Apr 26, 2016
Playtime| Closed
"I can't believe we're doing this," Zelena said, but her loud giggles suggested she was far from opposed to it. She stood up as she fastened her dress and looked in the mirror. The crown at the very least fit nicely on her head rather then the way it all but engulfed her before as a youth. White and pink stitched cloth fell over her shoulders as she stared at the memory looking back at her in the looking glass. It was like she was that child again, and like that child she was happy and connected by the love of a sister. And also ridiculously clothed. "Our fashion sense was simply hideous." @villainofthisstory