#threads: cora

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@bruisedhearts (Zelena)

“I don’t like what the enchanted box was saying. I’m not wicked.”

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@gutsymmetry (regina)

   There was an air of sadness about her as she reached out to tenderly tuck a lock of hair behind Regina’s ear. Brown eyes locked with brown as she murmured quite plainly, “You would’ve been enough.” A belated realization. One that she knew could not make up for the decades of mistreatment and abuse her daughter had suffered at her hands. “Truly.”

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@crowntipped

   She’s sitting in a booth at Granny’s, nursing a cup of coffee as she waits for Regina to get out of her meeting with the city council. At the sound of footsteps approaching, Cora drags her eyes upward, prepared to make a comment about her daughter’s tardiness only to be greeted by an unwelcome sight in a blue sweater. A heady mixture of disdain and sarcasm drips from her voice.

    “And what, pray tell, brings Your Benevolence into my unworthy presence?”

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@gutsymmetry

   Cora swings her legs over the edge of the bed she shares with Raine and casts a glance over her shoulder to make sure the other woman is still asleep. The floorboards beneath her feet creak as her weight is foisted onto them and she winces at the sound of Raine stirring. Snatching up her shift from where it is draped over a chair, she turns to face her.

    “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

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@thequeenalone

     The huff that escapes her is unqueenly and there is something distinctly childish about the set of her arms as she folds them across her chest. “Honestly, Regina, I can be trusted to be alone with my own grandson.” Alright, so a part of her understands her daughter’s reluctance, but that doesn’t make it any less insulting. “You’ll be gone, what, two hours at the most? Just what do you think can happen in that time span?”