without your past, you could never have arrived so wondrously and brutally, by design or some violent, exquisite happenstance

...here.

𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚀𝚄𝙸𝙻𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳𝚂 !

flaxen brow lofts, intrigue colouring her features upon the idea of ‘creative ways to murder’ regina in her sleep. she would be lying if she admit to the fact that those thoughts never once crossed her mind — of course they did. the thirst for vengeance is not quenched within a singular day, or week, or month, or year… however long it takes for her to satiate, that is. emerald eyes fixate upon the contents on the screen – she simply smirks whilst watching the beginning of the documentary: how fascinating that these people could commit crime without magic? perchance, she should try it too… or rather, not. after all, having gone through what she had gone through – her body is tired, her mind is worn, and all she could ask for is some peace and quiet. 

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regina, ”  she says her sister’s name in a monotonous fashion, however, the amusement in her voice is still nevertheless, evident.  “ you are not exactly helping me NOT get ideas on how to murder you in your sleep. ”  she could be jesting, but she also could be serious. 

as the sun slowly sets, her curtains filter out nearly all of the remaining sunlight, just the bright artificial glow of the television and a soft haze that originates from the kitchen. though it may be pushing it, regina settles on the arm of the couch, slow in her movements, careful not to push any boundaries.   ‘   i’ve seen all of these a million times, and i have an escape plan for every scenario. if anything, it would be a challenge.   ’   she knows the potential danger of such banter, but regina was not exactly scared of her sister. she had defeated her once, and that was enough to tell her it could be done again if the need arose.

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‘   not to mention, the people committing these crimes have some of the most flawed plans i’ve ever seen. if anything, i watch to critique their mo.   ’ a pause as she focuses on the words for a moment.   ‘   see ? you have to be some kind of an ass to leave the murder weapon there.   

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