A.N. The song/lyrics mentioned in this chapter is from, Everything I do, I do it for you, by Bryan Adams ..
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"Luna!"
A deep voice bellows her name and cat like eyes snap open, wide and brimming with a shimmering trepidation as she stops her twirling. Just seconds before a hand lands swiftly along her shoulder, gripping it tight.
Her eyes glance up before they shadow to a yellow green hue as they catch a stormy gaze, an intense stare that makes her breath shiver.
"Father .. I .. " She stumbles over her words and she watches as he tilts his head, his gaze turning to a question as his sharp blue grey eyes bare into her soul.
Because she doesn't stammer. Not ever, but she is caught and her cheeks flush pink as she tentatively takes a step back and slides his touch away from her shoulder.
"Since when do you .. do you spy on me?" She crosses her arms in front of her chest and tilts her chin up, trying her best at an air of regality. She tries and fails as she watches her father pull his shoulder's back, standing tall and majestic while the jewels on his crown twinkle along with all the stars that litter the blackened sky behind them.
"Nice try, my moon." He wags his finger in her direction before he raises a palm up toward the still spinning moon that rests high up in the sky as he slowly curls his fingers into a fist and slams it down onto his other palm.
Thunder bellows loud and crisp; a deafening sound that crashes along the air waves before he swirls a hand high up over his head, beckoning a streak of lightning to flash.
He shuts the wide bay window right before sheets of rain pelt against the glass but not before he exhales a huge breath from his lungs and Luna narrows her eyes to those cat like slits of hers again as she watches a storm cloud snake itself around her dimming moon.
"God, father - " She quickly covers her mouth because she knows better than to speak his name in vain. She averts her gaze, gliding a toe across the seashell smooth carpet that covers the entire top labyrinth of their castle.
A castle that rests on the highest mountain as it looks down on all of heaven.
He clears his throat and she stares at the ocean blue carpet. She buries her toes into the soft fabric and she wishes she could immerse her entire self in them. Hide away from her father's angry glare and his voice that is riddled with disappointment.
"Please tell me, I have heard wrong, Luna. That you and your brother have not .. that Michael is wrong."
"I can't do that, Father. I'm sorry." She glances up, quickly meeting his hard stare before looking down again, staring at her hidden toes as she wiggles them against the plush fibers. She wishes Michael was wrong, but he never is. He's an Angel after all. And Angels aren't capable of .. well, not anymore they aren't anyway, she thinks as her thoughts run to Gabe and then to Cas. And their fall from grace, clipped wings and all. She misses them and then she gulps because if Father's wrath was capable of that then surely, what her and her brother did? Well, who knows what they are now in for.
She gulps again and slowly brings her head up to meet his gaze.
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It rains in Storybrooke while it snows in the UnderWorld. That's how it goes. An upside down mirror if there ever was one. Hades waves a hand and his eyes glow a sapphire blue against the flicker of flames that lick inside the fireplace. His brother is mad about something, he thinks as he paces around his damp and musty cave. He wonders which kid pissed him off this time. His brother has so many children really and Hades never did understand how the all mighty God keeps it all straight in his head. He chuckles to himself, as he goes through certain names like an eenie, meenie, miney, moe game. He lashes across Hercules and he feels his cold blood begin to boil. A heat rushes through him as he zaps a hole clear through one of the walls.
Damn it.
He quickly waves his hand and the hole instantly closes up. Fresh as a daisy. He smirks and then collapses on his make shift throne. He feels himself pout, as he buries his chin into his hand. No, it wouldn't be the ever annoying perfect Zeus or his son, Hercules. Or Michael. The most trusted of Gods. The most trusted of Angels. His thoughts are consumed with his old hunting grounds, to the place he used to call home until he was shoveled down into this dive bar from Hell.
Destined to spend all of eternity, here. Lording over this realm's UnderWorld. His pout turns into an all out pity party across his features as he can't help but yell out loud for the one millionth time, "So, I tried to kill Hercules! And take over Heaven .. so?! Everyone has a little bit of villain in them, Brother! Even you! Oh, all mighty one! Ha, take that, you imbecile!" He shakes his fist toward the ceiling. He knows his brother can hear him, if he so chooses.
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"Shut up, Hades, you Heathen." He mumbles to himself before his attention goes back to his daughter's.
"How could you, Luna? Why?" His voice is soft, questioning and Luna feels her heart crumple a little inside her chest.
"I just wanted to help." It's her turn to mumble, her voice quiet and soft. And she sounds like a little girl again, he thinks as he stares at his fully grown daughter.
Her brother ducks into the room and he gulps as he watches his fathers eyes turn to steel when they meet his own.
"We both just wanted to help .. the Savior, she - " The young man snaps his mouth shut as he watches his father raise a palm to warrant silence.
"Was not to be used in matters outside her world. Sol, my son, what you did .. what the both of you did is .. unthinkable. Unspeakable!"
"Father, please - " He tries again but the firm and steady hand is raised higher now.
"You messed with humans. We do not meddle in - "
"Angels do! Miracles happen all the time!" She can't help but shriek out these thoughts as they barrel up and out of her mouth like a volcano erupting.
"Not all the time. Miracles are special. Rare. And you didn't provide a miracle, Luna. You two .. manipulated."
All three of them wince at that word before he continues, "How in the heavens am I supposed to fix what you two did?"
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The wind whips into the room and she feels Regina shiver against her before she curls herself deeper into Emma's side.
Emma had been watching her sleep, kissing a fingertip every once in a while as Regina's breaths grew deeper. She slips out from the bed slowly, not wanting to stir Regina awake just yet as she pads barefoot across the room and shuts the windows that litter two walls of the corner laced room. She kneels down in front of the fireplace and waves her hand, eyes sparkling blue green as the flames begin to dance before her.
Eleven years ago .. Storybrooke, Maine
"Emma, what are you doing? It's freezing out here."
"Hmm .. just watching the moon."
"Oh, is it dancing or something?" She chuckles and you feel your heart pitter patter inside your chest. Cause it's her sexy deep rooted laugh. Her racy laugh that can make your knees quiver. You turn and flash her your all knowing smile because you know what she is doing. Trying to entice you inside.
She huffs and rolls her eyes again before she reaches out her hand, beckoning you to come into the house. "You'll catch your death out here." She wiggles her fingers and you tug her forward.
"Emma!"
You magic a fire, a few feet away from the two of you and it's instantly warm as you wrap your arms around her and pull her close. She hums against your lips as you kiss her deeply. And you feel the warmth all the way to your toes and the tips of your fingertips as you begin to sway with her. Dancing to a song from your ipod that you magicked to play around the two of you while the moon and the stars, the entire night sky becomes your audience as you both giggle and twirl.
It's almost a New Year .. and you've been together for almost eight months. Eight months since the banishment of the Darkness and the Prophecy book came to life. You want to marry her. You have a feeling like with everything else that happens between the two of you, that talking about it, proposing, it will happen when it's supposed to .. so you don't worry. You don't overthink. You are still. Still and sure inside Regina's arms. Always.
A new song begins to play on your magical Ipod shuffle and you dip her low as she laughs. It's her content and care free laugh. Light and soulful. And it's one of your favorite sounds in the entire world now.
You don't know how you lived a day without it before. A day without her really. She tugs the collar of your coat, pulling you close as a heart swelling melody washes around the two of you.
You clasp her hand in yours, as you pull her close against you with your other hand, letting it rest along the small of her back. You nuzzle her cheek and you hear her sigh, softly .. her, 'I love you, sigh' as she kisses below your ear. You hold her tighter and sing a few of the lyrics gently into the warmth of her neck as a light snow begins to fall around you.
" You know it's true .. everything I do .. I do it for you .. "
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Emma wipes a few tears away from under her eyes as she slowly stands up and makes her way back to her slumbering wife. She glances out the window as she passes by and her eyes widen at the accumulation that has already fallen. She can't see the make believe moon anymore, a cloud is silencing its light but the street lamp shines enough so she can see the heavy band of snow still coming down strong. She grabs a feathered down comforter from the closet shelf and slips in beside Regina again; covering her in the process.
The memory of their one and only winter together in Storybrooke still plays like a movie inside her head as she closes her eyes and drifts asleep; dreaming of Regina and snowflake laced dances by a magical fire's midnight glow.
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Both of his children look down at the floor. At a loss for words apparently, he thinks as he mumbles to himself. He calls them children in his head but they are fully grown and have been for quite some time. But being eternal can mess with you. Faces no longer age. Bodies stay stunted. And sometimes it's hard to distinguish everything that comes with trying to run an entire Universe. To keep tabs on all the checks and balances. So, he delegates but it's not like he gets vacation time or a weekend to go play golf. He isn't human, sure he created humans but he isn't one of them and he doesn't understand the vast obsession all of his children seem to have with Earth and the human race.
The grass is certainly not greener there and yet all of his children, from Angels down to the cherubs .. they all want a glimpse of it. A taste. Some want to rule it. Like Lucifer. And Hades? Well, he wants a piece of that all elusive diamond inside the sky too. The Heathen!
"Father .. we granted a wish. For the Queen and The Savior." Luna whispers their titles and he sees the awe in her eyes. Hears it in her voice. He knows Luna, his Moon, has had an eye on those two for years. His son too. Sol. His fiery Sun. The Sun and the Moon. Michael had said he didn't think they were ready to take on the responsibility that comes with bearing those titles but he had faith in them. Faith and Trust. He was foolish.
He sighs .. a heavy breath escaping past his lips as he hunches his shoulders in defeat. "It was a wish you had no right to grant. You aren't Genies inside a lamp. You aren't Angels granting a Miracle. You don't get to play life and death. That's not what your titles entail. You knew that. Don't play coy. You knew your limits. You abused your power you hold inside this Universe. You twisted someone's Fate, for your will."
"But they are the ones who realigned Fate, Father. Who put order back inside our Universe. Surely, that should have been rewarded." She can't help but exclaim with determined eyes.
"Luna, why is the Savior in the UnderWorld? How was that granting her wish?"
Sol takes a step forward and Luna rolls her eyes at her twin brother. She doesn't need him protecting her. She can handle herself. She's been doing it for .. well, forever, really.
"She didn't go to the light. We don't know what happened. She was supposed to go to the light." He explains with a shrug.
Luna fidgets and Sol catches it from the corner of his eye. He snaps his head in her direction and his brown eyes blaze a sandy dune red. "What did you do?"
She fumbles with her fingers, pulling on her golden sash as she quickly runs a few fingers through her auburn hair. "I .. well, Hades needs to go. Permanently." She emphasizes the last word as her cat like eyes bear into her brothers and then steal a quick glance up at her towering father. "He seriously does. You know this, we all know it. So, why not let the Savior work her magic and then, she can .. be whatever she wants to be up here. An Angel, heck, even a God. She deserves it."
Sol's mouth opens and closes and then he quickly feels his sister's forehead. "Nope, you're not sick .. just delusional."
"Knock it off. I am of sane mind." Her brother scoffs and mumbles under his breath and she can't bear to meet her father's gaze. She gulps and feels herself shrink underneath his continued scrutiny.
"You are swooning over this woman like she is .. is .. "
"Father, I believe the word you are looking for is Rock Star .. or maybe even a more general approach, Celebrity." Sol grimaces and shudders against that word and all it entails.
"Look, none of us can touch him, he's in the UnderWorld, so someone had to infiltrate - "
"We aren't the Navy Seals, Luna!" Sol shrieks and he sounds like a six year old again as his eyes grow wide.
"That Heathen needs to be stopped and Emma can do it! She and Regina -"
"Oh, it's Emma and Regina now?" He rolls his eyes and points a finger at her, "You tricked me. And that is not cool, Luna."
"Enough! The two of you! Just enough!" Cold grey eyes lock onto theirs and they both look away.
"At least, you have the decency to look shameful." He wags a finger in his daughter's direction, "You and I are going to have a chat. Soon. Until then, you are not to leave this room. And you .. " He glances at his son, "You are not to leave your chambers as well."
"But Father .. we have .. our duties, the Sun and - "
"Oh, that ship has sailed, my boy. It is but a mere distant spot on the horizon for you. And you!" He glares at Luna before he spins around and walks out; slamming the heavy door behind him.
"Why does this place even have doors? He sees everything!" She kicks her stuffed moon and watches as it goes flying into the corner of the room.
"You are a piece of work and not the majestic kind!" Sol sneers. The door gets slammed shut for a second time as she jumps against the noise.
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