#thechivalrousthief

[thewickedwitchx]

Wickedest Desires || Aurora, Robin, & Elphaba (Ella)

It had been exactly one week since she had casted the curse and she felt like she had settled in quite nicely. She remembered waking up on the first day in the new realm and how surprised she had been by the simplicity and quaintness of the town as she had peered out from her mansion. It looked nothing like anything she had ever seen before and it had charmed some small, deep part of her that could still be moved by such things. She had been indulgent that morning, allowing herself a momentary bout of weakness to feel so charmed before getting back to business -- she had places to be and people to see, after all.

She had cast the curse with the intention of stealing away everyone's happy endings, her own being the exception of course, and wanted to make sure that every single one of those peasants were drowning in sweet, glorious misery. Ohh, Regina in particular she couldn't wait to see.

She grinned, excitement and eagerness coursing through her veins, and with a final glance at the town below -- her town -- she turned towards her private bathroom to get ready. On the way there she passed a full-length mirror and caught her reflection in it. Her eyes went wide in confusion and shock and she rushed to stand before it.

Her reflection stared back at her, one she had seen countless times, but the major difference this time was that she was no longer green. Hands reached up to run over her cheeks as she watched herself in the mirror and smiled. She'd almost forgotten what she'd looked like without the green tint -- the price of her magic, one she would never wish to give back if it meant forfeiting her powers -- but she couldn't say it didn't bother her to look normal, she'd always been vain by nature and the green had always been one annoying imperfection. Again, the price of magic. No more though, it was her Happy Ending and she no longer had to be green...but that didn't mean she was no longer wicked. She chuckled, stroking a finger affectionately over her reflection. Oh no, she was very much still wicked.

That had been her routine almost every morning since the first -- a few minutes spent looking at the town, relishing in the fact that everyone was so completely unhappy and living the furthest thing from Happily Ever After, followed by an hour to pamper herself in her luxuriously large bathroom, then breakfast before heading off to work.

In the evenings she had dinner then often strolled around the town, basking in the world that she herself had created. Seven days and it still didn't get old, she had a feeling it never would. She walked slowly, one hand in her pocket -- to ward off the chill -- while the other stroked over the emerald necklace she was never without. There was a soft smile on her face, one that faded away when she happened to glance up and see Tink- Faye climbing up the fire escape of a building.

Huh. Her brows furrowed as she continued to watch, a strange little itch forming between her shoulder blades. She recognized the apartment building and it took another minutes, but she realized that the window Faye was peeking into was Mary Margaret's. Her eyebrow rose in question and her teeth bared slightly.

What on earth was the nun doing snooping around Mary Margaret's? No, no, no...that wouldn't do. The itch between her shoulder blades intensified. That wouldn't do at all. She needed to speak to the Sheriff immediately.

[all-about-tink]

Wickedest Desires Storybrooke || Robin, Tink (Faye), David

 This town is depressing. Tink thought as she maneuvered herself up the fire escape towards Snow’s apartment. Or Mary Margaret’s apartment as everyone else called it. Tink still had a hard time wrapping her head around the fact that the people she called her friend and allies where currently living a life that was a complete lie. A made up world.

To everyone in Storybrooke, Tinker Bell was known as Faye. A young woman who had been raised at the convent by Mother Superior and the other sisters. Faye’s mother had abandoned her on the convent’s doorstep when she was a newborn. A tragic story if you believed it. The Wicked Witch really had outdone herself when casting the curse.

But you missed one, Witch.  Tink had, by some miracle, kept her memories of her previous life. Unlike everyone else, Tink still knew who she really was and what had happened. Not that it gave her much comfort since she couldn’t talk to anyone about it. Trying to convince people that their lives in Storybrooke weren’t real would just cause chaos. And Tink couldn’t afford to raise any suspicion from the Wicked Witch. So Tink had no other choice but to be on her own with her little secret. And to come up with a plan on her own. Because she would be damned if they spent an eternity like this. Frozen in place, living each day as the Witch wanted them to live it.

Tink thought back at what she and Neal had spoken of before the curse. He’d admitted that he knew about the red ruby slippers even if he had no knowledge of their whereabouts. But Tink had learned some time ago that when Baelfire was around, Emma and her family where usually involved as well. So maybe, just maybe, Snow White and Charming where connected to the slippers. It was just a hunch but it was worth a shot. Anything that could help her get closer to destroying the curse was reason enough for her to do what she was about to do.

Tink looked through the window into Snow’s apartment. She would be able to search the place pretty quickly since she didn’t have to be discreet like she would have to be if Snow was at home. How hard could a pair of red slippers be to find anyway?

Casting one more final look around her, to make sure that no one was nearby, Tink placed her hands on the window frame and pushed it all the way up. She slipped inside the apartment.