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Tweak says, "Do not think of blind walruses"

Regina Mills (mostresilient) wrote in expresslogs,
@ 2012-07-16 22:26:00

Entry tags:

regina mills, {the huntsman, ~tara

Characters: Regina Mills and Huntsman
When: Sometime after this and this
Location: Back Parlor Car
Warnings/Rating: PG-13 - R (Language could begin to escalate between these two)
Summary: Regina wandered the train until she decided to sit in the parlor car and get lost in her thoughts. Her solitude is broken by the arrival of someone she'd much rather not deal with at that moment in time, Huntsman.
Status: Closed, ongoing

Regina had finally decided to leave her room and explore the car. The little help she received from the net on what she could do to entertain herself came to mind. After walking the length of the train she decided that she'd just sit down in the next car she entered. As she walked into the parlor car she scanned the room and found the couch to be the most practical place to sit. It brought to mind her parlor in her castle of the past. As she sat down Regina let out a sigh. Since her arrival on the train she hadn't been able to block out all of the memories of the past. More and more in the short time she had been here they were surfacing and beginning to drive her mad. There was no saying whether this would have happened in Storybrooke had she never been kidnapped but at least there she had distractions. Here the distractions were slim and few. The idea of having to settle and accept the fact that she'd never be able to go home was too hard to grasp. Slipping the ring off her finger Regina looked at the image of Daniel's face that shown through the center. Every day was beginning to get harder as memories of her youth slipped through her barriers. A life that seemed so foreign to what she was now. "Daniel" she whispered closing her eyes and laying her head back against the couch.

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cryoverwildlife
2012-07-17 05:26 am UTC (link)

He was not one to miss things, and he did not miss the partial name that she spoke. He did not know who "Dan" or "Daniel" was, but he could tell by the tone of her voice that he had been someone she cared about. A lover, perhaps, or a close friend. A brother?

But honestly, he couldn't make himself care. Perhaps she had lost someone. Perhaps her life had been filled with sorrow.

But he could not find in that any excuse for sharing that sorrow a thousandfold with others. No matter what cruelty life had visited upon her, she had no right to hurt innocent people.

He sneered at her slightly, and Wolf growled, although it was becoming a much softer growl of distaste rather than outright threat.

"If you think you will make me pity you, you do not know me at all."

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