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her pale pink lips. In her most wild imaginings about this mercurial woman, Snow could never have guessed they would end up here. Waltzing to jazz.

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but then she realizes this has always been their way. Even in the throes of hostility, intimacy and emotion, the sync of passion (even if it was in the guise of hatred) painted their whole dynamic. No one could surface her most potent ability to feel like Regina Mills. A wistful smile forms on +

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aflame. With their intimate proximity, each rise and fall of Regina’s chest lulls her, bewitches her, just as much as the rich jazz notes surrounding them. Their familiar waltz transforms into a new dance, familiar yet unique to them. The fluidity of their movements surprises Snow at first, +

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aching notes of Charlie Parker’s saxophone, and sophisticated, entrancing woman pressed close. Even Snow’s own heart, the torrent of palpations and sentiments stirring within matches a woman who deserves to be loved with such fullness, with total ardor that consumes and creates like a phoenix +

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For two woman with decades of history elaborately knitted, or tangled, with every shade of emotion, jazz befits this reunion, embodying the dualities of their past with its own complexity. With Regina’s arm encircling her, Snow ruminates on the pattern—the multi-dimensioned Malbec, +

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living room rivaled the regality of a stately ball before, but now, the raven-tressed former princess cannot remember how those balls could ever compare to this.

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seeps into her response. “Regina!” Already out of her seat, Snow allows herself to be guided toward their makeshift dance floor. “I have never seen this side of you.” Awe weaves into the intimacy of this act, willingly and happily being led in a dance by Regina. Never has an elegantly decorated +

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The jubilant mood filling the atmosphere is contagious, and Snow’s radiant smile, reserved for moments of true joy, makes an appearance. Almost embarrassed at the proverbial ‘grinning like an idiot’ moment, Snow ducks her head slightly, though she’s unable to suppress an ounce of happiness. It +

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the curse.” The admission fractures everyone’s image of Snow’s fairytale reunion with Charming after the curse broke. “And even more after.”

mind. “Everything before the curse…it’s so complicated, Regina. But even amidst the hate and revenge and running and broken trust…there was something beginning.” Still fingers restart their earlier actions before a greedy thumb swipes along Regina’s full lower lip. “I loved you before she broke +

they were frozen in what now felt like a series of moments. “But it wasn’t until she was here that I started to see more of you, your essence and not simply the powerful, professional woman and what you projected to us. Who you are.” A young Regina in her powder blue jacket surfaces in Snow’s +

With much effort, Snow pulls her attention to Regina’s words and away from the alluring trajectory of fingers along flesh. “I remember being both extremely intimidated by and entranced by you before Emma came to town.” During the curse, they lived a lifetime yet with the magical grip on time, +

+ freeing thing in the world. I love you, Regina.”

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+ fingertips trace an exquisite jaw in fascination. “What a wonder it is to be able to do…to say the things we’ve wanted.” With a heartfelt chuckle, Snow feels the last vestiges of hope break free from their confines. “How has it been so hard to say it and now it feels like the easiest, most +

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What a radical transformation for the princess and the queen to find themselves here on this sofa with so much laid bare. Snow drains the remainder of her glass, setting it aside. “I guess we needed those challenges to arrive here.” Her hand trails along Regina’s arm, ever higher until her +

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offers her own penitence. “Can you forgive me?”

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could, I can’t take any of it back. So…” Snow keeps Regina’s hand laced with her own and reaches for her glass of wine once more. “We all made choices that caused pain. How could I not forgive you? I love you, and with my love, there will always be forgiveness.” With one last sip of wine, Snow +

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their joined hands. “Nothing that happened after would have happened if I had kept that secret. I’m not blameless.” Her focus drifts higher until once more she meets the queen’s chocolate eyes. “Your mother died because of me. I made other choices that hurt you, Regina, and as much as I wish I +

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rests with me. I broke your trust and it cost you the man you loved.” Old history but some of the deepest wounds, and Snow is sure to give a reassuring squeeze to the hand cradled between her own. “That act changed you, Regina. I hurt you and it changed you. I did that.” Emerald eyes drop to +

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For a moment, Snow is stunned into silence, but her features are filled with the tenderness trapped deeply in her heart for so long. “Regina.” Her name ever a treasure on Snow’s lips. She gently clasps Regina’s hand with both of hers, a thumb idly stroking along knuckles. “The original hurt +

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broke it this evening. “This, tonight, was more than I expected could ever be possible for us.”

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see you again. To apologize.” Emerald eyes contemplate the contents of her wine glass before she lifts her gaze. “And in the hopes that I could mend any damage my leaving did.” Maybe the pattern they locked into was moving toward and away from one another in an endless cycle until something +

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Between Etta James and the Malbec, Snow feels the tension, building from the moment she knocked on Regina’s door, slowly seep out of her body. The truth is it’s funny how one single confession offers more ease than even the most expensive red wine she could afford. “I wanted…no, I needed to +

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before them. “I wouldn’t say no to another glass of wine.”

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+ smoothing non-existent wrinkles from her pants. “I assure you this is very real,” Snow adds in a bid to erase any worries Regina has, though that kind of fear is a shared one. Will sleep rob them of a delicate new beginning? No, Snow refuses to believe anything but the possibility that lies +

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How casually Regina weaves innuendo into the conversation, but Snow doesn’t have much time to react before the mood shifts back to this cozy, but new, tenderness they’re still establishing. A little of her previous nervousness remains, but the raven-haired woman tries to suppress it, a lone hand +

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+ because the elation she feels has her on the verge of floating away. “I think I have the most comfortable spot in the house,” Snow murmurs, leaning her head so it rests softly against Regina’s cheek. “I’m not going anywhere. After all my wandering, it’s taught me that this is where I want to be.”

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𝑅𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓃𝒶 𝑀𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓈 @fracturedfate.bsky.social · 23/11/2024

In Snow’s fantasies of this moment, Regina wasn’t as open to cuddling, so it’s a very delighted Snow who scoots herself closer and settles against the very warm, very real, very soft body of Regina Mills. ‘This is really happening.’ The silent mantra is the only thing tethering her to this room +

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“Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love.” — Rainer Maria Rilke

Regina as the Evil Queen in an ornate black gown and headpiece back to back with Snow in a white outfit from her Enchanted Forest days

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what just happened, she feels unburdened, lighter. Free, even. “That kiss was a long time coming, if I’m honest.”

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thinks, suddenly too aware of just how affected she is by the brunette’s proximity. Regina’s teasing remark about the focal point of their years long feud snaps her back to the present moment. “I’ve learned from my mistakes.” Snow’s soft chuckle carries the weight of their past, but after +

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Snow @ebullienthunter.bsky.social · 21/11/2024

A very dazed Snow finds it incredibly difficult to focus after that kiss, slowly parting long lashes and discovering the world is altered. Unlike the entranced petite woman, Regina, poised as ever, disentangles herself from their kiss and engages Snow in conversation so smoothly. ‘So unfair,’ Snow +

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“I measure every 𝙂𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙛 I meet With narrow, probing, Eyes -- I wonder if It weighs like Mine -- Or has an 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙧 size.”

Emma with a sad expression and Snow cupping Emma’s face in black and white.

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Snow @ebullienthunter.bsky.social · 18/11/2024

It takes effort to clear her throat and dissipate the emotion Emma’s affection engenders. Slender fingers toy with her scarf in search of necessary distraction as Snow composes herself. “Thank you, Emma. I do know that.”

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Snow @ebullienthunter.bsky.social · 18/11/2024

“No need to thank me, honey. I’m always here for you.”