last day, fave polyamorous relationship; doq.

Silver

"We really wore her out," Mal observes lazily, as she watches Regina sleep next to them. Robin has covered her with a blanket, then pulled Mal against him, his back against the headboard, her head against his chest. He's kneading her forearm with his fingers, an easy rhythm that has got her sleepy and relaxed.

"You two are amazing, I'll never get tired of you," he replies, with a whisper. "But it's understandable, she's had an hard week."

"She's had an hard life," Mal says, and he supposed she is right, but he can't help but feel a pang of sadness at that. "Sometimes… I just wanted to fly away with her and never go back."

"What stopped you?" he asks, curious.

"Revenge," Mal clicks her tongue, stirs her muscles, pillowing herself better against him. "Mine, hers, both of our revenges were full of hatred and fire and pain. I wonder how you ended up with us."

He's about to laugh, when she lifts her eyes and captures his with the depth of her gaze. She's serious.

"I'm in love with you," he answers, easily enough. "Both of you. You know that," he supplies. "If you love someone, you look past their mistakes, their darkness. I feel like I want you two not to suffer anymore. Ever."

Mal smiles – of that smile he loves so much, and he presses a kiss on the top of her head. She turns again, they both watch the rise and fall of Regina's deep breaths in silence.

"She missed you, you know," she murmurs. "When you were gone, and when you were…"

"…dead?"

It still hurts, that his Regina has had to suffer through that. Mal nods. "I… didn't know what to do. For her. Sometimes."

"She missed you too," he tells her. "When we were away, after I met her. She'd search on books about dragons, and I didn't know, she didn't want to tell me. Didn't even trust me enough to pick up herbs for her potions, let alone to tell me about her dragon girlfriend," he laughs softly.

"She was feeling guilty," Mal says, her hand now intertwining with his fingers.

"She feels guilty for many things. As everyone does, love," he answers. "It's in the past now, it can't hurt anyone anymore."

"True," she breathes. "It doesn't matter. It worked out, in the end."

A rush of love springs up in his chest, ferocious, improvise, for these two women who have dared to love again, despite having been hurt many times. His lips fall again on her hair, he presses on as he tightens his hold on her hand. In that moment, Regina moves slightly, curling on her side, her hand hiding under the pillow.

"Let's go sleep, my darling," he whispers to Mal, moving her gently as they slide down under the covers. They curl up too, under the duvet, light blue as a cloud, as the silver moon rays enter from the window.

Mal is in the middle, she's facing Regina as she closes her eyes. Robin looks at them one moment, reveling in seeing them so peaceful. "I love you both," he whispers, and smiles when he hears a half-asleep Regina answer.

I love you more.