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Jefferson | The Mad Hatter (millinery) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2015-01-23 21:07:00

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jefferson/mad hatter, regina mills

Who: Regina & Jefferson
What: Jefferson tries to sneak into Regina's for a private audience with the Queen.
When: Friday Evening
Where: Regina's home, the cellar
Status: In-Progress

As hard as it might be to believe, Jefferson's plan to sneak into Regina's home wasn't born of any ill-will, or plots most foul. In fact, Jefferson figured if he asked Regina if he could come over, she'd have probably said yes. But finding her house, wedging up a cellar window and shimming in was an act born of pride. She always had the upper hand, Regina did, and he hated always having to look up to her. There were no grudges anymore, no vendettas, and nothing to avenge. He just wanted to display some degree of measured skill so he would be taken seriously.

He got the window open a bit easier than he expected to, but it was too small to allow both him and light from outside in at the same time, so he was worming his way into a completely dark room. It was a risk, but he wasn't too worried about it.

Until he dropped down onto some sort of table, stacked with a few empty wine bottles. He caught his balance and held his breath but it was no use, two of the bottles rocked off the edge of the table and smashed on the floor. He rolled his eyes and immediately straightened up, trying to get back to the window to pull himself up and get out of the cellar. But, he hadn't even reached for the windowsill before the cellar lights snapped on. He turned around, but all he could see was a cat, sitting in the middle of the floor between the shelves. The animal sat perfectly still, aside from the subtle flick of the end of it's tail. It's expression, Jefferson was sure he understood: Busted.

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mostresilient
2015-01-24 04:00 am UTC (link)

As much as she was against working half a days, Regina, had to admit that being home early was growing on her. She was able to take her afternoon nap in her comfortable bed as opposed to leaning on her desk. Her neck and lower back were quite happy for that. And so was her son. The only time he wasn’t moving around or kicking were those few hours where she was home alone. Hours where she would nap and then talk to him. Tell him all about how much he was loved. How they couldn’t wait to meet him.

Him. Because he was very much still a him. Neither she nor Greg had finalized their list of names and passed it along to Henry. And she was having a hard time deciding which of the names she chose she liked more. They all fit with the image of her son that she had created in her mind. At the rate they were going she would give birth before he officially had a name. Something that she had vowed was not going to happen.

Regina had just woken from her nap when she heard the sound of glass shattering from the cellar. A quick glance at the clock let her know that it couldn’t be Greg. Unless he had come home early but there wasn’t anything in the cellar he’d need. His whiskey was all kept upstairs and the only thing in their cellar was the wine she wasn’t able to drink. Rising she quietly but quickly made her way down the spiral staircase to the garage and cellar. Perhaps it had been Lys. The cat hadn’t been in her bed or in any of the open spaces as she had walked passed. And lately she’d been getting into everything.

With a flick of her wrist the garage light came on. Neither of them had a car so it was primarily used as a storage space. At the moment it housed the boxes for everything in the nursery and a few items that had yet to be opened. Her feet barely made any sound as they moved across the floor to the door leading to their wine cellar. It was left open as she rarely ever closed it and all Regina needed to do was turn on the light. Flicking the switch up she cautiously made her way into the room so as to avoid stepping on broken glass. As she came further into the room, Regina, saw the shattered bottles and the one responsible for shattering them. And it wasn’t Lys. Or anyone who should have been able to make it through the wards on her house.

“Hello, Jefferson.”

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millinery
2015-01-24 04:28 am UTC (link)

Jefferson pulled a face, and tapped his hands on the wall beneath the window before turning around on the table and jumping down. When he did so, another bottle fell and broke, and he glanced at the cat. The beast didn't even blink at the noise. But of course her cat wouldn't flinch. Evil little animal.

He looked at Regina and put his hand against his collarbone, flourishing his wrist as he gave the Queen a half bow. He recognised that he'd been caught with his proverbial pants down, so any stab he had at showmanship, pride or the upper hand was out that cellar window like he wasn't.

"Your Highness, you're looking -- " If he wasn't a father, if he hadn't been married and didn't have a daughter, he might not have noticed that Regina was pregnant. But he was good with details and he was a father. So for him, it was absolutely impossible to miss, "particularly radiant this evening."

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mostresilient
2015-02-02 11:43 pm UTC (link)

When Jefferson knocked over another bottle the smirk on Regina’s face grew. The empty bottles had been sitting on that table for weeks. Months even. One of the only remaining signs of a successful dinner party. Oh, she had planned to put them in the recycling eventually. But her pregnancy left very little reason for her to venture into the wine cellar. So on the table they had stayed. And in his quest to sneak into her home they’d served as the perfect alarm. Perhaps later she’d use magic to repair the bottles and place them on the table once again.

At his bow and compliment the former queen’s eyes rolled ever so subtly. Though a rather large part of her enjoyed being referred to as “your highness” once again. It had been far too long since anyone had referred to her as such. But few would ever hear her admit to that.

“And you are looking quite well yourself, my dear Jefferson.” Regina replied before leaning against the wall and adding, “despite your failed attempt to break into my home quietly, that is.”

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millinery
2015-02-03 01:17 am UTC (link)

“Well, maybe I did it on purpose just to get your attention.” Jefferson countered, a bit sheepishly. It wasn’t a very good defence, and he wasn’t sure how smart a noisy break in to get attention really sounded. It was borderline creepy, and he did appreciate that Regina seemed more amused with his efforts than angry. It was the best reaction he could have hoped for for such an ill-fated, harebrained scheme. Jefferson shuffled, using the side of his foot to brush some of the glass shards into a pile before taking a few steps forward, closer to the former Queen.

While he wasn’t sure he’d ever be comfortable calling Regina a friend, he’d go so far as to consider her an ally. They were a lot alike, really, ruthless, but generally for the right reasons. To protect those they cared about or to get them back. There was sort of a familiarity there, and he assumed a slight understanding. And here, in a whole new world with new people and new opportunities -- even the smallest threat of sameness seemed to go a long way. It wasn’t exactly trust, but it was something just a little bit like it.

After debating what to say next for a few moments longer, Jefferson looked up ad her and smiled, as though owning how embarrassing all of this was was the only way he was going to get through it. “Really, I just wanted to visit. You know, but I didn’t exactly know how to ask.”

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