You hate her so much, it sometimes feels as though you love her.
You hate the way she walks - the proud set of her strong shoulders, the pendulum sway of sinful hips, the ease at which she flows from one movement to the next (and the sheer sensuality of her stride leaves you breathless and flushed, but you hate that even more than her damn walk). You also abhor the way she speaks, all smooth velvet and liquid sex blended together to create a melodic trill that makes you're body heat up in a very dangerous manner, until it feels as though you're about to explode like some stupid volcano whose lava is made up of the bad feelings that bubble beneath your skin whenever you're around her (or when you think of her or when she's mentioned or at night when it's just you and you're own dark thoughts that usually involve having her fuck you within an inch of your life and then make love to you until you can't see straight anymore and it's all very confusing, really, and you hate more that anything feeling confused so you hate her too).
If there's something that you seriously hate, it's the way that she looks at Henry. She looks at him with this expression on her face, almost as if she just can't believe (not even for one tiny second) that he was hers and she was his (and you cried when you first figured this out and now every time you see that look of complete and utter love marring her beautifully awful features you can't help but cry out "hey hey, look at me! Look at me like that! Regina! Look!" which disgusts you so much that you hate her for making you feel something like that - like need - and it's all you can do to not punch it off of her wonderfully terrible face).
Speaking of faces, those lips that she has make you irrationally annoyed; they stretch into sneers and smirks, and soften into irresistible little smiles, all the while letting slip past sharp words that have a habit of bruising you (but you guess you're a masochist since you keep on coming back for more, never once thinking 'this is the last time' - always bouncing back from her barbs like a hyper active Tigger).
You guess you also hate the way she never says your name - it's always "Miss Swan" this and "Sheriff Swan" that. It's stupid.
She's stupid.
Hating her is stupid.
Loving her is stupid.
You're stupid.
Everything is stupid.
(You find yourself thinking this when she is staring at you from across Main Street, wearing an expression that spawns butterflies in your tummy and simultaneously makes you want to barf and giggle - garf? biggle? - and then scream very loudly in her face that you hate her everything so much that you are forced to love it so much and would you please stop staring at me Regina I didn't ask for this thank you very much it's all you're fault oh my God I hate you so much go away wait no don't come back here and kiss me I love you)
Disclaimer: oh wow look I don't own stuff.
I've given up on everything so have a rambling dribble drabble starring a babbling Emma and her muddled up thoughts.
(i really don't like this one bit but i wanted to post something tonight so yeah here you go)
(and thanks for your lovely reviews i don't know how to respond to them so yeah thank)