She snatches his chin, so fast, grabbing it in her opened fist, tendons flexed and claws bared, Henry barely had time to react.
She practically brings her face to his, arching his spine in an arkward position, bareing her teeth in a feral manner, his neck choked toward the ceiling as she climbs to her knees, slowly-carefully-stragically placing herself to tower over him, eyes seemingly boiling his own, her breath mixing with his every inhale. The only thing that was missing were the eleborate clothes of old world, perhaps even the heavy maquillage. But it was no matter.
Her Majesty must have noticed his mother emerge and drug her back.
He wants to reach out again...needs to rescue her, somehow, from herself. It's dawning now, just how destructive she can be when the Evil Queen wills it.
To witness it before him-to watch it happen absolutely destroys him, indeed.
He wants to reach out, but the most he's able is clutch at her forearm. The one that's connected to the hand currently framing his jaw with nails digging into his skin...gazing directly back into the mask of a real and very deadly killer.
"You disgust me..." she hisses. Like a cat, like a snake, like an animal, he doesn't know anymore. If it weren't for the lighting, or lack thereof, he could even swear to have seen extracting fangs.
Even so, in the shadows of the master bath, Regina, his mother, is no longer here. In fact, if he were to ask and if he thought she would answer, she probably doesn't know where she is.
And now, for the first time in his life...he isn't sure whose to blame the true villain of the piece.
tbc...
