♛  –  DAVID  ;

                It wasn’t the first (nor likely the last) time that one (or many) of the sheep had gotten loose.  Luck would have it, for him, that only one had escaped this time.  Ill-luck would have it that there were so few now that only one could attempt a runner.  For a shepherd, his life was getting exceedingly more difficult to live, to survive with.  So running after one lone sheep, the other’s safely locked in their pen, was just another day.  It’s when he loses sight of the animal that he begins to worry, catching up to her only moments later, to find her not alone.  

               What is she doing here?

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              “Perhaps I’m cursed with poor shepherding skills.”  He is surprised, and any attempt to hide it would be in vain.  It’s been years since he’s seen her, and the rumors abound.  Married to a King, he heard, and he isn’t surprised; her mother’s ambition would have married her a God if possible.  He knew that much.  “May I ask what you’re doing all the way out here?  Seems a bit of a stretch just to visit the forest.”

                            ♛ —-   ;         the   forest  had   always   been   a  welcome   sanctuary no   matter   the   enchantments her   mother   conjured,   lurking   in   branches to   betray  her   within her   own   kingdom.      a   trip   through the   looking   glass   banished   her   dear   mother, absent   as   vows   were  exchanged,   as   an   aged  man’s frame   was   forced upon   her   own  to finalize   the   arrangement.     no   matter   how   heated   the   water,   once   pure   flesh  could   not   be  cleansed,   not   of   the   curse   imposed   upon   her.        as   DARKNESS   &   DESPAIR   lingers in   every   crevice   of   her  lavish   prison,   she   clings  so   desperately   to   any  illumination,   longing   for   it   to  chase   demons   from   her   psyche,   the   DARK   ONE’s voice   slithering   into   her  ear   each   moment  she   falters.      DREAMS   were   shattered,   torn   &  left to   rot   with   the   man   she  had   loved.        a   flickering   light   from   her   past,   another   whom   had  entangled   her   heartstrings until   her   mother’s   spells   sought   to   part  them,   stood   in   her  presence   now,   addressing   her   informally as   she   had  hoped   he   would,  severing   her   relationship   with   the   crown.

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                                   ❛     i   always  believed   you   were  meant   for   more.   ❜         that   was   her  order   of   business,  seizing   an   ally,   one   that   would   not   force  her to   yearn   for   magic,   for   numbness,  for   the   death  of   a   child.     it   was   an   act   of  self - preservation.         leaves  rustle on   the   earth  as   she   stands,   steps   closing   distance,   fingers boldly   toying  with the   frayed   ends   of  his   golden   tresses,   teeth   hinging to   her   bottom   lip   to   either  keep   from   weeping  or   laughing.       ❛     enjoying what   little freedom   i   still   have    —–   now  that   my   mother   has   left.    ❜        though   the   King   has  surely taken   her   place.      ❛     it   appears   not   only   the  sheep   need   shearing,   David.    ❜        the  wayward hand   rests   on   his  chest,   fingertips   curling   inward   for   only   a   moment   until   they   are  withdrawn   entirely, gaze   fixed on   the   earth,  desperate   to   shift  the   focus   elsewhere,   desperate   to   conceal  her   own   horrid   strife.

     ————–      @prxncecharming

                              ♛  —-  ;              hooves   pounded   earth   as   she   was   led   from   the   manor,   the   intoxicating   taste   of   freedom   on   her   lips,   her   luminescence   nearly   infectious   as   those   who   traveled   their   paths   on   foot   regarded   the   princess   with   a   vibrant   smile.         distant   dreams   of   a   life   she   had   yet   to   live,   a   place   to   belong,   to   know   she   was   enough,   a   love   to   last   the   ages   became   all   welcome   distractions   as   wind   caressed   her   raven   braid.   all   fading   as   distressed   baying   caught   her   attention,   slowing   her   companion   to   a   trot   to   investigate   before   dismounting. 

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                                      separated   from   the   flock,   heart   aching   to   aid   the   lost   animal,    she   approached   the   lone   sheep   slowly,   cooing   to   it   gently.          ❛    ———-    shh,   shh.    ❜           a   moment,   hand   settling   on   its   wool,   listening   as   footsteps   &   a   voice   attempted   to   beckon   the   animal,   her   own   voice   echoing   back   to   tease   him.          ❛  ———-    you   know,   for   a   shepherd,    you   lose   your   flock   far   too   often.   ❜           cocoa   irises   observe,   resting   on   a   fallen   oak   with   the   poise   of   a   royal,   her   mother’s   teachings   creating   the   compliance   of   muscle   memory   despite   her   bouts   of   rebellion. 

prxncecharming replied to your post:
bless u

no, no, my love. bless u.

prxncecharming replied to your post:

:( Take deep breaths and blacklist.

done. & done. bless. 

i will have my vengeance.

this heart that only knows how to beat on stolen blood, for these lips that have forgotten how to smile, for these limbs should lie under a fading headstone but upon this skull lies a crown of bones, this body a tattered skeleton despite the glittering jewels & elaborate gowns adorning it. these eyes love shadow more than sun. perhaps in this void, i will find home again.

out of your suffering shall rise my victory

these hands do not know how to hold something precious, without shattering it to dust in my wrought iron fingers, without burning it to smoke & ashes from the hellfire in my veins, without shredding it apart &letting it bleed out over my serrated-edge nails without strangling the life out of its trembling core - in the hopes that maybe in the pieces of the aftermath, i will find myself again.

villains don't get happy endings

indie  REGINA MILLS / THE EVIL QUEEN   from abc's once upon a time

as told by GRIM

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