#fragilevanity

[evcrafter]

“ who asked for your help!? ” (for belle)

“I volunteered it,” Belle replied a little archly, glancing across the library’s table at Regina. “Unless you would prefer to look through all of these texts yourself?” She should’ve known better than to try to do such a simple, nice thing for Regina.

[sweetassswan]

"Yes, well, perhaps the stable boy does have rippling musculature and a sort of roguish charm but surely it cannot compete with an Oxford education.”

❀ @fragilevanityEmma frowned at the words that reached her ears. After everything she has seen in the dream catcher about Daniel and how much Regina loved him... well, this did not make sense. She thought that nothing could be compared to that love Regina had.So she was either wrong, or Regina was playing yet another game.“Sure.” She chuckled and drank from her beer. “Words can warm you as well as any muscle.”

[heartsurgecn-a]

Happy birthday!!! I so glad I've gotten to know and write with you over these past few years (no matter how wonky our activity is) and I look forward to seeing you continue to grow as both a writer and a person. Have an amazing day!

ahhh youre the sweetest!! like ive just admired you so damn much over the years and am glad to be able to call you my friend :)

[thepiercingeyedpirate]

|| @fragilevanity twisted my arm here

Well, this had certainly taken an interesting turn. In all of the pirate captain’s many years, never would he have expected that he would have a queen nearly begging for passage on his ship. And to her credit, she did so rather prettily.

“Love, if I granted passage to every beautiful woman who threw themselves at me, I’d have more passengers than crew,” he starts, crystalline eyes sparkling with mischief and amusement even despite the familiar wood of his ship against his back. If he’s honest, few women had the daring or bravery to shove Captain Hook against the wall of his own ship - even if it was in the promise of pleasure to come. But Killian expected no less from the likes of Regina, his lips quirking up on one side in an easy, unconcerned smirk.

Oh, he could take her where she desired to go for the payment she offered - her information on the Crocodile was sound, her offer of pleasure surely not without basis, even if it was only a ruse to further her own needs. But Killian recognized the desperation she tried to hide behind those coy looks, and knew he was the only one who had the ability to assuage said desperation. Freedom called to many; the adventure of a pirate ship, without limits or bonds, was something that led countless people to approach him in the past. Poor people, tired of their dull lives on land, wanting to escape marriages or responsibilities, people that would do anything, if only it meant they would be accepted aboard The Jolly Roger.

Different stories, to be sure, but if he tilts his head just so, he can see the same sort of desperation behind her eyes as he saw in so many others.

His voice is low, meant for her ears only as his head lowers, sea-blue eyes meeting her own with all the intensity he’s known for. “Unfortunately for you, vague promises from a woman not exactly known for her honesty are not high on my list of payment methods.” He’s so close now that warm breath ghosts over her painted lips with every quiet word he breathes, an assured smugness in the pirate’s eyes as he continues.

“So unless you have a way to assure your promises are true, or you have something to offer to sweeten this little deal--” Killian leans forward slightly, breaking their eye contact in order to lower his voice further and speak directly into her ear. “-- you can see yourself off my ship.”

[turnedsavior-blog]

Pretty Lies

@fragilevanity || cont.

Emma is apologizing -- but for what, exactly, she can’t be sure. She wants to apologize for inadvertently hurting Regina, because that was never her intention; but intentions matter little here, when they’re seated just across the room from Robin, and Roland, and Marian. The very same Marian that was destined to die, so that Regina and Robin could find happiness in one another. 

The very same Marian that Emma had so thoughtlessly brought back with them to this realm without a second thought, because she’s the savior, dammit! Given the opportunity to save an innocent woman’s life, of course she would take it. 

But would she have done so, had she known the steep price that would be paid? 

Regina is just shy of glaring at her with those intense, dark eyes of hers, and she’s so close now that Emma can feel the warmth radiating off of her skin. Perhaps, under different circumstances, she might find some comfort in that warmth. There’s no time to consider that in depth, however, because suddenly there are soft lips crushed against her own, and -- 

The Mayor -- The (reformed) Evil Queen -- Regina is kissing her. She’s kissing her, and claiming that Emma owes her, and that just isn’t fair. Nothing is fair about this situation, but that doesn’t make it any less real. Nor does it assuage any of her guilt. 

It’s guilt, Emma tells herself, that spurs her to slip fingers into that soft, raven-colored hair at the back of Regina’s head, and pull her in for another kiss. There’s an edge of desperation in the action; her magic sparks just beneath the surface of her skin, perhaps in response to Regina’s closeness -- Emma can’t be sure. She’s certain of nothing now, save for the fact that she has to make this look believable. 

Because it’s true; she owes Regina now.

[islckidsarchived-blog]

Evie Mills

@fragilevanity

“Regina, get down to the shop, it’s important.”

~

“Hook fished them all out of the harobor,” Rumple said, gesturing at the soaked teens huddled in the back of his shop, several of them wearing rather fancy clothes and colorful hair under the towels Belle was still bundling them in. “A bit of an accident, a spell during a fight went wrong apparently. You’re here because one of them is your daughter.” He announced to her. “Evie,” he raised his voice a little. 

She looked up, wet blue hair hanging around her face like a curtain. Her dress stuck to her thin frame, the blue cloth almost black from the water. 

“C’mon dearie,” Rumple motioned her over. Evie frantically fussed with her hair and clothes for a second before coming to stand before them. “Regina Mills, your daughter, Evie.”

Evie’s eyes widened and she dipped a quick curtsy, the move textbook perfect. 

“Mother,” she said quietly. 

[manyfairytales-blog]

@fragilevanity | emma swan starter.

    Emma leaned against her car, arms crossed as she gazed around the streets of Storybrooke. The wind had picked up a little and she watched as the leaves moved across the ground. To her, it was somewhat relaxing and her troubled thoughts were pushed to the back of her mind, if only for a little while. So much happened and she could hardly keep track of it. After a while, Emma moved away from her car and she took a long walk through the streets, smiling weakly at those she passed by. 

[manyfairytales-blog]

@fragilevanity | maid marian starter.

    "What do you want?” The words left Marian’s mouth before she could even stop herself. She chewed on the inside of her cheek as she kept her eyes on the woman in front of her. Marian wasn’t in the mood for an argument or a confrontation and she wanted to keep things as civil as possible. She twisted a loose thread from her jumper around her finger and she kept her attention on her, saying nothing else.