Regina as a necromancer; asked by britannysnieve via whatsapp
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The graveyard was covered in thick fog. Its tendrils climbed up the slowly crumbling headstones in which names of long forgotten members of families long ago neglected by time and heirs stared back at the single silhouette that moved through the dark, muddy floor and rotting leaves squelched under her feet. The moment was coming the moon already crossing the sky in a lazy arc which brown eyes followed triumphantly as gleaming lips parted in a smirk.
It had been too long, Regina reflected, her right hand caressing the moss-covered headstone of some general, her fingers curling at the edge of it as she tilted her head, brown tresses shadowing her face while she counted the seconds away; The spell she had been preparing for months now curled on the back of her throat, making the glyphs embedded in the single pendant she wore around her neck to glow ever so slightly, a last minute detail being added to the formula.
The fog seemed to thin behind her, a dirty white fog almost indistinguishable from the one that surrounded the place seemed to reach for the brunette's back before it retreated quickly, leaving a tall woman behind, her green eyes shining darkly in the night air of October.
"It's time" The voice of the newcomer was deep and jaded, causing Regina to look at her from atop her shoulder, a cruel smile curving her lips even more when the scent of magic of the other woman reached her nostrils.
"We need to wait." She instructed softly, her tone velvety and low, the equal reflection of the other woman whose pale skin seemed to glow under the dim iridescent light of the moon.
"But…"
Regina raised one single hand, her index finger slightly raised in order to indicate silence, her whole posture stiff as she kept the count of the seconds with the other hand, the rattling sound of nails against stone filling the space between the other woman and herself.
"I've waited for this hex to be perfect," Regina's voice didn't let anything to discuss. Eyeing the other woman with one languid look she pursed her lips before continuing. "Punctuality is a must and you know it, Emma."
The enchantress narrowed her eyes but said nothing, her tall frame hovering over the one of Regina; hard planes and concealed curves under pressed leather clothing moving against voluptuous curves clothed in dark blue. A movement that was met with a low and rumbling growl that made the green-eyed woman kiss the still raised hand with devotion. "I will wait." She promised, raising her head, lips pressing against a cold earlobe she proceeded to nip. "Just be quick, I cannot wait to see you like this."
That last sentence elicited one single laugh that bubbled out the brunette's lips before quickly being swallowed by the fog that did nothing but crowded around the two women; the moonlight glowing indolently against it. Regina rose both hands above her head, her magic sparkling between her fingers, crackling and buzzing as her tongue rolled with practice, one single sentence appearing on her mind; it was time.
Time for the night of the dead, time in which death and life mixed and shared until nothing but shadows were left. With one final push the fog that has been growing around both her and Emma floated in one single circle until it seemed to explode, coating the stones as it disappeared, the earth around the tombs shuddering lightly as it did.
Licking her lips, the necromancer eyed the blonde enchantress, Emma's usually emerald eyes glowing dark under the moonlight that was now tinted purple and silver, its power casting shadows and words on the blonde's cheeks as she nodded once, bared teeth and lust-induced haze clouding Emma's voice until it seemed a mere growl. "Yes"
That word alone made Regina close her hands into tight fists, the last lines of the spell escaping her lips and crashing against the stones like glass, their sharp borders cutting portals between the other world and theirs, a world that was hers for her to play for the night.
"Rise" She ordered, her voice reaching every single corner of the graveyard, trees and leaves shuddering as the whole extension of her power washed over them. The first screech was heard as stone melted into bones and purple fire, Regina's chest filling with pride.
Tonight was the night of the dead and she, she would be their guardian.