She's to thin, you realize. Her hipbones jut out at awkward angles and her ribs are littered with dents. You never ask how they managed to get like that, like her body was the night sky and a meteor shower thundered past - undeniable and unavoidable - the collision bright and loud, making her the blackest of blues.

You enjoy her as she is, too thin and bony and pale.

But you like that, like the way you're able to trace her moving blood with your tongue. You like the way her porcelain skin feels paper thin under your burning palms. You think she likes it to, if the scratch marks on your back are any indication.

You also think that the reason she is too thin is because it means that she's able to tuck herself in just right against your own battered body. It's almost as though the two of you are made for each other - you're hot and full of things you'll never admit to anyone but her (and even then that's only because she can read your eyes like a seaman reads the stars, even when they're covered by clouds) and she's cold and full of things she'll never admit to anyone but you (and that's only because you can read her lips like a blind man reads the road beneath his feet, even when there isn't one).

You warm her up and she cools you down, so the both of you are just this side of lukewarm. But all of this doesn't matter to you at the moment, because she's too thin and you're worried that she'll leave if you tell her so. Instead, you look at her, take in her golden curls and that stupid tilt of her chin that you're secretly in love with, and smile with your fingertips.

She looks up at you then and somehow makes you fall in love with her all over again.

There is nothing special about the way she looks at you, it's a mere stare with bright, supernova eyes and a candyfloss smile, but you fall in love again nonetheless.

So when her awkward hipbones dig into your own and her icy fingertips caress the nape of your neck, you laugh (all soft and happy) and kiss her with the sweetest of hesitancies, just because she's too thin and you love her for it.

Disclaimer: I don't own stuff.

I literally am so annoyed rn with this show and how they treat Regina (i think i'm going to explode omg)

But I still love it and I'll watch it til the bitter end of my sanity.

(and I love swan queen and the thought of Emma being all mushy and squishy and Regina taking care of her)