the past year in which Regina was unable to. She needed to respect that. "I was trying to be subtle back there, and yet you kept pushing. Was the need to mock me so important to you?" The two of them sounded more like children than full grown adults sometimes, and when Regina finally realized that fact, she cleared her throat and decided to continue on more pressing matters.

As Emma asked of The Wicked Witch, Regina shook her head, as she hadn't had the slightest clue how to answer any of them. The former queen wasn't even aware herself what Elphaba's motives were. "What? Because the witch and I are both villains, you think we've ever sat down and discussed our evil conquests and plans for world domination together?" She asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I don't know what Elphaba's angle is, Emma. Maybe she was looking for exactly what I was looking for all those years ago. Her own happy ending. So she found my curse and recreated it. I'm not sure how or why, all I know is she did. That bitch's green ass was sitting in my Throne back in The Enchated Forest, now she has that same ass sitting pretty in my mayoral mansion while I'm living in an apartment smaller than your parents' -- who, by the way, are having trouble in paradise." That thought brought a faint smirk to her face. "I may want the witch's head, but I must admit, she's got quite the imagination."

[captain-of-the-jollyroger]

Wickedest Desires Storybrooke || Hook, Emma & Regina

[captain-of-the-jollyroger]

Husband? When he had left it to Emma to invent a cover, he hadn’t expected this. Well honestly, he had considered using it as an explanation—it was the most simple—but he had been hesitant to speak it, lest Emma be less than appreciative and he reminded that she had inherited David’s right-hook. But he couldn’t help a smirk making itself known at the term. Killian found himself having to cough to cover up a small chuckle that escaped when she mentioned boats and cold weather. For someone who had a knack for spotting deception, she wasn’t the best at fabricating them herself.

Regina spoke and revealed that her name was indeed still Regina. But that she was now Deputy to her former position. This Witch certainly was cruel. Certainly the lack of power would be bothering her, Regina had never been one to take to a position with less than total control; at least, as he had known her. She had been similar to her mother in that aspect. However when she glanced at him and took in what he was wearing, there was a moment, when something flashed in her eyes. A distaste that ran deeper than what could have been conjured by this short time of introductions. But Killian put aside the notion, it was ridiculous, it just wasn’t possible.

But when Emma stepped forward and began making blunt observations about Regina’s position, his inkling was rekindled. The way she emphasised the word ‘power’, made him think that perhaps Emma had a similar suspicion. She appeared to be trying to goad Regina into reacting, into proving that somehow, impossibly, she remembered. 

His mind sparked when the brunette referred to Emma by her surname. She had never given it. Was this the Queen’s way of signifying that she did know. He suspected she was going in this roundabout manner, due to the townspeople still wandering around the street within hearing distance. Who knew if the Witch was listening to this little conversation? When Regina mentioned marriage though, he couldn’t help another smirk forming, despite his previous worrying thoughts.

As Emma drew yet nearer to the Queen, Hook’s eyes scanned around and noticed they had drawn the unabashed attention of some of the townsfolk. When Emma raised the point of her last name, a proud smile graced his face. But it quickly grew sombre, as she dipped nervously close to the unspoken line of subtly. He noticed some people opening inching closer towards them. He stepped around Emma, so that he was standing to the left of in between them and effectively blocking the view of the majority of their observers.

"An excellent point, milady." He spoke with a small smile directed at Emma, but then he made sure to catch both of their eyes before adding. "Perhaps we should discuss it further," He paused, "Without an audience." He flicked his eyes slightly in the group’s direction. When both women had glanced behind him, he spoke again in a hushed tone. "Near the town line might be suitable."

They had both silently accepted his suggestion and had piled into Emma’s vehicle. When they reached the line they had all gotten out, waded their way into the forest and currently stood in a rough circle. The silence still lingered.

"I don’t think anyone’s listening out here." He began with a raised eyebrow and a sceptical look around. "Regina, I gather there’s a reason you followed us into the woods without complaint. Care to tell us?"

[forgottenqueen]

Emma was a smart woman, but good Lord, she could be so foolish. She couldn't openly speak her mind out here in the open the way she wanted to, but she continued to look daggers at Emma directly in her eyes as if she was trying to tell her to keep her voice down. Luckily, Hook picked up on the rest of the townspeople becoming overly curious of their little conversation. Regina looked over at the pirate and nodded a small nod of recognition. The town line would be a perfect place to continue their discussion. A discussion that would make a lot more sense once they no longer had an audience.

Regina willingly got into the backseat of Emma's yellow a bug, a car that she actually missed seeing driving about town. Once they were far enough away from the town, nearing the town line, Regina listened to Hook's question.

"Obviously, the two of you know by now that I have not been affected by the curse. For the most part. I still have cursed memories, but I still carry all of my old memories with me as well." Regina pulled herself forward until her head was between Emma and Hook's seats. "I followed you out here because Emma was about to ruin everything, trying to out me in the center of the entire town. Sometimes, I swear, you're as idiotic as your parents."

[captain-of-the-jollyroger]

Wickedest Desires Storybrooke || Hook, Emma & Regina

[thexvillainessxofxthexstory]

“Well… aren’t you just a charming little family?” It was those words leaving Regina’s rose colored lips that caused Emma’s breath to hitch in her throat. This magnificent woman knew what was going on, or at least had some inkling. The word choice was far too much of a coincidence for it to be anything but. Charming little family. Charming family. Charming. The word single word ticked away inside of her brain like a little time bomb. It was a common choice of words for anyone, but the way Regina had emphasized the word Charming, not to mention the tone of distaste that dripped from her tongue like vitriol had Emma’s heart thumping so loudly in her chest she feared Hook and Regina could hear the wild rhythm. Emma finally forced her feet to step forward, moving completely away from Killian Emma allowed her eyes to study the deputy Mayor’s form. That step down in power would be absolutely eating away at her if she truly knew who she was.

If there was one thing Regina feared more than anything else it was a lack of power. Something the blonde savior had originally thought was just because she was a control freak. After meeting the brunette beauty’s mother she realized that absolute need for power and prestige ran far deeper than a case of OCD. Cora Mills. A brunette on the power trip from Hell had raised this woman in her image. If she were still alive today Emma feared to even consider the state Regina would be in today. “The Deputy Mayor… isn’t that just a fancy word for secretary?” That was far ruder than Emma would normally be to a complete stranger, but she needed to see Regina’s reaction. She’d felt a spark flow between their hands at the touch. There was still a part of the woman she knew inside this possibly cursed form. Invading the brunette’s personal space Emma arched her back prepared to square off with her. “I mean, there isn’t really any power associated with the position, is there?” Perfectly shaped eyebrows quirked, causing her forehead to wrinkle with intent.

Pushing people’s button’s had always been her strong suit of Emma’s and when it came to Regina Mills that truth was magnified tenfold. Memories of their past encounters flashed through her minds eye causing a small smirk to pull at her lips. They truly were like oil and water sometimes while others they went together like peanut butter and banana’s. There never was a middle ground with them, they were either on each others side fighting for the same thing or they were fighting each other. Both literally and figuratively. Over the years the two women had had their fair share of physical altercations, but they were always equally matched. Keeping her voice low Emma decided to press just a little further to see if she could entice a reaction out of her former adversary. “I’d be interested in seeing where you work, I hear the mayoral mansion is very luxurious. Do you have a nice office in there or is it more of a cubical. I’ve always hated working out of cubicles, they’re so impractical sometimes.”

[forgottenqueen]

Maybe deep down, Regina wanted Emma to know that the former queen hadn't been affected by the witch's new curse. But she had to be extremely careful. If Elphaba had any inkling that Regina was unaffected, it would be dangerous and it would ruin everything. She could trust Emma to go along with her charade; she knew she could even trust Hook. But she had to be subtle. With everyone in this town, she had no idea who she could trust -- who had prying ears. Who knows how many people Ella had around to report back to her. Back when Regina had first cast the curse, she had most everyone wrapped around her little finger and she didn't need people getting suspicious. 

As soon as Emma began to speak once more, Regina understood that the savior knew something was off. She was a smart woman -- too smart for her own good. Narrowing her eyes, rage building from deep within her at the provoking words, Regina's lip twitched slightly. But she glanced at her surroundings. Townspeople were everyone, just walking right past them, capable of hearing anything and everything Emma was saying. She had to keep up her charade no matter what. She didn't need any rats scurrying back to Ella. 

"Ms. Swan," Regina began, making it very clear that she still remembered everything. Emma did not tell "cursed" Regina her last name, so that would let the savior know without letting everyone and their grandmother know, "I don't know who you think you are, but you really need to work on your social skills," taking one last side glance, she noticed people were looking upon the newcomers in town. No one ever visited Storybrooke, so it was no wonder people were looking. But then again, Hook's outfit didn't exactly shout "normal tourist". She looked the pirate over once more with utter distaste, "I may be a secretary, but at least I'm not married to someone who looks as though they're on their way to a LARPing session." Regina really didn't know what her plan was. People were looking, and she was keeping up the 'I have no idea who these people are' facade, but maybe the two of them would take the hint. They needed to go someplace safe. Someplace they could speak without anyone listening in.