Tamsin and Regina
Tamsin, 6/21/2015
Tamsin sat at the bar far longer than she should have, considering she wasn’t even drinking. The Dal Riata was alive tonight, ripe with laughter, friendly rivalries and some not so friendly pool games yet it made no difference to her. Not tonight. She was miles away.
‘How could this have happened,’ she thought to herself. She could cry at the lack of restraint she had shown the other night, but that was neither here nor there anymore. What’s done is done. ‘Should I tell her? Will she care?’
She forced her eyes towards the back of the back, to the pool table that had unofficially become ‘their’ table, and watched as Bo trailed her fingers down Lauren’s arm. She smiled at her with a predatory glint in her eyes, making Lauren turn red and quivery. Tamsin wanted to hurl, the display was more painful to watch than she really would have thought it to be. Bo looked over and caught her eye, and for a moment, she could have sworn she seen something there that was... maybe more, almost a hint of… but in a flash, it was gone. Bo gave her a weak smile and then turned away from her.
“I’m going to swing from the chandelier/
From the chandelier, from the chandelierrrrrr/
I’m going to live like tomorrow doesn’t existttt-“
Tamsin didn’t give the phone much thought as she slipped it out of her pocket, she couldn’t hear who it was and she barely gave the screen a glace as her thumb hit the answer button.
“Hello?” she yelled, trying to be heard over the din of the bar. She turned her head ever so slightly, watching Bo once more out of the corner of her eye, heart heavy.
“Tamsin?” came the soft soprano voice, the gentle whisper of her name focusing Tamsin in an instant.
“Regina? Is… is that you,” she stood, her body on high alert. It had been so long. Too long in her opinion.
“I need you Tamsin. I-“
“I’m on my way,” she replied without hesitation, cutting her off. She didn’t bother to hang up the phone in her haste, putting it her back pocket.
She threw her leather jacket off and without a thought for those around her, drew her massive wings forth, stretching and flexing them. People around her gasped and she could hear the wonder in their voices. She paused for a moment and smirked, sparing one last glance behind her, finding Bo staring at her, before she turned and walked out, the night wind surrounding her as she shot into the starry night and headed south.
Back in the bar, Bo stayed looking at the door Tamsin just walked out of, as Lauren and Dyson racked up the balls for another game of pool. She heard Kenzie yelling for her and she sighed, a quiet, sad little noise and turned back to the game, leaving her thoughts of Tamsin for another time.
*lost girl*once upon a time*lost girl*once upon a time*lost girl*once upon a time*
Regina, 6.21.15
She and Emma had never exclusively talked about having more kids. They were young into their precarious relationship, one that was still only privy to Emma, Henry and herself. She was pretty sure the Charming’s had a vague idea that something was going on but thus far, it was only officially between them. Henry might claim that this was a long time coming, for Emma and Regina, it had only just become an option a few months ago. They had only made love a handful of times; and while they were very, hot, sensuous, soul shattering love making sessions, they still carried an underlining current of frailty. So Regina had stared at the pregnancy stick for hours, silent and unmoving, uncertain of what this would mean for them.
Hours later, as she watched Emma’s face contort with anger and confusion, she knew.
Regina walked in to 108 Milffin, unaware of the tempest brewing inside. She smiled softly to herself, placing her hand over her abdomen, thinking about the little miracle growing in there. She kept picturing her little girl, whether she’d have Emma’s greenish blueish eyes and her dark locks. She would be a powerful witch, there would be no doubt of that. She wandered further in her house, almost running smack into the blond who was pacing her kitchen. Emotions, turbulent and hot, swirled around her girlfriend.
“Emma?” Regina cautiously asked. Emma looked at her, a sort of sadness and rage simmering in her beautiful eyes.
“Regina... Care to tell me what the hell this is?” She threw the little white stick at her face, her magic reacting before she even really wrapped her mind around what was happening, catching the pregnancy stick mid-air. Anger quickly flared inside her, her eyes narrowing.
“Ms. Swan, you’d be wise to let your temper cool and consider a different approach to questioning me, one that doesn’t involve throwing items at me,” she warned, poofing the pregnancy stick back to her drawer.
“What the fuck Regina!? How could you do this to me?” Emma balefully groaned. Regina stood rooted in place, facing the entrance to her kitchen, mind racing.
“How dare you assume that me being with child means that I have stepped outside of the sacred boundaries of our relationship? How dare you presume that I would betray you by sleeping with someone else? Did you pause to think that this child is yours? We are two powerful witches as you already know, conceiving a baby together is mere child's play,” she hissed. She was so mad, she could barely contain the static magic crackling around her.
Emma paused her pacing, whipping around to face Regina.
“You expect me to believe that its mine? Wouldn't we need to have True Love or some other bullshit magical mumbo jumbo?” Emma scoffed, her own magic surfacing. She shook her head at Regina, and in a swirl of white, poofed away, leaving her alone to cry tears she wasn’t even aware of. She placed her hand on her stomach again, and shakily pulled out her phone.