bakerstreet | Morning After Meme

[Well, Regina, last night it seems you made some really bad choices. It would be one thing if the feeling weren't unbelievably mutual, but there's only so much hate-eyefucking that can exist before something gives.

Or maybe it was a spell. How the fuck do I know how this happened. It just did.]

Well, that was an eye-opening experience. [An eye-opening experience that he's already half-dressed and ready to forget.. as soon as he finds where the rest of his suit went... And his shoe... And his cane. What? Were you expecting spooning?]

[ she doesn't have an immediate snappy response for that, from where she lays with the rumpled (lolwordplay) sheets drawn up over her loosely. maybe because he's right and it pisses her off. maybe because he beat her to the snappy punch and that pisses her off. maybe because she's used to being the one that gets what she wants from someone in bed and then hops out first, and the reversal is made all the more discomforting by who's doing it. after all, it's always been about power games between them two of them, and this hasn't been any different.

she turns her gaze slowly towards him, lip curved up in a practiced sneer that effectively conveys all of her annoyance. especially at the part where she actually enjoyed herself somewhere in there, as much as she enjoys anything anymore. ] Maybe an eye-opening experience, but one about which your lips had best be sealed, Gold. [ that was a threat, by the way. they work better when you're not naked. fun fact. ]

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[Deals are incredibly intimate. For quite a long time, there were his only window to any sort of intimacy. People give themselves over quite willingly when they want something and for someone so closed off, it was that little sense of belonging to the world again. Hate, fear, disgust- all well and good, but when they call, you come running, because isn't that the beauty of it? That they need that which they hate most.

Yes, some part of him enjoyed this. Enjoyed sick, depraved need and power games taken a natural step further, but while those darker days are far from over, the time for following down them with Regina are long gone (maybe once, maybe before she became exactly the same woman her mother was). He's content to use her when it suits a purpose, but their history is not a pleasant one and their story has no decent ending.

Bitter history, however, has nothing to do with his own frustration. It feels like losing somehow to let it get this far. He drew away from true love. True lust isn't an acceptable replacement.]

That would imply I wanted this to be town gossip, Your Majesty. [He fishes his shoe out from under the bed.] Incidentally, I hope you don't mind if I leave through the door. Climbing out the window was always the Sheriff's manner of exit, wasn't it? Can't imagine that going well.

[Why yes, he will make petty jibes to combat her threats.]

[ Petty, but enough of a sore spot to sour her expression further, as she slings her legs off the other side of the bed and reaches for the undergarments in disarray on the floor. She speaks in an annoyed monotone as she slips her black bra on. ] Your sense of comedic timing is as sharp as ever, I see. [ TOO SOON, Gold. TOO SOON. ]

I'd hate for you to throw out a hip, trying to shimmy down the drainpipe. [ She spots his cane poking out from beneath the bed on her side, and slyly slides it further underneath, out of sight, as she continues getting dressed. While half of her wants to hurry him out of here as fast as humanly possible and get to forgetting this ever happened, there's that other part that is enraged by his dismissal and determined to get the upper hand before he leaves.

Guess which part tends to be loudest. ]

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[Luckily (or unluckily, because it is a fairly nice blow to her precious ego that he rarely sees her as anything more than that fluffy little kitten he dug out of her mother's chokehold), she can't see the amused face he's making as he tries to dig out the other shoe. He's not even going to question the completely haphazard way everything's thrown about. At some point, he's fairly certain they were going to murder each other through forceful removal of clothing before actually getting to the act, itself.]

That would be an interesting tale to tell Sheriff Swan, wouldn't it? [He turns back to look at her, punctuating the fact that petty jibes aside, this really isn't something either them wants broadcasted and that whatever they decide to do about how best to exit the situation best be as subtle as possible.] I doubt she'd be surprised, but it's what comes after the revelation that gets under my skin a bit. [To be fair, if he actually cared, he'd probably doubt that no one would be surprised that it happened, just that it wasn't happening before and that nothing exploded in the aftermath. He still reserves the right to want to keep it private, if for nothing else, for Belle's sake.]

[ she swipes her dress off the chair beside the bed and steps into it, dragging it up over her curves and shrugging her arms through. ] Well, if that happens, you're going to have to scratch out that itch on your own. [ as opposed to your itch for lusty evil hate sex. as she reaches behind her to tug up the zipper, she wonders exactly what she's fishing for, but dismisses it. it's probably better for her to not wrap her head around her fucked up daddy issues and desire for his approval. especially considering the circumstances. but it doesn't negate her frustration with not receiving it. ]

[Give him half an inch and he'll take it the whole crooked mile.]

You know, I know why I'm a bit miffed it came to this- pleasurable waste of an hour that was. [He grabs his shirt from somewhere on the floor. That... definitely had buttons before. Good job, Regina. He has to roll his eyes at that.] I can't imagine what's ailing you about it.

[They both gave in. It was a thing. He's pissed, because he has someone, a perfectly good someone that he is taking everything slowly with because he's petrified, but he still went to Regina and he let this happen and liked it for a little while (and it wasn't even just her, but the fact that he could be dark and evil and twisted and no one would care because no one would see). It has a few things to do with her and his general distaste for her these days, but were it not for Belle, he'd be laughing right now through it all. Right where they belonged, indeed.]

[ it's only fair, gold, seeing as how her attempts to close her dress are thwarted by the zipper having been ripped halfway up. she scowls a bit with her back to him, but whatever, at least now she's clothed enough to feel in control of things. especially when he gives her an opening like that. he might be trying to ferret out what's got her goat, but she whirls to face him with that cold, cruel smile of hers intact, eyes glowing with a momentary victory. ] You're worried about her finding out. Aren't you? [ the gloating in her voice makes it clear she finds that hilarious blackmail material if there ever was any. ]

[He frowns only just enough to show it got to him for a fraction of a second and then he's back to work finding where his jacket got off to, using her nightstand for support, all the while taking everything in casual stride, now that she's on to why he's annoyed.] No more worried about it than you're worried about suffering the some fate as dear Snow. [A beat.] Does it lose something if the man in question isn't married or does being in bed with the most powerful man in town make it seem like you're compensating for something?

[ I AM RUBBER YOU ARE GLUE can they be any more five years old right now. ] Please. I could care less what shades they want to paint my reputation in [ not entirely true, yay being a mom. ] but they already distrust both of us. The last thing we need is for them to see this as evidence of the kind of alliance this has never really been. [ as in, one where they actually want the same evil goals, and don't constantly try to just screw each other over incidentally along the way ]

[Now that he's mostly fully dressed, he can actually properly stand up- sort of wobbly as he puts his weight on his good leg. And now he can be properly smug.] Oh, you mean like the kind we used to have. Before we came to this world. Back when your murky [he waves his hand about in a so-so gesture] reputation was only a bit cloudy.

[That kind never ended in sex or did it. The world may never know. Either way it still ended where this one began and it's going to remain what it is. They're not in any position to bring the old days back. They walked darker paths then and now it's a merciless game of ruining each other's light.

He looks wistful for a moment.] My. Where does the time go?

[ until recently? it went ROUND AND ROUND, that's where. ] Don't change the subject. [ s-so testy ] There's a back door. Maybe we'll both be lucky, and there won't be any left alive to see you leave. [ because zombies ]

[You hid his cane. He has this incredibly expectant look on his face like he knows you did it and he will not leave until he gets it back, so clearly you're doomed to have this conversation.]

Give into old whims and suddenly you're too good to reminisce, dearie?

Is that what this is? Nostalgia? [ whether she means this conversation or this whole hate-sex thing, who knows ]

Maybe. Or maybe it's just a friendly reminder that despite what we or anyone else may think of us and how we might finally make good on everything, we are always going to be what we are.

[Sometimes he needs the reminder. He needs it because he keeps losing everything he loves and he wants to feel guilty for it so he can stand up, brush himself off, and try again. It's a vicious endless cycle, but gods alive, he will not make this journey alone. If he has to rip himself in two to remind himself that he deserves every awful thing that he gets and that his pithy attempts to be better might actually end with nothing to show, then Regina will be right there with him. They deserve each other.

Maybe in the end, they'll be the only things they deserve. This isn't just about nostalgia. This is about bracing for the impact.]

I'd hardly consider this identity-defining for either of us. [ she grabs a pillow from the ground to toss back onto the bed angrily, and then another. fluff pours out one poor torn end, however, and she scowls before tossing it back on the floor. ] It was a mistake, yes. But the only person I can see getting hurt out of this besides you or me? Is your little Belle. [ she wheels on him again, suddenly. ]

So maybe you're half right. It proves that you'll never be content with your sweet, innocent little true love, because she's not enough for you.

[It's been harder to stagger menacingly up to someone, but Gold makes an effort and ends up all but half-kneeling on the bed, teeth bared.] If you're going to insist on bringing her into this, then need I remind you of your precious stable boy?

[They are here, exactly where they belong and where they will always be. Together. And they'll hate it and they'll destroy each other. And maybe tonight, Gold will go back to Belle and, maybe later, he'll find Bae and find actual happiness with him, but it will be fleeting. It will end. He will be right back at Regina's door, cursing her name with every kiss.]

It isn't that they aren't enough. It's that we don't get to keep them. That's our tragedy, dearie. All roads end here. [He puts a bit more weight on the bed, leaning over so he's only a few inches from her face.] Now may I have my cane? Please.

[He doesn't care that they don't work. Old habits and all.]

[ of course he has to bring up daniel. but she can't let herself compare what happened to him to what gold's done to lose belle, time and time again. the old fool had lost her through carelessness, through insecurity and self-doubt, through his own weakness, when nothing should have been able to hurt him.

daniel had been ripped from her savagely. she was being forced to cope without him, lost.

gold was the one who couldn't help from shooting himself in the foot.

speaking of which, her lip curls into a disgusted sneer even as her eyes trace down his face, not drawing away. part of her wants to get in that last word, kiss him again and remind him that he's the weak one for destroying his love while it still lives. but she's not about to give him the satisfaction, and instead she abruptly kicks the cane beneath the bed, hard, and it goes spinning out the other side.

she leans even closer, and smiles coldly. ]

Fetch.

[He holds her gaze for a few more hateful, precious seconds, looking at her like he can read her mind, like he knows every thought and he knows what she thinks of him, probably because it's mirrored in his own head. But it doesn't matter, because they're both pathetic in their own little ways.

And misery loves company, regardless of what they do to remain miserable.

When he pulls back, it's with an icy, tight smile.] Much obliged. [A tense pause and then:] Your majesty.

[ she glares back, feeling a sudden hollowness swelling inside her as he prepares to leave. of all the ridiculous emotions to feel now, this is the worst.

when even gold walks away from her, the only person left in her same miserable boat, she can't deny she really is alone.

so she comforts herself with the hideous thought that he'll be back, once he's finished smashing his chances with belle to pieces. she turns to the window. ]

Don't let Henry see you.

It will be as if I was never here.

[Which as much a promise to her as it is to himself. He can quip with the best of them, but now that they're parting and he's on his way towards the door- the deal done and the price divyed between them- he can go back to pretending for five minutes.

It will come back around, as it always does.

But that comes later.]

Morning After Meme

Zombies happened in that last shippy thread. This was inevitable.

welp. now that thread has a goal.

We are so legit

memeception.

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