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𝘰𝘩, that’s adorable. you 𝘢𝘳𝘦. ❪ head tilts, manicured digits rising to smooth back a stray wisp of blonde. she’s positively radiating from satisfaction. ❫ why ?
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〝 yes, well, you appear to be part of the small minority that shares the same sentiment. 〞 slender digits tuck a lock of ebony behind her ear, offering a strained smile that is, for once, genuine. 〝 still settled on vanilla ? 〞
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head tilts, listening intently to every word that fell from the glossed brims before her until she has to force herself to look away. suffice to say that she had heard the ‘regina’s changed’ speech several times before, the
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“well,” the former queen shrugs, a smile tugging at the corners of perfectly painted lips. small, but genuine. “i am not most people. and i don’t think you, nor anyone, ⃕
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compassionate acknowledgement, however brief, of her former self evokes an unnerving twinge deep in her chest.
for a moment, regina’s walls come crumbling down, until she nods once with a struggled clearing of her throat.
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they always will.
〝 most people seem to be under the impression that i deserve to be just that, 〞swallowing thickly, her gaze flickers upward, now faintly glazed. god, how pathetic … 〝 perhaps i do. 〞
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the apology causes her to flinch for some inexplicable reason, brows knitting as she remains silent for several long moments. sympathy never settled well with regina, and even now those rare moments still unnerve her.
perhaps
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“because,” brows pinch together, ivory features morph into a state of confusion, however briefly. “you’re upset?”
hand drops, settling around the handles of her birkin———at least she ⃕