Regina Mills (mostresilient) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2014-03-30 23:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, regina mills / evil queen |
Who: Regina Mills
When: March 23 [backdated because I forgot to post this]
Where: Her apartment
What: Regina wakes to some unpleasant guests who refuse to leave or shut up.
Rating: Low-ish.
Regina woke much like she did every morning. Early but not so early that she was the only one awake in the city. Back in Storybrooke, when Henry was still young, she'd wake and begin preparing breakfast for the two of them. It always warmed her heart to hear his feet patter across the floor and descend down the stairs. Her routine hadn't changed the older he became but the lightheartedness of their mornings had. Perhaps it's why the silence made her so much more aware of the fact that she was alone. And had been for some time. The friendships she'd allowed to develop could only go so far in filling the emptiness that she felt. Emptiness that you'd never have had to endure if it weren't for a certain spoiled and entitled princess said a deep voice from her left side. With a quick turn of her head to the right and then left, Regina saw no one. Whoever have broken into her apartment and entered her bedroom was skilled but not nearly as skilled as she was. Her brow furrowed in confusion when after a wave of her hand no one appeared, until the voice spoke again, A little lower, my dear. The former queen shifted her gaze lower until the owner of the voice became visible. There on her shoulder was a small figure. More accurately, a miniature of herself, dressed in the very same outfit that she had worn the day she’d crashed Snow and Charming’s wedding. Convinced that her mind was finally playing tricks on her Regina chose to ignore it. That’s quite rude of you now is it? I have a name. Oh yes, its Your Majesty, and you can’t ignore me as I’m you, dear. Just listen to me and all will be as it should be Don’t listen to her, Regina, she’ll only take you down a dark path. Think of Henry and your promise to him, said another voice. This one much lighter than the last. Turning to her right, Regina found exactly what she expected to find. Another miniature of herself. Only this time she was wearing her riding outfit. Daniel had told her once that he’d loved that entire ensemble. Oh, how it had made her blush, but any compliment that he paid her often had that effect. Yes, think of Daniel, and how his death would never have occurred had Snow White kept her promise. Think of how happy we could have been; how she robbed you of your happy ending while she found hers No! Think of the good you have done. How you’ve been making amends for your past. Believe in love, not revenge Love is weakness Love is strength Love will make us weak. Get your revenge against Snow White by going after her daughter. The Savior who stole your son from you Regina, love is the only solution! You have to listen- Having had more than enough of listening to this back-and-forth argument, Regina screamed, “Shut up! The both of you, just shut up!” Pinching the bridge of her nose she mentally began wishing, pleading, gods even begging for this all to be a hallucination. Hallucinations she could find a way to handle. There were medications - even spells - that could deal with them. Opening her eyes she breathed a sigh of relief when there was silence. It must have been a stress induced hallucination or the lingering effects of sleep. Rising from her bed she walked the short distance to her bathroom and nearly screamed at the sight of them still perched on her shoulders. “This is not happening,” Regina muttered softly. As I said, you can’t be rid of me, I’m you, dear and I’m here to stay Unfortunately for you, but fortunately for Regina, so am I. “Neither of you are real,” Regina answered back and then frowned. She was talking to herself. What was it that she had read? That talking to herself was the first sign of insanity? Or perhaps it was someone else that had told her. The details didn’t matter. Walking out of her bathroom, Regina, went and grabbed her cell phone off her nightstand. There was no way she was heading into work in the near future if this persisted. And if it didn’t she needed time to detox from this madness. Ten minutes later and the former queen had managed to get a week off. Her work was impeccable at the bakery since the time of her reprimand. It hadn’t taken much to convince her employer that she needed personal time. Even with the two pests on her shoulder currently bickering and offering her advice. As a queen you should not take orders from --. It’s humbling -- An exasperated sigh, a roll of her eyes, and her trademark glare, Regina attempted to tune them out. It was far too early to even be thinking of having a drink but gods did she need one. Heading into her kitchen she grabbed a glass and the bottle of whiskey that she had been saving for her apple cider and poured herself a glass. If she was going to have to endure this she sure as hell was going to have a drink. The time of day be damned. |