Dec 5, 2017
Your muse suddenly grips my muse’s hair. (Maybe EQ? Before the first curse)
“Abigail, enough!” Regina snarled. Her friend had been hovering for too long behind Regina’s shoulder, reading the curse that the queen held in her hands. She didn’t need the girl causing a scene, or getting too involved; it would be easier to remove her from the situation all together. So, with a sneer across her lips, the brunette turned and snagged a handful of Abigail’s hair, rising to her feet and dragging her friend towards the door.