Our Promise

by ferranj

Everything that should have happened from 4x13. Regina transforms August back into a man and protects him from witches. A difficult love story binds between them until season 7. (This follows a bit of The August trip, my previous story) NA: I'm French but I wanted to make an English version to have more readers, so it might be possible that there are mistakes

5. Sympathie for DeVil

On the side of the vilains, they couldn't think of any more ideas. Without Pinocchio, they were lost, but Rumple attempted a counterpart. "Give Pinocchio, otherwise Cruella will kill Henry". Emma preferred not to tell Regina about it. Cruella had captured Henry. Emma managed to find him and in a leap of anger she knocked Cruella down. Rumple had succeeded in the first step, he had managed to make Emma's heart a little dark.

Maleficent, meanwhile, knew her happy ending was to find her lost daughter. Rumple agreed to show her where she was and she was fine in our world. And Emma knew her, she was her old friend Lily. The savior and the witch left to find Lily.

Emma told Regina that Rumple was alone on this one so August was free.

Meanwhile, when Regina woke up to hear August in the shower, she was curious to find out what he had written. On the other hand, reading the page, she felt totally lost.

Ideal Feminine - Regina Mills

Hang me if I haven't dreamed

I wonder if I haven't found

Love in passing

The one who drives the wisest mad

So much youth of grace and beauty

So much tenderness, so much serenity

I would have preferred to fight for real wealth

I will have sacrificed everything for three cents of tenderness

I was missing love and love is mine

Ever since that girl crossed my path

The mere fact of existing makes it incomparable

Just being there makes her more desirable

Than a thousand naked girls in a thousand crazy dreams

I don't know what she's like and yet her image is clear

She is as gracious as only romantic girls can be

In profile she is like thos virgins of mythology

I could tell of her hands, of her eyes

I could go on and on until the next sunrise

Her love is my life, but what good is a dream ?

Is she a wicked girl? Or born to royalty?

Her pedigree means nothing because I am an artist,

And Love is the sole authority

She had never read anything so beautiful. No one would had the audacity to write her something like that. But he sure didn't want her to find it. However, just the fact that he thought all this about her made her very nervous.

She would find it hard to look him in the face.