Regina sighed softly as she closed the door behind her with a soft click. Disappointment sat heavily upon her shoulders, defeat was evident in her face. She had been so sure that he was the one, that he was her final chance of happiness, the chance for a happy ending that she was now never going to have.
There had been a split second before he planted his lips on hers in which she had felt a glimmer of uncertainty, but she had just put that down to nerves. Stupidly, she had convinced herself that she was in love with Robin ahold, which of course, she now knew she wasn't. Desperately, she had wanted it to be true, she had wished it to come to life, to sit in her heart and crash through her veins. She had tried to will herself into loving Robin because the pixie dust had convinced her to.
It was all in vain, all she had ever has to go on was a dragon tattoo and some sparkly dust. There had never been a gut feeling, there had never been anything instinctual that told her it was right. Yet she had gone for it anyway. She had hoped it was right, because Robin was a good man and they were both a little bit broken from the loss of their past loves. She had known he hadn't felt it either, no matter how hard he had tried to push himself to. But now she was stuck feeling incredibly stupid because she had tried to force a feeling that can not be forced. How could she have been so foolish?
Regina let her head hit the door with a soft thunk, as her body slid down to the floor. It was such an incredibly stupid thing of her to do. Somehow, as soon as their lips had touched she had known, or rather felt that she was kissing the wrong person. She wasn't sure whom she was supposed to have been kissing, but it certainly hadn't felt right. There had been something gut wrenching about that feeling, it felt desperate and it felt so wrong. It was almost as if her body had been pleading with her, trying to tell her that the person she was sharing the kiss with had been wrong. She had an awful feeling that she had some how changed something important, and now she was stuck with the feeling that she needed to set it right. What it was exactly, she wasn't sure but she knew she had to do something about it. She didn't know what she had done wrong, but it felt strangely altering, she knew it was the beginning of a huge mistake but she hoped that she still had time to put it right before any lasting damage was gone. First, she had to figure out what had been so wrong, she would start immediately.
That is, after she had gotten over her loss of dignity for doing something so utterly stupid. Sighing once again, she decided to resolve the matter in the morning, after she had had some time to nurse her wounded pride, and she made to stand and head towards her study. She needed a tumbler or two of her home made cider, just to take the edge off of the events of the evening and to calm her nerves. She hoped it would be able to mute the awful, stomach clenching feeling she had about the terrible mistake she had made earlier on.
She had just reached the stairs at the top of the entry way when she heard an almighty crash, followed by some rather choice curse words. The words, being rather crass, reminded her of one Miss Emma Swan, sheriff of her once cursed town. The thought brought a smirk to her face, but she knew from the voice that it couldn't be Emma. The voice had a deeper, smoother quality to it than Emma's did. That meant an intruder was in her home. Tensing up, she turned slowly in her heels as her hand came up to create a fireball. A brilliant stream of lilac coloured magic was emerging from a young girl, sixteen at most, as she stood just inside of the front door.
Without warning, her magic cut off and she fell to her knees, gasping desperately for breath. Slowly, she staggered to her feet, swaying slightly and extremely pale, but determined none the less. The girl, Regina notes, is tiny, barely passed the five foot mark, and she is built in a rather delicate and willowy way. Her hair is dark, and her skin is olive toned but her eyes, it is her eyes that captivate Regina's attention. She finds herself looking into the eyes of Emma Swan.
The girl is looking at her, glaring at her, pointedly, as if to say that she does not appreciate having a fireball aimed in her general direction. It steals Regina's breath away because she is being glared at by a girl with Emma Swan's eyes but it is not Emma Swan's less than convincing glare looking back at her. No, it's Regina's.