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

...here.

𝙿𝙸𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙷𝙾𝙾𝙺 !

It did well that the heroes so often sought to keep a distance from the two of them. Killian couldn’t quite figure if it was a matter of safety, which would be bloody foolish given their current aligned goals, or simply habit. Either way, it meant that while they treaded through the jungle, he and the queen were either falling back, or leading far ahead. He could blame it on their shared exclusion, of course, but there was no denying something had been drawing him to the queen ever since their talk aboard his ship   ––––   she understood his predicament as he did hers; the burden of being a villain in a world where only heroes prevailed. 

Funnily enough, heroics had just been what he wanted to discuss with her. While the Charmings lead ahead of them, Killian sees the opportunity to take Regina by the arm, urging her to stay back even more so their conversation would be out of the others’ reach. They’d hardly miss them, at any rate.  ❛  I need to talk to you, it’s about the prince.  ❜  He whispers as he leans closer to her. 

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His eyes travel to the small party ahead briefly, before returning to hers.  ❛  He’s been hit by dreamshade; I’ve see its effects before and he shows all the signs.  ❜   There’s a moment of hesitation, where he’s unsure why he was sharing it with her in the first place.  ❛  He’s got days, maybe a week if he’s lucky.   ❜  

as if the past forty - eight hours were not enough to push her to the edge, she felt more than a little out of place among her company. in fact, she couldn’t honestly say she liked any of the people she found herself so regrettably surrounded by. though they were all on the same side, anyone would be hard - pressed to call them a team. there was a clear divide between heroes and villains, both groups confident they were better than the other. even with henry’s life at stake, regina was expected to be a bystander: not to be trusted, not to be included. she didn’t focus on it too much, though. instead, kept her eyes on the prize, willing to do anything to insure henry’s safe return home   …   even if it wasn’t her home.

the brushing of his fingers against her elbow causes her focus to break, arm jerking away on instinct.   ‘   wha   —   ?      the sound barely makes its way from between her red stained lips before she hears his mention of david, effectively quieting her long enough to listen to his words.

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‘   dreamshade ? wh   —   ’   there is a furrow in her brow, lips pursed as she tried to decipher what the captain was saying.  david couldn’t be dying; not at anyone’s hands but her own. she had to take a moment, eyes widening as it finally settled in.   ‘   i don’t know what i’m expected to do with that information.   ’   her main focus had to be henry, but he would never forgive her if she knew and didn’t try to save him. it seemed she was at a crossroads, unsure of what to do.   ‘   is there   …   an antidote ?   ’

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