Day 7, February 10th is Superhero;
And… we reach the end.
Thanks to the two amazing people that are behind the scenes, keeping all working so we can have our week. It's a rather demanding work when you start working on it so… yup; thank you both.
"No! Wait!" Emma rose her hands, muscles straining as she was propelled into the air as she had done close to a dozen of times already. The pull took her breath away as she tried hard not to look down, eyes focused in what she knew would be her character's nemesis in post-production. Muscles straining as kept the pose and tresses tickling her cheekbones enough for her to think on the make-up she felt they had covered her in, the blonde swallowed her nerves down and tried to keep the swirl on the back of her brain to a minimum while her stomach reminded her how little she had eaten that day.
Which, she thought moments before the scene was over, the wires stopping and a flurry of movement coming closer to her as her back muscles protested, she needed to fix as soon as possible.
"I think this was it." The broad smile of the director made her smile as well before she winced, the wires being quickly dismounted by the dutiful crew as cameras returned to the original position they had started from. "Last one was just what we wanted Emma."
The blonde could feel her shoulder's sag; the look on her face telling enough for the man to gruffly turn towards his assistant, leaving her to the mess that was the wires and contraptions that would later on help to create the effect that she was flying through the air. As hungry as the blonde felt she realized that she would need a while before she was free to go to the small corner she had taken for herself whenever she was between scenes. As crowded as the place tended to get that small corner was hers and hers alone and so she dreamt of it while she started the long process of getting out of the gear and make up that hid herself from the cameras.
It was an insane amount of time later that she dragged herself across the studio, boots hitting the pavement while trying not to tumble over thin air, her eyes blinking slowly, almost sheepish as she remembered that the following day would start in an almost a similar fashion that the one she had just finished far too late had done. Which, she thought wearily, right hand on her pocket, fishing out the phone she had almost forgotten next to the scenario, left hand pushing open the door of the small place she had found one day while all of the ones involved feigned the star of the film wasn't snooping around, would already be enough of a bother if it wasn't because…
A silhouette she recognized instantly separated itself from the darkest corner of the place she was now standing in, legs slightly apart in the heroic pose she had been asked and repeated to take time and time again. Her sleep-addled brain, however, didn't react until Regina's lips broke into a smile while she approached her, the power suit she wore feeling slightly out of place in front of her own clothes, the costume glinting on the dim light.
"How's my favorite Marvel girl?
The bite on the words, the way Regina smirked at her before reaching for a kiss, made Emma finally answer, grapping her arms around the older woman's waist as she focused on her face and Regina's own tales. Fatigue was written on the way her eyes were slightly closed, make-up smeared at some points and wrinkled on the otherwise impeccable button-down were enough for Emma to answer the kiss with one of her own. Or try to. Lips gliding against Regina's as the older woman took a step backwards, Emma watched powerless as the other woman stared at her, at the costume that Emma had only to start feel comfortable with.
"Tired." Her answer was succinct but followed by a tired, slanted smile that was quickly answered with Regina's as she -finally- got her real kiss. "I thought I wasn't going to see you until Friday."
Shrugging, Regina tilted her head, arms wrapped around Emma's, the warmth of her body radiating off her in ways that made the blonde want to yawn, relaxed as she felt.
"I was able to close the deal before I thought I'd be." The answer wasn't explicit enough but Emma, tired and happy, let her brain relax, kissing her fiancée one more time before whispering an "I love you" that was answered with Regina's own mixed with a soft chuckle that floated between them before Emma swallowed it with yet another kiss.
And for swen; I don't have a lot to say; I wrote the fifth chapter of the week with the cancelation in mind and I think it's obvious how much I adore SwanQueen so I'll only say:
Viva La SwanQueen. OUAT may be over but we are not.
