unhappilyeverafter | Shattered Sight AU } for thehonorablethief

Emma and Elsa might have managed to outrun her, but Regina wasn't concerned. Not now she was free of her vault. The entire town of Storybrook was at her mercy. Her town, and she intended to pick them all off piece by piece. Stalking through the graveyard, her cape unfurled behind her, her fingers clenched by her side. If she had ever thought she would enjoy destroying Snow White, then she would enjoy taking down her daughter even more.

Reaching the road, she was preparing to take the route further into the town, when she heard shouting echoing from the forest. She stopped, frowning as she stared around her, at who was causing such a racket. Sweeping her cape out of her path, she strode frward, advancing into the woodland and seeking out the voice. After a short search, she came to a clearing, and with a turn of her head, she discovered Robin Hood, bound to a tree, utterly at her mercy.

Just the way she liked it.

"Well, well, well," she slowly drawled, watching him as he struggled, smirking at the very sight of him. "It looks like the rotten thief finally got what he deserved."

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He was quite annoyed that he couldn't go anywhere. He knew he'd done this to himself, though it certainly seemed like a foolish idea in hindsight. He wanted his son with him as well, wanted to be sure none of the other rotten people in this town could get a hold of him. But he was trapped, thanks to his own stupidity.

The moment he heard that familiar voice, though, his head darted around to look at her. The Queen.

His Queen.

He smiled darkly, eyes raking over her.

"And you, Regina," he purposely avoided calling her by her title, "however do you move in that thing?"

Despite his words, though, it was obvious he appreciated the way her dress hugged her form.

Staying in place, Regina slowly lifted her chin, regarding him with the arrogance she'd bestowed upon him when they first met. When he had been nothing but forest dweller, and she, a Queen.

"Freely," she declares, and makes that point clear by sweeping aside her cape and taking another series of steps forward. Her hand gestures over his unfortunate predicament. "Which is more than I can say for you."

Her head slowly tilted as she watched the way he surveyed her, with a look that no commoner should ever look upon royalty. But then he was the exception. The only exception, and despite all that the curse had done to them, it didn't mean she had forgotten this man and what he was to her. Even if she is a little appalled at herself.

"Robin Hood. Nothing more than a common thief and enemy of the crown. I guess I really have lowered my standards," she says slowly, her own eyes raking over him, an air of disapproval there, but also something else, something more. She may have set her sights lower, but looking at him now, she could certainly see the allure.

He tugged at his handcuff unconsciously; even knowing he couldn't escape, when she mentioned being free, it aggravated him, and he grunted slightly, then fell back against the tree with a sigh.

"You certainly had no objections that night in your vault."

He smirked then. "The things I would do to you now if I weren't tied to this blasted tree."

This curse might be making them see the worst in each other, but that doesn't stop Regina slowly smirking when he mentions the night in her vault. She remembers it quite clearly, of course, and his words do nothing to stem the memories that rush back to her.

"You learnt how to make yourself useful to me. Isn't that the way of a thief like yourself?" she asks, taking another series of steps closer, her cape dragging slowly on the forest floor behind her. "It is, after all, the only way you'll survive the night."

"I don't expect someone like you to show any sort of mercy to one you've deemed far beneath your station, so I rather need to compensate for that," he smiles, clearly unafraid. She might hurt him, and he might hurt her, but deep down, the love connecting them can't be severed, and he feels that even amidst the dark thoughts swirling through his mind.

"Let me go and I'll make it quite worth your while, Your Majesty." This time, he uses her title for a singular purpose, to get a rise out of her.

It feels good to be addressed by her proper title once more, even so more by him. Perfecting her poise, her chin lifts just a little more and her smile widens.

"Let you go?" she repeats, chuckling at the idea. She ventures closer, step by step, bringing herself close enough to be within touching distance, though of course, it's not the case for him.

"Do you think I'm quite so foolish as that? Because I don't expect someone like you to keep their word. You'll run off back into the forest, to find your beloved Marian."

He fixes her with a dark, almost unforgiving look, though it's rather superficial because deep in his heart, he loves her, despite the mask the spell has placed on him.

"You still haven't figured out a way to save her," he reminds her bitterly. "What would I have to go back to? What good is your magic? You don't truly want her to wake up, that's why nothing has worked..."

The accusation is enough to rile her, and her expression suddenly hardens, teeth bared. She had tried everything possible to revive Marian, and her efforts had been useless. But that doesn't matter now, she doesn't care in the way she once had. Now, she'd gladly see Marian die.

"She shouldn't even be here," she replies sharply, her anger fresh from Emma's riling. "She died a long time ago and she should've stayed that way!"

There's another step, now leveling her gaze on Robin's, challenge there, goading. "She'll never wake up, you know," she begins, dropping her voice dangerously as she moves into his space.

"Not now. Because of me."

And she seems to take relish is that, for all the wrong reasons. He loves her, and because of that Marian will die. His love made her happy, but now it made her victorious. For once, she's won.

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His jaw tenses considerably, and he's so angry, he wants to get right into her space, but he can't move. What a damn idiotic thing to do, chaining himself up like this.

"And all I have left is you - is there any love even left in your heart?"

Robin knows that she loves him, but when he's cursed like this, he's only thinking about the fact that she still guards herself in some ways with him; she can't bring herself to say she loves him, there's still a barrier between them. And the curse plays on those emotions.

"I doubt you feel anything for me."

They had known, hadn't they? Exactly what this curse would do to them. She had been so fearful of him looking at her the way he is now, and somewhere, deep down, her heart is breaking. But on the outside, she is imperious, victorious, and looking at Robin with a cruelty she would've never had otherwise.

"My heart isn't the one you should be worrying about," she then warns lowly, her hand sliding over his chest, over where his beating heart lay. The heart that was now hers, and she could make that all the more literal. All it would take, was a simple push of her hand, and this lying thief would be no more.

"Would you take it?"

It belongs to her, he knows that, and even with the way this spell has twisted his thoughts, he wouldn't deny that. She has every part of him, and he would give it willingly.

"Take it," he dares her.

Her hand remains settled at his chest, and she leans in just that little more, eyes on his, lips almost so. She smiles darkly at the look on his face, at the feel of that heart drumming against her palm. His goading only amuses her further, and oh, she is tempted.

"But I already have," she reminds him, proud of that, like it was a victory of hers. A battle won. "And I didn't even have to use my magic." Her eyes widen maniacally as she says that, relishing her victory.

Shattered Sight AU } for thehonorablethief

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