So this is a story about Regina and Robin and their journey towards each other, with lots of sass and charming sparring between the two lovebirds. Other characters will make appearances too have no fear, but R/R are the main focus. Reviews always welcome!
In all honesty I was glad to be home. Although, how glad my homeland would be for my return was yet to be determined, however I suspect a less than warm welcome.
Nonetheless the crisp clean forest air and the snapping of twig and leaf underfoot gave me the most sweeping wave of nostalgia I'd ever felt.
The only feeling strong enough to mask my hi/lo emotional limbo in coming home was the crushing ache I felt in her heart when remembering that Henry wouldn't be there to share in my wonder at returning to my much beloved Enchanted Forest.
Much to my chagrin I was snapped out of my reverie by the jibbering and jabbering of Snow and Charming and really pretty much everybody else. Why must every single thing that happens to them have to happen with so much dramatic flare.
Although, I guess I shouldn't really be talking, but hey, it's my mind, I can think however I want to about this rather pathetic group of rag tag hero-y types. The exception always being Hook who surprisingly had become a rather good friend.
Although it looked like he headed out as soon as he could, which reminded me that away was exactly where I should be headed as well, that was when the two naive little royals approached me.
"So I assume you two already have a plan of action?" I release reticently. I don't really care about their plan because all I want to do at this point is get to the thief's little camp and curl up in a ball and stay like that for the foreseeable future.
They give me a knowing look and Snow replies in her oh so delicate way " We're going to go with Robin and we're going to regroup and gather everyone together and we're going to figure this out together, and I hope you'll be apart of that, we could use your help." she tries to gage my reaction.
I sigh, she has always had such faith in me, faith that I never deserve, I don't really know if I should feel flattered or disgusted, but at this point my mind is still on Henry and therefore too far gone to focus legitimately on anything else seriously.
"Well I guess I'll give it a go, but purely out of lack of any other plan and or reason to believe we could do this otherwise"
I retort tartly, I really couldn't give less of a care as to what they do or what I do, I'll really just go along with anything as long as I'm not making the plans , as long as it's not me who has to be making the decisions right now.
I don't have room in myself to think of anything else except for my own grief, and yes that may be selfish, but I really couldn't give less of a shit at this point. I am defeated. I have nothing left. Shit that's depressing, even for me.
The days seem to blur together now, and I'm okay with that, anything to make time seem to go faster, although for some reason it feels like I've been here for years already and I know rationally it's only been a few days.
This is going to be torture, my true penance for all the bad things I've ever done, this is it. All we do is walk lately. I know we're walking to my castle, but it just seems like an endless and pointless journey right now.
God I miss cars, what I wouldn't give for some vehicular transport right now, or a latte for that matter, the two things I miss most about the other world are coffee and warm cars, and showers and ketchup and grocery stores.
Okay I lied, more than two… geeze I really took for granted that other world of mine. But there are some things to be said about my old home. I just can't really come to phrase them in nostalgic way right now.
Although, I'm sure as I forget about Storybrooke I'll become more at home here again, but I can't help but think how futile that will be when all my memories of Storybrooke are linked with Henry, and I will fight my whole entire life to never forget a single thing about my boy.
Today is the first day in a really long time that doesn't feel as heavy as the rest. I still miss Henry, I still feel like I've ripped my heart out a thousand times, but today is the first time since Snow convinced me to keep my heart inside my chest that I don't regret it.
I get up like always do and go to the centre of the camp where Snow and Charming will no doubt be concocting the latest plan to gather information about the mysterious castle hijacker.
I strut as confidently as I can to the breakfast table where Robin and his crew have actually rather hospitably been feeding us for the past days. I reach for an apple I see under a pile of bread when my prize is snatched from me by a rather tiny hand.
"Beat'cha" he grins proudly.
I grin in spite of myself at the tenacity and audacity that this tiny person has.
The feeling quickly turns itself over to remembering Henry and how he would've probably done the exact same thing.
"And just who do you think you are, young man?" I grumble in the least sinister way I can manage this early in the morning.
"R-r-r-roland, your majesty" he squeaks, a look of sheer terror crosses his scruffy face.
I almost giggle, almost. And I am interrupted by another who picks the bread right off my plate.
"Don't you know it's rude to eat other people's food son?" he reprimands lightly to his small son with a rather shit eating grin about his sly, admittedly "cute" face as Snow had put it.
"You would know wouldn't you" I shoot back at him. His grins widens and he gives me a curt bow.
"Good morning your majesty, your pleasantry astounds me as always, how lovely to meet here this fine and beautiful morning" he mocks as he picks Roland up and lifts him to his shoulders.
I suppress my own smirk and quickly turn away from the scoundrel. In his dreams. I make my way over to Snow and Charming, trying not to think about how attractive his smile was, or how soft his lips looked.
Shit… I was not expecting that.
