Just when I think I'm done seeing myself be the villain in these damn things, I'm
not. Done, that is.
Quick recap: my love interest is killed in front of me,
again, and since people were expressing their concern towards me reverting back to my 'vengeful ways' I used a serum that split myself into two. I thought I could literally kill the evil part of me (spare me the philosophical conversations, I'm
aware that it was an awful idea, thank you), but it turns out I can't and she's run rampant all over Storybrooke in her big, gothic outfits wanting the same old thing. Snow White's
heart.
What could go wrong, hm? Plenty.
What's worse is I get to see things from both perspectives. I'm sucking faces
and more, ugh with the cursed imp, and have enlisted my deranged sister against my regular self. Zelena's unsurprisingly two-faced and I'm at least glad I was able to tell her how I felt. I don't know why we ever thought things would be okay between us and we'd be 'family.'
Some EQ intel involves: Gold wanting to use those golden shears to alter his and Belle's fate - and for the currently unborn baby too - and, surprisingly, the Queen doesn't actually
kill Snow White, and instead puts a sleeping curse that makes no sense on two hearts.
There's no rhyme or reason in this anymore. Just the mighty need to imbibe, but then I remember I have an infant to take care for.