Do you ever have a problem where you just don’t know how to reply to an argument, not because you don’t know the answer, but you just don’t know where to begin? Like, the foundation of knowledge you’d need to impart to this person before you could even begin to drag them out of their sinkhole of ignorance would cost thousands of dollars if it were coming from a university?
Note: The bits are not related unless explicitly stated.
The ways of The Force
"I need my heart back."
The hooded thief stopped on his tracks and turned around to the sound of those words, perfectly uttered by plump, dead serious lips.
"Regina." Robin spoke, a manly smirk gracing his features, going straight into flirt-mode. The woman saw it coming a mile away but opted to ignore it.
"I haven’t got time for games, Robin. Give me my heart back. It’s a pressing matter."
The man recoiled a few steps, looking at the former Queen suspiciously and crossing his arms over his chest.
"And what may this pressing matter be, that I should return your heart although the Wicked Witch, ding dong… isn’t dead? How do I know you’re really Mrs. Mills and not her very wicked sister in a certainly wicked disguise? This answer may better be a good one.”
Really? Did he want a password too? At that moment, a string of words echoed through her mind.
My super power may not be perfect. But with you, Regina, I always know when you’re lying. This time you’re not. You didn’t do it.
He was getting on her nerves.
"Robin, I nearly killed Emma Swan today. " His eyes bulged out of their sockets as he heard that. "Not willingly, but by acting fearlessly. I believed she had it in her so I just pushed and… I would never had let her fall in any case, but… It was dangerous. I can’t afford to risk her like that again." Regina was in obvious distress as she somberly recounted the facts. He could sense it, so decided to cut to the chase and return the organ.
"Come. I buried it this way."
Let it rain over me
"Sooner or later, your heart will find its way to happiness."
As she stood by the window watching the rain fall down on her apple tree, Regina pondered Snow’s parting words on her mind. After everything she had endured, after every good and bad deed that didn’t go unpunished, she had to wonder if she ever would truly find something akin to happiness. What if Robin was her only chance at true love and she had blown it by running away eons ago? If he was her soulmate back then, did he remain it now, with all the water that had come to pass under the bridge, not only between them but… with everyone?
How could you know this kind of thing?
A knock on the door took the former Evil Queen away from her thoughts. She quickly dried a lonely tear with the back of her hand, put her mask of composure and poise back on and walked to the door to open it.
Green eyes under golden locks awaited her.
I’d watch out for the apples in this houseEmma -am I funny yet - Swan (via swanqueen-trueloveiswhoyouchoose)