Steampunk SwanQueen. Emma is an adventurer getting ready for a trip around the world in her amazing airship. Regina is the daughter of a noble about to be trapped into a loveless marriage. They meet one night at a Regina's engagement party and after striking up a conversation, Emma asks if she's happy and that if she had the chance to leave tonight and never come back would she. Sorry if this is stupid but yeah... it's what popped into my head when I saw your post.
As I said, not stupid, thanks for the prompt, I really hope you like it! ;)
Emma eyed the mansion in front of her, the poor light due to the late hour added to the normal cloud of smoke that always hovered over the city made almost difficult for her good trained eyes to distinguish the real colors hiding under it but the words that were engraved at the front in copper letters with the name of the family that lived there shone strongly enough to make her feel her nerves returning, biting at her insides.
Walking slowly towards the entrance she tilted her head when one elderly lamplighter walked next to her, a vacant stare in his eyes as he mostly limped, the sound of a metallic leg following his steps as he did so. Emma merely sighed and turned her eyes towards the door, her gloved-covered hands digging on the pockets of her long leather coat, her boots clanging against the road in the same fashion the lamplighter did albeit not due to a mechanical leg or arm but just because of the copper bits the boots sported, a helpful item to make her be grounded on her airship’s floor whenever the ship was attacked by pirates. A rather common occurrence in the lines she tended to move.
Her clothes, albeit old and obviously used, were clean and not broken and as she touched her most valuable possession; a tiny mechanical watch whose dented clogs could be seen as the piece showed not only hours but also the different and most used merchant air lines, she almost felt ready to enter in a place she obviously didn’t feel like she fitted in. One hand came from her pocket and touched her vest, leather and satin; a priced piece of cloth her second had insisted on buying when they had stopped momentarily on Alderdale, next to Midas princedom.
When she had questioned Ruby about it the brunette had shrugged and told her that one never knew when the fabric could ever come in handy and since it was quite normal for Emma and her crew to need every piece of the goods they had when they tried to trade in different harbors the blonde captain had let the woman had the piece of clothing without a fight. Now that she was using it she could almost hear the smug smile her second had directed at her when she had abandoned her ship a few hours before, the walk between that part of the city towards the high society part a really long walk the blonde had made while trying to look as imperturbable as always. Yes, Emma thought to herself, karma was a particular entity that didn’t like her very much and as she finally decided to touch the bell at one side of the main gate, a beautiful work from one of the most priced and valuable factory of the enchanted forest company, she felt the same nervousness and weariness that always filled her whenever she needed to do a social visit like this one.
