Just a bit of missing year feels.
Title: The Sun
Pairing: Outlaw Queen. Regal Believer with mentions of Dimples Queen and Snow Queen.
Summary: The missing year. Even the Sun cannot be contained by the darkness.
Words: 630
Rating: K
She is engulfed in darkness. Captured and trapped, unable to free herself from her sealed fate. She fights and claws her way through but she knows it's all for naught.
She is doomed.
Darkness cannot see light.
Villains cannot have their happy endings.
Her son was her only light and he is lost to her.
Forever.
In the other land, he knows nothing of her. Nothing of the woman who raised him. Nothing of the woman who taught him his first words and witness his first steps. Nothing of the woman who held him close to her chest as she soothes him from his nightmares. Nothing of the woman who spend many a day juggling her duties as a mayor while keeping an eye on her toddler. Nothing of her. He knows of the memories they shared, but they are not of her.
Darkness no longer looms over her, it encompasses her. She can no longer breathe. Her heart clenches and her light is gone. Where can she go now? The efforts she put in redeeming herself and escaping the darkness has resulted in nothing but an empty hole within her. The dark void that can never be filled. Not without her son. She knows and yet she wonders - will there ever be an end to her darkness?
She is like the sun, especially when she smiles, when her face is beaming and radiant. Her smile is elusive and rare, not something you would happen to stumble upon everyday, particularly to him, but he soon discovers they are not as uncommon whenever his son is near. Who knew an evil queen will have such a soft spot for children? No, not evil. Not even when she's fuming with a glare on her face and a fireball in her hand, her emotions burning like the surface of the sun, boiling underneath, threatening to erupt. She burns.
She is glaring, in more ways than one. The way she dresses, the way she struts, the way she moves her hips, she demands attention. She exudes elegance. The air around him changes whenever she is near. Her quick comebacks and nasty retorts are cold in contact but he sees past the exterior to the passion burning inside.
There were days when he sees the light in her dimming. No, not dimming. Flickering perhaps. Days when she closes herself and hides. But it never fails to push through, especially at the mention of her son. Henry, he remembers. He also remembers the way she whispers his name, soft and tender, like a prayer. She cradles the memory of her son, gently and possessively, as if any sudden movements would cause it to slip away and be lost to her forever. The light in her eyes dances as she reminisces of her boy, usually as her arm wraps around her middle. That same light shines brighter when she vows through clenched teeth that the Wicked Witch will not lay hands on Snow White's baby. He wonders when she would realize that no matter how hard she tries - her light will shine through the stoic mask she sets in place.
Even the darkness cannot contain the sun.
Little John warns him that she is dangerous, untouchable even. Yet everything she does, everything she is, lures him nearer. He can't keep himself away even when everything in him screams that if you stand too close to the sun, you will get singed. He thinks perhaps, he is already consumed by her fire, an uncontrollable need to have her near. Perhaps his eyes has been made blind after staring at the sun for far too long. If being close to her means risking everything and be burnt, he thinks it might be a lovely way to die.
End.
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