Hey all, just a slight song fic...enjoy. New chapter coming soon with Jade in Storybrooke life...Please...review!
From the large entrance way to the main room, she stood there seeing he was spinning at his wheel. She marched over to the large dining room table, to obtain the tray for her morning tea.
Before he could turn around to confirm her presence he felt, she was gone. Confusion ran though his mind. "Didn't I just hear her…what in hell?" Absentmindedly, he went back to spinning.
Then he heard footsteps again, getting closer, stopping when he felt echoes next to him. Footsteps trailing with the clinking of 2 porcelain cups clattering to a silver tray.
"The woman runs though forests in heels…yet she can't balance two cups on a tray…the irony," he thought.
He craned his head slightly to the left, watching her set his tea down at his feet, by the leg of his stool. In the middle of her rising back up from bending down, she met his gaze.
Remembering the pact with herself, she bent down, tenderly cupping his chin with her hand, then leaning in to lock her lips with his, giving him a sweet, subtle kiss.
I've been looking for something sacred
Running away from the light
Gotta burn all the bridges in my head
That lead me away from my life
I question my own existence
Question the meaning of life
Her voice came back into her mind…the good one, screaming at her to stop. As usual, her curse overpowered her conscience, giving her a enjoyable fulfillment of a feeling…love perhaps? She removed her mouth from his, looking at him. He stared at her with shock. He wasn't expecting the woman who dominated him, beat him, having carnal interactions so aggressively with him the last night, to give him this kind of affection.
It takes horns to hold up my halo
And strength to get through the fight
Now I'm playing my cards on the table
Praying everything will be alright
I question my own existence
Question the meaning of life
"Good Morning," was all she could manage to say, as she sat on her bench in front of her wheel.
As she ran her string through the right places, she spoke, so concentrated on her task.
"I noticed your eyes are a golden hue, yet there so dark at other times…is there a reason for that," she asked.
He began to speak, fiddling with his string as well.
"At other times, there dark. But it's when I'm happy, I find them very light. A seldom thing I experience. Why? Are they like that now?"
"Yes," she answered, still arranging her string. He sighed realizing what he was about to say. He hated saying anything relevant to letting his guard down.
"I believe it's from your kiss then, that makes me…happy," he confessed. Jade hated to admit it, but realizing something so small from her could make this wretched monster so happy…made her heart break. She felt her theory wasn't provoked by the curse, it was her own mind creating those thoughts. Still, she was in denial.
"It has to be the curse, it has to be the curse."
She continued spinning, trying to get her out of this trance he seemed to trap her in, using his words.
He noticed her slaving away at her wheel, appearing to have a hell of a good time.
"You seem to really enjoy doing that," he mentioned, speaking off the wheel.
"It helps me forget," she replied.
"Forget what," he asked. From her peripheral vision, she saw him looking at her, waiting for an answer. She ceased her habit and looked at him. Hoping he could see the answers that lay in her eyes.
The hardest ones to love
Are the ones that need it the most
The hardest ones to love
Are the ones that need it most….