Regina Mills (
st_oriedqueen) wrote in
strangetrip2017-10-06 01:18 pm
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
[GP] All we can do is learn to swim
Grief is like the ocean; it comes on waves ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm, and sometimes it is overwhelming. All we can do is learn to swim. - Vicki Harrison
"You're sure?" Regina already knew the answer but demanding that Sam tell her what she already knew satisfied something petty in her. Or maybe just something hurt that hoped he'd have a different answer than her locator spell had already provided.
"Yeah." Sam half-rolled his eyes at her as he leaned across the pink bar counter to grab bottles of beer from the Silver Bar ice bin -- probably the results of Rebekah's last work-effort at the Inn -- for himself and his newly arrived companion.
Briefly, Regina considered burning a hole in the seat of his jeans, but it wouldn't bring Rebekah or any of the absent ones back. Instead, she took refuge in straightening her A-line and walking around the stylish counter Sam lay across like he was surfing the waves of grief. She took down a bottle of pointlessly pricey champagne, and then found the precise cut-crystal glasses Rebekah and Miss Fisher had preferred for their afternoon indulgences. She poured herself a glass and one for the person who dared her openly bitter expression.
"So who all are we missing?" they both said at once, glared at each other and sighed. They both knew the answers, in their own way and for their own reasons. And neither of them wanted to say.
Rebekah Mikaelson. Henry Winchester. Jack Robinson. Phryne Fisher. Dorothy Williams. Angua von Uberwald. Jaime Vegas. Harry Dresden. Lydia Martin. Raleigh Becket. Yasmeen. Joanna Beauchamp. Constance Bonacieux D'Artagnan. Lindsey McDonald.
"Grief is like the ocean," Sam clearly quoted from some fucking where, and Regina tuned him out until he added, "All we can do is learn to swim. Rebekah told me that."
Now Regina rolled her eyes; they weren't friends. "Shut up, Sam."
"You're sure?" Regina already knew the answer but demanding that Sam tell her what she already knew satisfied something petty in her. Or maybe just something hurt that hoped he'd have a different answer than her locator spell had already provided.
"Yeah." Sam half-rolled his eyes at her as he leaned across the pink bar counter to grab bottles of beer from the Silver Bar ice bin -- probably the results of Rebekah's last work-effort at the Inn -- for himself and his newly arrived companion.
Briefly, Regina considered burning a hole in the seat of his jeans, but it wouldn't bring Rebekah or any of the absent ones back. Instead, she took refuge in straightening her A-line and walking around the stylish counter Sam lay across like he was surfing the waves of grief. She took down a bottle of pointlessly pricey champagne, and then found the precise cut-crystal glasses Rebekah and Miss Fisher had preferred for their afternoon indulgences. She poured herself a glass and one for the person who dared her openly bitter expression.
"So who all are we missing?" they both said at once, glared at each other and sighed. They both knew the answers, in their own way and for their own reasons. And neither of them wanted to say.
Rebekah Mikaelson. Henry Winchester. Jack Robinson. Phryne Fisher. Dorothy Williams. Angua von Uberwald. Jaime Vegas. Harry Dresden. Lydia Martin. Raleigh Becket. Yasmeen. Joanna Beauchamp. Constance Bonacieux D'Artagnan. Lindsey McDonald.
"Grief is like the ocean," Sam clearly quoted from some fucking where, and Regina tuned him out until he added, "All we can do is learn to swim. Rebekah told me that."
Now Regina rolled her eyes; they weren't friends. "Shut up, Sam."
Snow White - OTA
Finding Lindsey was gone was... well, the feelings as far as she could tell were rather mixed. She didn't know how she was going to handle the horses all by herself, but damned if she couldn't try. Lindsey was a snake, but as there hadn't been any reason or advantage to hurting her, he had not. And he'd let her be. He was a snake, but he had not been the worst.
Yasmeen, though.
Okay, okay, the girl would tell you for free that she didn't exactly like Yasmeen and she didn't think Yasmeen really much liked her either. But they had an understanding. And the woman had been there for her when Regina was not, when she'd had horrible dreams nightly. And now she was gone.
She had grown up a little, perhaps, to know it was probably for the best.
But the noise kept coming.
Re: Snow White - OTA
The noise was distinct even in the den he'd made himself, it made his ears twitch. Something, or someone was... in pain. That was what it sounded like. He shifted back into human form, slipped into a pair of jeans and a pulled on a shirt as he loped toward the sound.
He stopped in his tracks when he saw her.
"Shit," whatever it was that inspired this, he knew it wasn't good.
Re: Snow White - OTA
Re: Snow White - OTA
"I'm sure I wasn't who you were hoping to attract, but now that I'm here..." he wasn't sure why he was offering, or what he was offering. She was important to Regina, and despite his own inability to feel more deeply which had ended their liaison he certainly cared about the woman as much as he was capable of.
And because of that, cared about the girl as well.
Re: Snow White - OTA
Re: Snow White - OTA
The somewhat antagonistic friendship, and sexual relationship had started to become... more. More than he was capable of giving.
"You won't understand, but I did it so I wouldn't hurt her worse later."
Re: Snow White - OTA
Re: Snow White - OTA
Re: Snow White - OTA
Re: Snow White - OTA
Re: Snow White - OTA
Re: Snow White - OTA
Re: Snow White - OTA
Re: Snow White - OTA
Re: Snow White - OTA
Re: Snow White - OTA
Re: Snow White - OTA
Re: Snow White - OTA
Re: Snow White - OTA
Re: Snow White - OTA
Re: Snow White - OTA
Re: Snow White - OTA
Re: Snow White - OTA
Re: Snow White - OTA
Re: Snow White - OTA
The howl crept across his skin, sank into his soul and stood his hair on end -- and that was when he thought it was the blonde wolf girl. When he realized it was a human sound... he wanted to bolt, to vomit, to call down flame to kill what caused the hurt.
Instead, inexplicably, he moved toward it, as if somehow he'd known... Shitdamnfuck.
"Snow?"
Re: Snow White - OTA
It wasn't gone. It was still storming inside her. But she made herself keep it in, let it ricochet inside her like a misfired bullet. Her gaze was wide and wild, but she was, technically, quiet.
Re: Snow White - OTA
He rubbed a hand over his face and then gestured out in front of him. "Don't stop on my account. Nothing worse than having a scream trapped in your chest, scratching and clawing to get out." Hell, he'd join her if he could. That just wasn't his heart's sound.
Re: Snow White - OTA
Re: Snow White - OTA
With someone else, it wouldn't matter. The loss of a friend was the loss of a friend. But Snow wasn't like everyone else. She was more like him, before Zahra. Even after, some of the time.
"And something was a little bit better when she was here?"
Re: Snow White - OTA
Re: Snow White - OTA
Re: Snow White - OTA
Re: Snow White - OTA
Re: Snow White - OTA
Re: Snow White - OTA
Re: Snow White - OTA
Re: Snow White - OTA
Re: Snow White - OTA
Re: Snow White - OTA
They'd wandered far from the worn hiking trails following a rabbit track when suddenly a sound broke through that made Trinket growl and Vex nock an arrow before either of them realized they were doing it. On the broom Vex was as fast as Trinket, and they took off toward the sound at full speed. She was too far from the inn to send a Jenga over the earrings, but it didn't occur to her to do it anyway.
Vex and Trinket both drew up short when they came across the source of the sound rather than barrel into Snow when she might not even notice them in her anguish. Trinket sniffed the air for signs of anyone or anything else, muscles all bunched for an attack, and Vex scanned the area around them, but there was no one.
"Snow?" she said softly, not knowing whether the girl would hear but wanting to give some warning as Trinket lumbered up and flopped down beside Snow. He really was such a good bear.
Re: Snow White - OTA
Re: Snow White - OTA
Vex sat down on the other side of Trinket while he nuzzled at Snow, one hand kneading through his fur, as she waited for the tension to leech its way out of Snow's body.
Re: Snow White - OTA
Re: Snow White - OTA
"I'm sorry." She tried to think who Snow was close enough to to miss that fiercely, but all she could come up with was Lindsey and that wasn't right. They spent a lot of time in the stables, but Vex was pretty sure he wasn't close to anybody, especially not Snow.
Re: Snow White - OTA
Re: Snow White - OTA
Re: Snow White - OTA
Re: Snow White - OTA
Re: Snow White - OTA
Re: Snow White - OTA
Re: Snow White - OTA
Re: Snow White - OTA
Re: Snow White - OTA
Re: Snow White - OTA
Re: Snow White - OTA
Re: Snow White - OTA
Re: Snow White - OTA
Re: Snow White - OTA
Re: Snow White - OTA
no subject
So she left the hotel in search of Snow, a concerned expression resting on her features as she tried the most random spots she could think of in hopes of finding the other young woman.
Finally, it was the noise the caught her attention and gave her pause. With a frown, she followed it until she found the source. There was a brief sense of relief but it was quickly replaced by concern as she took a tentative step forward. "Snow?"
no subject
The noise stopped at once, like a faucet. It was all still there, still pressing to get out, but firmly and immediately held back.
Snow turned to look, and for the first time that day, felt relief. "You're still here," she croaked.
no subject
"I am." She confirmed before pressing her lips together. "When I couldn't see you, I started to get worried that you weren't. I've been trying to find you..."
no subject
no subject
no subject
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)