#wickedshenanigans

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wickedshenanigans replied to your post: “my problem with Zelena: one second I’m like “omg she giggled and it...”:

Same bro.

We are one.

[emily31594]

Yaass oooh #16 in a public place? I'd love to see you do missing year for that... :D

The woman grooming the mare in the second stall flinches as he enters, her shoulders tight, her fingers twitching on the brush.

It takes Robin no more than a moment to recognize her silky dark hair, the tensed poise of her limbs, the strong set of her jaw.

“Apologies, Milady,” he voices softly, her half-down hair shifting behind her shoulders as she turns to look at him. Her stern glance is undone a bit by the way the grey mare nudges her hand in protest to her interrupted grooming.

Something about the Queen is different, today; gentler, more subdued. It is not only the deep maroon of her brocade vest and dark brown trousers, the soft curls of her half tied-back hair, the subtler shades of lip color and eye liner, the matte black leather of her flat-heeled boots. She is different here as well, not quite as tense or volatile, or at least, not revealing those things through her very breath.

She feels safe here, that much is clear, and he is intruding.

“I was just searching for Roland’s cloak,” he explains, eager to leave her to her seeming peace, for he knows she has so little of it, “he seems to have left it here this morning.”

Regina nods her head in the direction of the stall between them, to a wool cloak sitting folded and draped over an empty stall door, her eyes firm and almost unreadable. And yet something about this slightly less barbed and still endlessly captivating Regina makes him loathe to just—walk away.

“Thank you.” He takes a couple of steps closer to her in order to retrieve the cloak, smoothing it over his arm as he asks, “Is she yours?”

“No.” Regina swallows, hanging to brush on a nearby hook. She finally meets his eyes. Her pursed lips split apart, her eyes widening just a fraction, he hopes (always hopes, for she looks at him like this more often than she’d probably admit) as she finds the openness and trust and respect in his eyes and understands it to be for her.

“She needed grooming, and I needed rest from…” she continues, trailing off as Robin steps silently into the space in front of her and strokes a palm down the mare’s forehead.

“People,” he suggests, snagging an apple from a sack near their feet and offering it up to the mare, who snatches it happily.

“Yes,” she agrees with a mirthless smile.

“I’ll get out of your way, then, Milady,” he promises, bowing and giving the mare a final pat. He only barely reigns in his chuckle as Regina gives in to the horse’s prodding and reaches for a second apple.

“Only the best for those you truly care for,” he observes, more to himself than to her.

Her dark eyes flash to his, the silence weighted between them.

“Milady, I have long meant to—and have never found the right moment to—“he stumbles, clearing his throat and fiddling with a crease in Roland’s cloak, though his eyes never leave her, “thank you for your gift. The golden arrows. It was a—truly kind gesture.”

She is silent for several moments on end, and then her voice breaks into the quiet sounds of their breaths, “So the thief knows how to value gold,” she observes, the derisive tone the same as always, but shaky around the edges in a way it rarely has been.

“I know how to value you,” he returns, unfazed, “and if you don’t know that, well, you’ve been fooling yourself since the moment we met.”

Regina sniffs haughtily, her eyes closing in a little, the way she does when she feels overexposed, when someone’s hit on something raw and true and jagged in her heart. “I’m glad you’ve felt you were sufficiently rewarded by my beauty.”

“Regina,” he sighs, exasperated and, all right, a bit hurt, his hand itching to reach out and touch her, to do anything to help convince her of his true feelings, “why can’t you believe—“ he stumbles on the words as her eyes find his again, dark and bottomless, and her hand comes to rest on his neck, fingers spread against his skin, “—me,” he finishes, swallowing heavily.

She leans the slightest bit forward, her hand sliding into his hair, her eyes fluttering closed.

And she kisses him.

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y'all if the stars align for me and wickedshenanigans before she jets back home i'll be good for the next five christmases or so

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wickedshenanigans replied to your post: “When you get this, you must publicly post something nice about at...”:

MWAH! Thank you Alex, you are lovely and friendly and talented yourself!! And Colgate is still superior. ;) xx

Just kidding!! Thank you very much, you wonderful human being! Mwah! Xx

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When you get this, you must publicly post something nice about at least 5 different people you follow, then copy and paste this in each of their ask boxes <3

Eva! First of all, sorry this has taken me so long to get back to (I have no idea where these 10 days have gone but apparently they have so..). Second, I’m including you as one of my five because I can (mwhahaha).. you are a wonderful human being, incredibly talented and one of the friendliest people on my dash. I miss our flailing and very serious discussions over the superior toothpaste brand.

reginashappiness my ridiculously talented twinnie who needs to accept the fact that she’s ridiculously talented. One of my closest friends on here and an all round beautiful human being with great taste in otps and music. 

sassgina-and-awesomehood wifey!! aka my favourite Hoodie! you just get me man. so glad we’re getting back on our skype game!

mysterious-song my Paris buddy whose writing is one of my favourite things everrrrr. Super lovely and super talented (those Iron Man AU manips too dude!), probably wouldn’t make it to or from Paris without ya hahah

melazon perhaps a little bit behind with fic reading but who isn’t? ;) my new soulmate and partner in author finding! always a lovely presence on my dash and just so friendly. 

[htoria]

What DO you think about tarmac? ;)

Tarmac saves lives. You just think about how grateful you are for it next time you go over a pot hole, I’m telling ya.

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wickedshenanigans replied to your post “Twin!!!!!”

Wait which of us is Mushu and which is Crickee because the punchy twin is definitely channelling Mushu XD

I’m most definitely is Mushu and yes, the punchy twin is Mushu, which makes you Crickee and the one with crossed arms~! ;D

[revolutionsoftheheart]

wickedshenanigans is beyond fantastic. I just had to put it out there.