#rgincmills

[thenotsoelegantswan]

@rgincmills ​

the curse was b r o k e n, stolen memories restored. families were finally reunited, including her own. twenty eight years she grew up without a mother nor a father, believing the people that made her - had simply abandoned her. only that wasn’t how her story went, the woman she was now trying to protect was the very reason she grew up alone. 

regina mills, the biggest pain in her ass from the first moment they met. they argued, they plotted against the other but they both shared one thing in common - they loved the same ten year old kid unconditionally. henry was why she were here, the reason she was protecting the evil queen from the angry mob hungry for her blood. archie hopper was found dead, regina targeted as the culprit. only emma didn’t truly believe it, the woman she had bickered and fought with wouldn’t jeopardize her relationship with henry for what? no, she wouldn’t believe it.  

pacing back and fourth in the station, emma had to keep regina there for her own protection. as much as her parents tried to convince her this was something regina would be capable of, she just couldn’t accept it. “okay so we need to find somewhere else safe. somewhere they won’t know about.” she tried to come up with a solution, each one she had a complete failure. they couldn’t stay hidden in these walls forever. stopping in front of the cell she locked regina in for safety purposes, her fingers wrapped around the bars as she looked through them to the other. “regina, a little help with ideas here?! them doors could come through any minute.” she warned, scared for the both of them.

[bornasaviour]

[     ⋆ Starter for: @rgincmills​ ⋆     ]

     A deadly silence lingered. Emma lay, face down, her muscles aching from the sudden fall to the ground after the tornado of dark magic released her into the thick of the forest in the outskirts of Storybrooke. There was not so much as a rustle of wind through the pine trees surrounding her, as though the darkness had tethered itself to more than her own soul, effecting all around her.       For a long moment, the blonde lay there, blue eyes unblinking, glazed, lacking in their usual spark. Her chest felt heavy, as though she had a bad cold but it was her own feelings and emotions that were suffering. Wincing as she pushed herself up from the ground, body protesting, she noticed her hands hadn’t changed, she didn’t appear any different than she had been before she made the impulsive decision to sacrifice her happiness for Regina’s. She was the saviour? Well then, she was going to save. Her motivations ran deeper, but she had neither the strength nor the willpower to acknowledge that. The fight had left her. Henry was safe, that was what mattered most. Regina would take good care of him. Emma had found that, over the years, she had grown to trust the former queen, much more than she trusted herself. Regina was his mother. More of a mother, she hated to admit it, than she would ever be to him. They would be happy, they would have each other and knowing that would have to be enough. 

     Wandering the forest, even the wildlife quietened, scurried away as she walked near. Perhaps they sensed the darkness gripping and growing within her, making roots to sprout and cause her to do all sorts of awful things. There was an old cabin, uninhabited, that she came across. She knew she would not be going back into town that night, perhaps not ever.

     Emma hid away inside the gloominess of the cabin for hours, body trembling as dark magic seeped further through her veins. The crisp snap of a twig prompted her to venture outside, noticing the crackle of energy building around her, dark magic eager to find something to destroy. It was controllable, but the blonde feared it soon wouldn’t be. “Who’s there?” she called, wide green eyes scanning the forest. 

[induro-a]

just a lost little girl { sc } ; @rgincmills​

Both women were standing in the very 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 of the forest, books laid scattered around them as trying to 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 Hope how to control her magic was growing difficult. Her hand held onto her Aunt Regina’s as she grew stronger and learnt how to 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 and control not only her own magic, but for defence purposes, the magic of those 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 her. The energy ball in front of her grew before she got scared, 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 her Aunt’s hand and sighed deeply. “This isn’t working.”