So these are just itty-bitty pieces and parts of things that pop into my head (usually at the most inopportune times), and they've been sitting around on my computer for a while now. I figured after my inactivity over the past several months, I owed you guys a little something. Well, a lot something, but this is what I've got for now. hope you enjoy!
Regina stood before the mirror, slowly turning this way and that. It had been a long time since she wore leather pants. But these weren't quite the same as the tight fitting, leaving nothing to the imagination leggings of her days as the Evil Queen, instead they were thick and sturdy work pants. A green tunic of Robin's, altered some by the good Friar Tuck, was tucked into the waist band and secured with a wide belt. Knee high black boots completed the ensemble, if one could call it that, and she sighed.
She hadn't realized how accustomed she'd become to dresses and fine jewelry. She looked positively alien in this get up, but John said the way to the Palace was over grown and riddled with traps and nasty creatures. Better to be wearing something she could run—and breathe—in, should the need arise.
She looked up as someone knocked on the door, and saw Robin poke his head into the room. His breath caught at the sight of her, and he stepped fully into the room, saying, "Regina…you look—"
"Ridiculous," she interrupted, not looking at him. "I don't know why I ever let all of you talk me into this." She brought her hands up, ready to work a spell. "I'm going to—"
"No!" Robin took hold of her hands and spun her to face him. "Don't change a thing. You're beautiful."
Regina raised an eyebrow. "I'm wearing your shirt." she deadpanned.
He chuckled and pressed a kiss to her knuckles with a grin. "I know."