Mary Margret's gaze was faceted on Emma as she spoke. Certain words puncturing through even further, this third time. Not from Regina or David, but Emma. Emma, who'd been clear and honest with her this whole time. He left her...to actually make a choice...and he has....What more...
Her hazel eyes flicked to Emma's desk and the donuts box, resting only for seconds, but not seeing anything. Nothing but David. Talking to her. Calm and insistent. Every time. Continuing to come. No matter what she said. Single minded and focused the whole time. For her.
The way he'd looked at her. Every single time. The way she'd felt when she thought he was dead. When Kathryn first appeared. Or when she'd resigned. Or every time he'd smiled that slightly crooked, perfect, smile.
Hope had been deadly. Had been unwelcome. So long. Battering at the bars of her denial the whole way.Her foundation felt like it was swooshing air. Not just words. Left Kathryn. He'd chosen her.
Regina's words like ice tried to bite in, a swarm of dark whispers like a consuming cloud, and she swallowed leaning against the desk. If she -- if they (he'd said, if you choose us) -- Regina had already made her opinion clear. Sharp opinions and blazing accusations. Of what this choice would make her.
Except Emma. Doubt touched her expression as she half sat on the edge of Emma's desk, finally seeming to sink down both in her thoughts and from all the erratic movement. Still looking at the desk, thinking of things they'd said only last night.
"Given her new friendship with Kathryn, I don't think Regina would be happy."
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Date: 2012-05-16 12:45 am (UTC)Her hazel eyes flicked to Emma's desk and the donuts box, resting only for seconds, but not seeing anything. Nothing but David. Talking to her. Calm and insistent. Every time. Continuing to come. No matter what she said. Single minded and focused the whole time. For her.
The way he'd looked at her. Every single time. The way she'd felt when she thought he was dead. When Kathryn first appeared. Or when she'd resigned. Or every time he'd smiled that slightly crooked, perfect, smile.
Hope had been deadly. Had been unwelcome. So long. Battering at the bars of her denial the whole way.Her foundation felt like it was swooshing air. Not just words. Left Kathryn. He'd chosen her.
Regina's words like ice tried to bite in, a swarm of dark whispers like a consuming cloud, and she swallowed leaning against the desk. If she -- if they (he'd said, if you choose us) -- Regina had already made her opinion clear. Sharp opinions and blazing accusations. Of what this choice would make her.
Except Emma. Doubt touched her expression as she half sat on the edge of Emma's desk, finally seeming to sink down both in her thoughts and from all the erratic movement. Still looking at the desk, thinking of things they'd said only last night.
"Given her new friendship with Kathryn, I don't think Regina would be happy."