"Are you cold?" an outlawqueen drabble. I posted this on my twitter and thought i would post it here too. Inspired by Lana's answer to a question at OUATNJ.

She had spent a few days gathering together what she needed for the spell. Not because she didn't have all of the ingredients, but because she needed to find the courage to go through with it, too.

It's quiet when she goes there, to the cemetery. There's a soft whispering of the breeze beneath the autumn leaves and not a person in sight. Yet.

She pulls her scarf closer and wraps her coat around herself a little tighter before she dips her fingers into her pocket and pulls free a small vile. Five minutes. That's all she will have and she will make use of every second.

The cork pops off, the fluid slips out, littering Robin's grave with a purple glow. She waits and nothing happens.

She's checked the spell a thousand times over. She can't have messed up, she's done this before, she's—"Regina."

And there's his voice, as soft as butter, as warm as toasted marshmallow and she has to stop herself from crying the moment she looks up to see him. Standing there, with a smile on his face.

"Robin," she greets, stepping towards him until she realises that she cannot touch him and halts just before his hologram. "Are you okay?" she whispers through a sob.

"Are you?" he returns. Because of course he's not okay, and of course he's putting her concerns before his.

Regina shakes her head. "No. I'm not alright," she confesses, "I'm alone. With you gone, Roland gone, Henry gone, I have no one."

He sighs, a pained sort of expression glittering across his features. "Regina I meant what I said."

But he's said a lot of things. So many beautiful things. So she asks, "What?"

Robin smiles. "I will always be with you," he whispers, shaking his head, "I know I can't be there physically but I can see you. I watch over you. I am there beside you even when you don't know it."

"But that's not good enough," she cries, and the first tear escapes her. She sounds selfish, she knows she does, but this isn't what she wanted. This is exactly what she would have done anything to prevent. "I want you here. I want your arms, your kisses, your words."

The image flickers as Robin's lips fall to a frown. "I know my love. But I don't regret this decision. You have so much to offer to this world Regina. It's why I gave my life for you."

The brunettes sighs, toes a few leaves out of the way with the tip of her boot before looking back up at her soulmate. "Right now I just feel lost."

He smiles kindly, and as he reaches his hand out to her face she can almost feel his touch against her skin. "Then go and find something to live for."

"But I—" She shivers suddenly as a cold breeze curls around her neck and travels down her spine.

"Are you cold?" he asks, and she laughs bitterly, pulls her coat a little tighter around herself.

"Are you?" she returns, "Can you—?"

"Feel?" he cuts in, and his heart wrenching grin is back as he adds, "Yes. I can. Just not fully. It's difficult to explain."

"Then don't," she replies, smiling as she recalls their conversation at granny's. He's using her lines, and he's smirking because of it.