"Remember me?" ( This might be terribly difficult, or hilarious to answer )
She wasn’t sure at all how she’d gotten here, to this dark, musty smelling vault that seemed dank and treacherous. Why the hell had she been here? She rubbed the back of her head, feeling the lump there and groaning. That was going to leave a mark. She looked down at her clothing, hoping for a clue to who she was, where she was- anything really; black pants and a white shirt with a black blazer. Didn’t give her much to go on. She stood, brushing off the pants and putting her hands on her hips as she frowned and looked at her reflection in a mirror on the wall.
Her hair was a mess, she was bare faced with swollen red eyes- clearly she’d been crying. She pushed her hand through her hair then froze at the voice that sounded from behind her. She turned slowly, over her shoulder, not quite sure what she should be preparing herself for and felt her breath catch at the sight that greeted her. Regina’s eyes grew wide at the mirror of herself staring back at her; whatever had happened, whoever this twin of her was, there was very clearly something off about her. The strut, the attitude, the voice- Regina shivered as a chill ran along her spine just thinking about the way those two words had been uttered and she licked her lips, struggling to find the words, the way to tell her own split image that ‘No’ she didn’t remember her and that she was quite sure that was probably a good thing.
She swallowed the hard lump of fear that had formed in her throat as she stared at her then shook her head, hoping her voice was stronger than she actually felt, “Even if I could, I’m not sure it’d be a good thing.” She lifted her eyebrows and sighed, “But given that we look alike, I’m going to assume we’re related in some way...”
@split-queen
