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Services for the late Regina Coralina Mills
The flock was in full throat by the time the mourners arrived. If you asked them, they'd probably say that they love to put their hands around said throat and squeeze. Especially one Ruby "Red" Lucas. She was an honorary pallbearer (the guys who called themselves Team Seven), and after the wake (and blessing out the flock after invading it), Rubes just wanted to reacquaint herself with her old friend Jack from Kentucky...
The night before at the Rabbit Hole
The Hole was the closest thing to nightlife there was in Storybrooke and, of all people, Regina was the one who actually opened it up (ostensibly to keep a certain wolfish deputy from roaming the wilds of Boston) Red was just at the "how's life been treating you" point with Jack (translation: 1/4 of the bottle was gone), when who would show up but Polly Nix, self-righteous daughter of even-more self righteous Tex Nix, leader of the obscenely Righteous Flock. Seems that Polly apparently has her own threesome with herself, the St. Pauli Girl, and her Old Grand Dad (ewww...that sounds...ewww..), when the parrott-esque redhead with the short do and the Annie Hall dress sat down. Next. To. Her.
At first the girl was rambling about the e-vils of ho-mo-sex-u-al-it-tee, and how tragic it was for some to struggle with such a sin. Oh the struggles that a person has to go through every single day, anytime an attractive person of the same gender would walk by, that person had to battle the demons within and not give in to the urges...the urges..the urge...
And at that point the Parrot was on the Wolf. Polly definitely needed kissing instructions and Red was not in the mood for teaching...at least her. The woman's tongue so far deep in her throat Red swore it was touching her liver. Her breath smelled like Kirk's Castile Soap, a taste quite familiar to her, considering her Granny washed her mouth out with it on regular occasions. her drool was thicker than 30w.
Maybe this is what they meant by reparative therapy.
The Services
The more red thought about it, the more she wanted to forget last night ever happened. And the more friends didn't I want to know what happened.
The day was sunny. The sky was clear. The scene with Storybrooke Park, set almost adjacent to the woods that surrounded the small town. Two rows of seats were set up, are red carpet lead between the rows up to the makeshift pulpit, with the glass coffin that contained the still body of Regina Mills.
It was nice of the flock allow the mourners, pretty much the entire town. Unfortunately, they were serenaded going in by badly performed gospel hymns, interspersed with call for all of them to visit Hell on a permanent basis.
Mr. Gold led the services, with kind, loving thoughts on the dearly departed. Maybe a couple of years later those thoughts would be been sarcastic, but a lot of things has changed since.
Then the parade of friends: Archie, Ella and Thomas, Kathryn, Peter Whale, Lance, Maggie...just about everyone who was everyone in the little town of Storybrooke came up and spoke, Judge Crow was extremely emotional as she spoke about the woman who, until a couple of years ago, was her only friend.
Then it was time for Emma to say "goodbye." With her mom, Snow by her side, wearing a simple black dress with pearls. Emma wore a black pantsuit, but also wore her trademark red jacket. Emma was extremely emotional as she recounted the day she and Regina met, their many battles, the day Emma started the curse to break. Several times she almost broke down.
After acknowledging her love for her Queen, she turned from the podium, walked to the casket. "Let me kiss you goodbye." It was a intense moment, a reason why Henry was at home, being babysat by Blue and Nova. Emma turned to Snow and looked at her, nervously. "True love's kiss..." was all Snow said.
Then Emma Swan kissed the lips of her true love.
The kiss was one fitting a final farewell. Her lips pressed her lover's. Emma's tears dropped on Regina's face. It took about 13 seconds. It seemed like a thousand life times.
Then Emma rose up, her mouth contorting with keeping with her weeping. Snow wept too, thinking of the wasted years she and the Queen fought, when they could have been friends, maybe more.
The Righteous Flock, led by the Nix's, were not moved by this tenderness. The screamed "GOD HATES QUEERS!" repeatedly, louder and with more fervor with every utterance of that rancid sentence. Red Lucas jumped up and screamed "SHUT UP YOU BASTARDS!" but Granny calmed her down and set her down in her seat as the xenophobic mob chanted their obscene chants.
All the while Emma and her young mother stared at the woman in the casket, expecting her to somehow raise up from the coffin.
Then...
A gasp. A cough.
And eyes that flung open almost like a jump.
For Snow White, it was deja vu. It was exactly how James awakened her from her induced slumber.
And now true love's kiss worked again. Emma Swan beamed at the sight. Regina Mills, awake, smiling.
She could not help it...the sheriff kissed the mayor again..more passionately this time. But while she wanted to return that kiss with even more force, Regina whispered, "Not now, Miss Swan..."
Then Regina heard the chants from the mob. "Oh, they are gonna deserve what's coming to them," the Queen whispered with almost an evil grin. A grin that was copied by her wife and her young mother in law. Then Snow White put her left hand behind her back and made a signal. Her husband James, Red and her Granny, Gold and his wife Belle, Mallie Crow, just everyone else saw it.
And as the flocks ugly chants grew louder and louder the could not see the Cheshire Cat grins spreading on the faces of the attendees of the "funeral."
They have no idea what's about to happen to'em.
To Be Continued.
Next...the fun starts.
