#regalxmills

[broken-white-boi-no1]

just silliness between me and gina! @regalxmills

#found this in the camera roll #love ya gina #i know you'll see this papa and please no grumbles to gina #this was my idea #regalxmills #alissa skovbye #lana parilla #regina mills #grace buchanan #grace (ouat) #grace hatter

[hcldinghope-blog]

Daydreaming || Regina & Maria

It had been a long day... Well, it had felt like a long day, like it had simply dragged on and on, and honestly? Every day was beginning to feel that way. And she was convinced that it had something to do with the fact that she had been feeling so lost lately, lonely. There was just nothing for her. Each day was the same old routine and though in a way, she loved her job, and she loved her friends, she still couldn’t help but feel like there should be more. 

The walk home from the animal shelter wasn’t any different. The idea that she was simply just heading back to her apartment to spend another night by herself, wondering just what it was that she was missing. Sure, she knew that she could go out, try to occupy her mind but the idea just seemed so hopeless, she wasn’t all that sure that it would do much to help. 

Her mind moved from that much less than exciting notion to wondering over what it could be that she was missing, that she wanted. Maria had friends, so it couldn’t be that... Was it love? Was she getting to that point in life where she wanted someone to share it with? Then again, come to think of it... The way this hole in her heart, in her life felt, it felt like it had always been there when she looked back on things now. Or was it a family? Children maybe? 

Her thoughts were cut short when she found herself colliding with another body ---- she must have been walking without paying attention, eyes just on the ground as she daydreamed about how her life could be so much more. When she pulled away to look at just who it was she had bumped into, she felt a wave of uneasiness wash over her, nerves almost at the fact that it was the mayor. 

“Madame Mayor... I’m... --- I’m so sorry...” She tried to offer a smile, in hopes that she wouldn’t have irritated the woman before her too much. “I must have had my head in the clouds... Wasn’t really paying attention.” 

@regalxmills

#regalxmills #; thread ;; daydreaming || ( regina & maria ) #i hope that this is okay !!!!

[hurricanewingbeat-blog]

Settling The Accounts || Mal & Regina

Meetings with the Mayor were one of the few things Mallory didn’t mind taking a break in her work for. The woman actually seemed to possess a brain and had used it to make a success of herself, something she could approve of, even respect. On top of that she didn’t start to shake with nerves the moment Mallory entered the room, again something she encountered all to often.

So she made her way to the Mayor’s office right on time, cradling a bottle of wine in her hand, after all she wasn’t about to come empty handed, and knocked on the door. After a moment she was called to enter and walked inside, smiling at the woman. 

“Madame Mayor, a pleasure as always. I’m here as requested but before we settle down to business, a gift.” she put the bottle on the desk, “Argentinian Malbec, some of the finest produced.”

#Convos #Convo:Regina #regalxmills #Mayor's Office #Daytime #Settling The Accounts

[choosebelief-blog]

clueless about one’s origins | henry & regina.

@regalxmills

Henry’s seen Ferris Bueller. Or — at least part of Ferris Bueller. Okay, he saw a poster for a reshowing at Storybrooke’s movie theatre that never ended up actually panning about, but he feels like he’s seen it because of how much he’s heard people talk about it. Everyone knows what the movie’s about: this guy skips school, ends up in all these cool adventures. So how come when Henry tries it, he just ends up at the park? It’d probably be cooler, Henry admits, pulling off another chunk of sandwich, if he wasn’t spending his impromptu day off with some ducks. Whatever; it’s not like they care, so long as he keeps sacrificing his lunch to them. 

Maybe that’s part of the reason why he wound up here. If he’d shown up at school with his coat still reeking from the stuff Thomas’d spilled on it the night before, there’d be...questions. A lot of questions, and questions mean trouble, which means another stupid house visit, which means another house, period. He doesn’t want another house; his foster dad’s useless, but it’s not like Henry’s a kid or anything; he can take care of himself. He can skip out on school and know Thomas won’t even care; ‘s not a bad thing, sometimes, to not be noticed.

Henry offers the last piece of lunch to the ducks before he rises back to his feet, taking in the park around him and trying to figure his next move. It’s less What would Ferris Bueller do? than it is Where else can I go where no one’ll think it’s weird to see a fourteen-year-old out in the middle of the week in the middle of the day?, so the question’s got more of an answer that’s eluding him. The rest of the park’s not offering up inspiration either: there’s some old people out on walks, and some parents pushing around their babies or corralling their toddlers. Unless Henry wants to go hang out at a nursing home or a daycare, there’s not a whole lot of other options right out here in front of him.

He’s still trying to pull some idea from the thin air around him when his staring catches sight of something tumbling out from the bottom of one of the babies’ carriages as it rattles past him. Bending down after it, Henry realizes it’s just one of those stuffed animals, stuff that every baby’s supposed to get...but. If it disappears, that’s just a whole part of the kid’s past that’s gone without any answers. 

It sucks — and it pulls Henry to run out after them, holding the toy tightly in his hand.“Hey!” He’s skidding to a stop in front of them, the run and the chill flushing his cheeks. “Uh — you, uh - this. It fell out.”

#regalxmills #— thread: clueless about one's origins. #tried to keep this as ungodmoddy as possible! #may and/or may not have succeeded - hoping that forces of gravity are excluded

[noholdsbaird-blog]

Winter Wonderland

Harry looked up at the sky as he felt the first snowflake land on his nose, floating down between the branches of the tree he’d climbed. It would be the last time for at least a few days that he’d be able to visit this spot in the woods, given the snowstorm that was being forecast and he was sad for it. It was a place for solitude, for contentment, and he had stolen away to get the last vestige of peace he’d have for a few days. He glanced down at the book he’d been recommended by the sweet lady in the bookstore (@true-loves-kiss-opens-door), running a thumb over the bookmark sticking out of the top. Being able to come out here and hide from the world was becoming an increasingly enjoyable pastime, especially since he’d had to give his dog away. At least he knew his beloved pet was safe with the Sheriff (@aloneswan), although he was certain Maria (@hcldinghope)would have taken just as good care of him had he never stolen the poor thing away in the first place.

As childish as it was, he stuck his tongue out in the air to catch the next snowflake, and the next, those first few giving way to a deluge of snow drifting through the air. The wind had been picking up for a while, howling like a wolf in the forest, and Harry knew his time was up. He wouldn’t get to hang out with Paige (@hatterxtrick) for the foreseeable future, and he knew his mother was worried. She’d spent the last few days since Mayor Mill’s (@regalxmills) broadcast, talking about moving into the school to share what they had and brave out the storm somewhere safer instead. The idea of spending longer than he had to at school wasn’t overly appealing, but he knew he’d have to go along if that was what his parents decided.

“Fuck you, Fiona,” he mumbled to himself and the oncoming storm, allowing himself the opportunity to swear to the air. It wasn’t like anyone else could hear him, he figured as he hopped down from the low-hanging branch to land with a soft thud. Time to head home.

#drabble: winter wonderland #one shot: winter wonderland #//i couldn't resist

[true-loves-kiss-opens-door-blog]

Preparations || Aubrie Wooler, One Shot

The morning is like any other mid-autumn morning in a small town in Eastern Maine.

Chilly.

Rainy.

Quaint.

People scurry from warm, dry homes to work and school, a sea of water resistant jackets and umbrellas flooding the town. The laughter of children on their way to school, jumping in – or around – the numerous puddles fills the air, seeping into the quietness of The Library. A fresh pot of Irish Breakfast tea steams behind the counter, beside it a plate of warmed croissants rests under a glass dome. Rain splashes against the numerous windows, running towards weathered wood in streams formed from the droplets.

Curled in her oversized chair, Brie sips at the mug of tea wrapped in her hands, her thoughts drifting to the past few days. Miner’s Day had been an eventful festival this year, to say the least, and in a way, it amazed her to think that not many people seemed phased by the events. She herself was still coming to terms with everything that had occurred.

Killian (@pickyourpoisonflorist) would be okay. Her visit with him in the hospital had been nice. He had seemed pleased to see her, and to her it seemed as though they were on the way to being friends. It was a nice thought, friends with the town florist. She didn’t know why, but a part of her expected to have a strained relationship with whomever ran the flower shop. Silly, she thought. The man was not only pleasant but was intelligent and had a sense of humor. Brie was glad he wasn’t dying.

Jefferson (@if-you-onlyknew) was a bit…strange. It wasn’t a bad thing, she had come to find out, but it was the truth. At times, she felt as though they had met before and it certainly seemed that way in conversations with him. She wasn’t sure why, but there was a remarkable calmness she felt when around him. Like even though he might be dangerous, he wasn’t dangerous to her. Which again was silly. What was dangerous about a hermit millionaire?

Paige (@hatterxtrick) was a blessing to be around. The girl had stumbled into her shop one afternoon before the actual festival. A visit for a book had turned into time spent drinking tea and arranging for knitting lessons for the teen. Her visit had awoken the need for companionship in Brie, and she was thankful the girl seemed open to continuing the lessons and seeing if she enjoyed the craft. Paige had even introduced her to the Mayor (@regalxmills) during the festival. The woman seemed nothing like rumors of the town suggested and had a beautiful baby. What had surprised her was that Paige was the daughter of Jefferson. In a small town, it was kind of amazing that such a secret had managed to be kept from the general population for so many years.

The teen brought Brie’s musings to a halt. During the power outage, she had heard bits of a conversation between father and daughter in between the miscommunication occurring between herself and Joseph. It seemed as though the girl had a birthday approaching. Within a few days. The event made Brie want to do something for her. All teenage girls should enjoy a special party, even if it was just a few people. She didn’t know her well enough to invite her friends from school, or even her adopted parents, but a small dinner party would work.

Yes, it would work nicely.

She could make a tray of her special meat lasagna, serve it with garlic twists and a lovely garden salad. Nothing that would take much to shop for or time to arrange. The same with a cake. Perhaps a marble layer cake with buttercream icing; the safest choice when she didn’t know the girl’s favorite cake flavor.

The whole event needed to be a surprise though. Brie felt it would make it more special for the girl than telling her outright. She’d host it on Thursday evening. Invite the girl ahead of time to stay for a meal after their knitting lesson. As she racked her brain for schedules, she didn’t think Joseph (@Macavoy-stiltskin) had mentioned anything he had going on with the church, and after all that had occurred with between them since Miner’s Day, she wanted him there. In an unspoken way, it could be their first dinner party together for whatever was developing.

That thought made a giddy giggle escape her lips as she reached into the pocket of her jeans to pull out her phone. Unlocking it, she scrolled to her messaging app and opened a new message, her fingers moving across the screen as she typed a text to Joseph inquiring not only if he was free on Thursday evening for dinner, but also if he would reach out to Jefferson and invite him as well. She hesitated for only a second before adding an X B at the end.

@pickyourpoisonflorist @hatterxtrick @macavoy-stiltskin @regalxmills @if-you-onlyknew

#preparations #one shot #true-loves-kiss-opens-door

[broken-white-boi-no1]

Fall Out || Regina & Paige

The need to escape was necessary. Her senses somewhat numb as Paige flees from the docks of the harbor. Alternating between a brisk jog and power walking, she knows returning to the Skovbye’s isn’t an option. Doing so would mean having to admit they were right in some respect and the teenager had no intention of eating crow just yet.

But where? Where could she turn? The good Padre would out her to the couple she was forced to stay with. She could go to Brie… but then Brie would call him and he was the last person she wanted to see at the moment. There was Emma, but then was this exactly a legal matter?

Paige slows her pace as she thinks this over. Best assessing her situation in the short amount of time she has to make things clear in her fragile state. Talking to Emma was inevitable. Of course how she’d be going to her looking like an indecisive teenager. One minute she loves him. The next minute… what exactly did she feel for him other than anger and resentment at the moment. There was no denying under the facade of their relationship that no matter how temporary it was still nice to feel wanted. To be seen. To even be loved.

Did I over react?

“He lied!” Paige has to verbally remind herself. All of it was a lie so that meant him loving her must be too. Was she this unloveable that everyone she thought did care for her was all just false sincerity?

The tears she’d been holding back spill over and pool down her face, she doesn’t even care that her makeup is being smeared and ruined. The ache in her chest and her anger finds her standing in the middle of the sidewalk in the middle of town crying.

She needs to escape and she needs to talk. Both require her to keep some distance between both him and the Skovbye’s. Having weighed all her options only one person remains. And one that also happens to have connections.

Paige quickly wipes her eyes with her fingertips, sniffing and blinking back tears, whatever it took to regain the composure lost. She opens her messenger bag to sift through the junk inside till she reaches her phone. A few steps, or really shuffling her boots along the cement sidewalk, Paige types out text after searching through her starred contacts and finally settles on Regina: Hey, Gina can I come over? I REALLY need to talk.

@regalxmills

#fall out #regalxmills #im still paige fml skovbye #can someone gimme plums to help my memory #plummmmssss

[broken-white-boi-no1]

Interview || Regina & Paige

Day 1 of the curse

Discarding the items at her house, Paige was eager to skedaddle. Wrapping a cowl scarf around her neck she’d snatched up along with some of her faux leather fingerless gloves. They weren’t so much for function as fashion, but they made it easier to check phone notifications and freed her to take pictures with haste. 

This odd need to explore struck her as she adjusted the cowl on her neck to free up her camera strap around her neck as she takes the camera in her hands and finds something that steals her attention away from her objective: the Mayor’s house. A few clicks at the random she lets it drop to her chest then shoves her hands into her pockets to ward off this stagnant chill and fog refusing to lift.

Paige steps off the curb and trudges across the street and in the direction of the where the elite lived in Storybrooke, that included Mayor Mills and her new daughter Robyn. To which she now on her way to try and convince she was more than capable in caring for the child for a few hours whenever the Mayor needed to get away from single mom’dom.

Over and over she’d rehearsed what she would say, but not once had she ever recalled a conversation with the town’s elected, per Killian she keeps getting reelected but not having any care for politics or voting, it is of little consequence. Her only care at the moment is whether she can get a job to help support her hobby. Having to go to her parents every month for money was starting to annoy them as she refused to show them anything she ever produced out of her little dark room. She supposes it was nice enough that they allowed her to have that. Then that also meant her and her roller coaster emotions was out of their hair. A win-win.

Stepping up to the front gate, Nice! she thinks as she runs a finger along the black matte iron. Passing through and up the walkway, her boots shuffling along till she reaches the front door and brings a hand up and hooks a few fingers in the door knocker. Tap, tap, tap. Then returns her hand to her pocket and awaits a welcome in, if the Mayor doesn’t slam the door in her face. 

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#regalxmills #interview