тнε υηεvιℓ qυεεη (regally) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-12-14 13:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, commander jane shepard, regina mills (evil queen) |
Who: Jane Shepard, Regina Mills
What: After arguing about Shepard's flirtatious tendencies, Regina accidentally does what she's good at and rips her heart out.
When: Recent-ish.
Where: On the Road/Regina's.
Rating/Warnings: High for language, heart ripping, snarky angst.
Status: Complete!
They would go out in public as friends, she said. It would be fun, she said. It didn’t mean shit, she said.
Up until their entire dinner had involved Jane’s more-than-obvious flirtatious advances. And for once, no, they weren’t towards Regina, but to every goddamn bipedal organism that roamed the restaurant of choice. From the valet, to the waitress, to the winking bartender, to the valet again once they exited the establishment. Her mood had grown sour as the night progressed, finally becoming downright rotten the moment they got into the car.
“If I had a dime for every time you eye-fucked someone tonight, I think I could actually retire early,” said Regina, her tone frozen over with something called bitterness. Those furrowed brows, angrily pursed lips - oh yeah. Not good.
Jane hadn’t thought any of that was a big deal at the time. She was just having a little fun, and part of that little fun had been making Regina jealous. She didn’t know what madness consumed her, but they were just friends, weren’t they? Shepard’s eye wandered. She couldn’t help it!
But she hadn’t realized just how bad she was until Regina spoke in the car. “Excuse me?”
“I don’t believe I stuttered,” Regina spat, but the tone still carried a sense of condescending politeness. Even icy, she still sounded rather classy with the way she spoke. “Oh, and the waitress? Had some serious case of meth mouth, so best of luck to you there should she use that on you.”
Once the car was on, she hit the pedal with aggressiveness and sped out, turning a sharp corner without so much as a blink. Those dagger-pointed nails, painted black, tapped the leather steering wheel in obvious motions of ‘I’m annoyed, don’t test me.’
It was a bit like looking at an agitated cat, complete with tail swishing and ears back. Jane gaped at her, then leaned against the door and continued to stare at her. “First of all, I was just being friendly. Are you trying to claim territory?”
It was Regina’s turn to gape, her expression clearly one of someone that had just been greatly offended. “Claiming territory? You’re serious?” A snort followed a mirthless chuckle and she shook her head, like she couldn’t believe what the hell Jane had just said.
Worst thing about it was that she was right. She’d fight tooth and nail and blood to keep that tucked into the special part of her labeled ‘denial.’
“Trust me honey, there’s a difference between ‘friendly’ and ‘groveling,” she grumbled, keeping her glaring eyes on the road. That temper of hers was about to run free and that magic wasn’t exactly tamed yet. Knowing her luck, she’d shatter all the damn windows of the car.
“Groveling?!” she exclaimed. Her finger dug into the seat rest of the car. She didn’t know why she was angry, but she felt angry. “Groveling. A little bit of flirting and you call that groveling. It’s not like we’re dating. It’s not like I stood a chance of anything more. You’re the straight girl, you’re just playing around.”
Jane bit her lip, but it was too late to take that back.
Good thing Regina’s house wasn’t too far out, because she likely broke a couple speeding laws going down the street and up the driveway, slamming on the brakes for an abrupt stop in front of the door.
“And you’re just the damn pathetic woman that follows the straight one around.” No chance in taking back that statement, either. It had been punctuated by the loud slam of the car door, and as she was about to walk away, a sudden change of mind came over and she spun around on her heels and pointed. “So how about you go have fun with little meth mouth and have her take a chomp on you down south, because at least you might have a chance with her.”
Shepard got out of the car, slamming the door so hard that the frame actually bent. "She's not even the one I want!" She hadn't meant to say that either. Or to damage the car but that was biotics flaring up for you. She came around the other side of the car and grabbed Regina's bicep. "What the fuck is your damage tonight?"
Something about the flare of blue from whatever cybernetic what’s-its Jane had registered into her instincts as a threat, and the grab of her arm reinforced it. Regina met her eyes with a look that killed and lips curled back to a scowl. “Don’t you touch me!”
And that’s when she did it. She didn’t even think to do it, but her arm flew like it had a life of its own and her first went right through Jane’s chest. A second later, Regina withdrew it and clutched in her hand was a beating heart, brightly glowing red.
That changed everything. No more glare. No more anger. Now it was just...she didn’t even know what it was. Shock? A hint of horror? Because those wide brown eyes went from the heart, to Jane, back to the heart, and then back at Jane.
Shepard had been shot, stabbed and torned up. And that didn't count asphixating and burning up on reentry, which was something she never wanted anyone to ever experience. The pain was sharp, and then there was the feeling like all the air had been ripped from her limbs, and then... nothing. She felt absolutely nothing.
She looked at Regina in confusion. "...what?"
After a minute of gathering her wits, Regina swallowed nervously. Coughed to clear her throat. And then slowly and carefully, she inserted the throbbing organ back into her chest. Magic had somehow allowed her to transcend any sort of biological science in regards to this. It was so damn bizarre.
She knew she was capable of this; knew she’d acquire the ability to actually do it, but Regina never thought she actually...would. It was all impulse, all instinct, all driven by emotion that triggered a magical response.
“I’m sorry,” she finally said, looking both uncomfortable and guilty and she got away from Jane’s hold to step away. Now she was rigid. She was standing straight, wouldn’t even look her in the eye, and tucked her hair behind her ear. “That...wasn’t supposed to happen.”
Shepard felt a sudden influx of myriad emotion, and pain. You didn’t have an organ ripped out and not feel it and suddenly she felt like she felt everything. She never wanted to feel nothing ever again. Her hands balled into fists and a blue glow rippled across her skin, but she kept her anger in check. Barely. “What the hell did you just do?”
Her hands frustratedly went through her hair. “What the hell do you think I just did? I just ripped your goddamn heart out!” They both saw it twitch with life and glow with magic right in her hands. Saw her rip it out and put it back in. There wasn’t much room for error in that regards, unless someone spiked their drink with some hallucinogen but that was clearly a bullshit excuse. Regina looked guilty though. Distressed. Because she really had no intention of even doing that and--
“Are you alright?” An ungraceful blurt. “Did it--does it--hurt?”
“Well that’s happened to me before just never literally,” Shepard snapped. But she was stubborn, with her own brand of loyalty, for all she flirted. She’d stayed with Liara, after all, even after being given the cold shoulder for so long from her. There was this little romantic part of her that liked grand declarations of love and sappy love stories. Just don’t ever let Garrus know.
She folded her arms, relaxing her hands and the glow subsided. This wasn’t the time for that, and she didn’t think she could get violent with Regina anyway. She was still too confused. “It hurt. Then I didn’t feel … anything at all. It hurt more going back in. I don’t…think there’s anything missing.” But she wasn’t fully human anyway, so maybe that didn’t matter.
She flexed and cracked the fingers that tore Jane’s heart out, feeling nervous. A little lost, even. Regina was her mother’s daughter - the Queen of Hearts - the woman that tore her stable boy’s heart out and crushed it in front of her very eyes, killing any semblance of happiness she could have had. And despite her vehemence against becoming anything like the woman, she still fell into Rumple’s trap and learned every nasty little trick her mother knew. The idea of ripping hearts out of people she wanted to kill? Sure, she could stomach that.
But not someone she--
Shit.
“Well. Good. You’re...fine.” After clearing her throat, she straightened her dress and held her head up high. “Maybe we should just call it a night.”
What?
Jane's eyes fell on Regina's fingers. That was an interesting ability, one that she might have utilized in the fight against the Reapers. Commander Shepard wasn't the best person, she knew that. Anything to win, as long as she didn't quite compromise on the soul of the species, at least. Ripping out the Illusive Man's heart? Yes. Yes please. That was less compromise and more removing a complication.
"Just call it a night. Oh yes, lets pretend this never happened. That's healthy."
“And what the hell do you suggest we do, then?” Her hands went to her hips, eyes narrowed into a glare. “Go inside? Talk about it over some damn wine and crackers? I just ripped your heart out, Jane. Literally. Unless you’re an expert on how to properly deal with this in the ‘healthy way,’ I suggest you get the hell out and leave.”
No. Regina didn’t want her to leave. Though the night escalated and right when she thought she had a better grip on her powers, anger proved otherwise. So until she could figure it all out…
She wanted Shepard gone.
Shepard wasn't very good at relationships, but she was stubborn. But what good was stubborn when the woman you... were falling in love with wanted you gone? She still hadn't assauged Jane's fears that all this was was an experiment. She'd thought she'd be okay with that. That was before she'd gotten to know Regina, seen the complex and slightly broken woman the Queen tried to hide.
She glanced towards Regina's car. It was better than looking at her, and she was hurt and seething and she didn't need to do her own version of losing control of her powers. "I'll... pay for that."
Was Shepard just going to turn tail and run? It wasn't like Regina wanted her around. She could find other prospects. "I'll just stay out of your perfect hair, your majesty.
There was a part of Regina that wanted to take it all back. Apologize for it all, ask her to stay, not spend the night alone. But she didn’t do any of that. Wouldn’t do any of that at this rate. Not tonight. Too much had been done already that needed to be sorted out and Jane would just be a...distraction.
Her throat felt uncomfortable and tight, but she swallowed, licked her lips as a concealed nerve-wrecked habit, and nodded. “That’d be best, wouldn’t it? I’d say I’ll see you around, but dive bars aren’t my thing.”
“Yeah, you’ve gotta keep classy and everything,” Shepard snapped, and turned to storm to her own car. She felt...emotionally compromised, which wasn’t something she liked, and said a lot more about how she felt about Regina than she was comfortable admitting.