Here’s a snippet for you to enjoy from @winterbythesea‘s CSRT work in progress!
Emma led the way down into Regina’s vault, taking a triumphant pleasure in letting her hands trail along the stone walls, over a decorated box, several books... touching.
“Never gets any less creepy, does it,” she commented.
Killian grimaced in agreement, blue eyes flicking around the cramped, dark space. “It’s certainly fitting to be the Evil Queen’s lair.”
“I never got that,” Emma said. “If I had a lair, I’d want it to be nice. You know?”
Killian shot her look, and for a second, she thought there was some alarm in there, or at least a question. Like he was wondering whether she was planning to get herself a lair.
It was gone immediately, and he smirked. “A nice lair? I think those words might be mutually exclusive.”
“Lairs can’t be nice?” Emma made a show of looking around. “I don’t know, I think you could make it a little homier, at least.”
“Some flowers and pretty drapes, perhaps,” he suggested.
“A couple of throw cushions,” Emma agreed. They grinned at each other.
Then Emma turned her attention to the wall, where dozens of hearts beat in their creepy, sarcophagus-like boxes. It was like a morgue for hearts, and she’d always hated it.
“Do you know why she never gave them back?” Killian asked, following her gaze.
Emma shook her head. “I don’t even know why she took them.”
“Leverage,” Killian said at once. “And punishment, perhaps. But the only reason to take someone’s heart and keep it is to control them, is it not?”
“Yeah.” Emma made a face. Killian, she noted, was all but glaring at the wall of hearts like it had personally offended him. Maybe it had. Of all the things he hated, being controlled was one of the worst.
“Even so, I wonder that she brought them with her,” Killian said. “If there was no magic in this realm, how are they still alive?”
“Taking hearts is different,” Emma said. Regina had never told her about this; of course she hadn’t, she’d avoided the subject like the coward she was, loathe as always to bring up any of her own wrongdoings. But Emma knew about it now. She knew a lot of things now. “You need magic to take it, and to put it back, but that’s it. I guess under the curse, people wouldn’t even have known that they were—”
She broke off as the memory hit her.
She swallowed, ignoring Killian’s look, feeling numbness spread out from the pit of her stomach.
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