Drabbletag - Gold
Title: Like Golden Armour
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Gold
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Regina/Abigail
Rating: PG
Word count: 250
King Midas’s attempts to gain her protection are pathetic to watch, although Regina finds amusement in his suffering. Too proud to bow and scrape before her, yet too desperate to return to his kingdom without her aid. He truly does make quite the picture, head held high, but with distressed and darting eyes.
He gives colourful speeches about royal duty and comradeship between their kingdoms, as if Regina does not rule absolutely, as if she would ever need his aid. He plies her with gold jewellery as if he is offering her a great gift, when his limited magic means to give up such a treasure is as much a difficulty to him as bequeathing her a pile of rocks.
The only pretty little trinket of worth is his daughter.
Princess Abigail drifts through Regina’s castle like a wraith, a haughty look on her face that hides the tragedy in her eyes. It is a mask Regina knows only too well, and she finds her gaze drawn to the other woman, intrigued by the sneer she wears like armour.
By day, King Midas pleads his case.
By night, Regina explores the touch of Abigail’s lips.
Abigail does not completely thaw for her, as the ice in her veins is too cold, born of the same sense of loss which haunts Regina as well. But she softens, welcoming Regina’s company with sincerity.
They mourn lost loves with the press of their bodies, an act Regina considers more priceless than any gold.
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Gold
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Regina/Abigail
Rating: PG
Word count: 250
King Midas’s attempts to gain her protection are pathetic to watch, although Regina finds amusement in his suffering. Too proud to bow and scrape before her, yet too desperate to return to his kingdom without her aid. He truly does make quite the picture, head held high, but with distressed and darting eyes.
He gives colourful speeches about royal duty and comradeship between their kingdoms, as if Regina does not rule absolutely, as if she would ever need his aid. He plies her with gold jewellery as if he is offering her a great gift, when his limited magic means to give up such a treasure is as much a difficulty to him as bequeathing her a pile of rocks.
The only pretty little trinket of worth is his daughter.
Princess Abigail drifts through Regina’s castle like a wraith, a haughty look on her face that hides the tragedy in her eyes. It is a mask Regina knows only too well, and she finds her gaze drawn to the other woman, intrigued by the sneer she wears like armour.
By day, King Midas pleads his case.
By night, Regina explores the touch of Abigail’s lips.
Abigail does not completely thaw for her, as the ice in her veins is too cold, born of the same sense of loss which haunts Regina as well. But she softens, welcoming Regina’s company with sincerity.
They mourn lost loves with the press of their bodies, an act Regina considers more priceless than any gold.