Clare Bell

Evelyn shrugs the comment about her drug use away. “I never partied with her, actually. She just took me the night I broke Kelly’s kitchen table and shattered things. I ran and nearly took Del’s head off with a trash can because I couldn’t get under control. So she gave me the weed to calm down. It’s medicinal, in a way. Not fun, just helps me keep the magic away."

Arms wrap around herself as she adds, “Plus I think Del actually works for my mom." Stating it that way in front of Clare—acknowledging Regina as her mother that way, seems strange and she doesn’t know how it makes her sister feel but she leaves the words as they are. Instead she shakes her head and continues on. “Del looks after me. I think Regina told her to. I’m only allowed out if mom or Del are with me. Of course, Regina apparently ‘had a talk’ with Del after she caught me coming back to the house high.

"Anyway," Evelyn looks up at Clare. “I trust Del well enough. She’s a bit rough but she means well. Kelly is a totally different story."

The seventeen year old finally stands, unable to resist the need to move somehow. She moves over to the small bookshelf to start rearranging the books that Regina had taken out and placed in the wrong slots as she continues to speak. “I accidentally exposed my magic to her when I tried to help Shelly. Kelly—Mom—freaked out even more over me. Told me to go to hell with Regina, that I wasn’t her daughter anymore. All of that. All the things I knew she’d say since I was eight and first realised what was wrong with me."

She arched an eyebrow as Evee talked about the lock-down she was under. That was the Evelyn she knew--never rock the boat, always do as she was told--Evee had always seemed the dutiful daughter. A realization struck her as she watched her baby sister cross to the bookshelf and begin to organize the books, clearly restless; Evee should have been the first born. She was the most responsible and controlled of any of the three girls. She would have made the perfect queen in training to Kelly's demanding instruction. Evee who always just wanted to please, to keep her head down, to make everyone happy... at least that how it had always seemed to Clare.

A shock of bitterness and anger shot through Clare surprising her with its ferocity. Clenching her fists she frowned trying to recall what her sister had just said, "You did magic in front of mother? Are you insane?" Clare stared at her sister trying to see if she understood what this meant, was she really that innocent and naive? Part of Clare knew Evelyn was looking for reassurance that their mother would get over it, or some other reaction that villainized Kelly for her reaction, but all the older girl could do was shake her head. "You don't get it, do you? As long as you were just Regina's birth daughter you were still a Bell, but now, now your tainted, poisoned, broken! She'll want to fix you, Evee. Like she tried to do with Shelly." Like she fixed me... Clare thought bitterly as she quickly stalked away from her sister. "She doesn't give up on things, ever. If she can't mold something into the form she wants... she destroys it!" Her mind shot back to how many times her mother had forced choices on her, for her own good, or so she said. 

Then she softened and seemed a bit confused. He said nothing, leaving her to try to sort things out on her own inside of her head as he simply kept smiling at her, allowing her hand to cup his face, even leaning a bit against the contact, half shutting his eyes. He allowed himself a light sigh when he felt her lips brushing his before she tentatively kissed him and deep inside, he knew he had won. He got the girl now and it was only a mater of time before he get her heart as well.

“No, thank you.” he replied when she pulled away, one hand raising to brush a lock of hair from her face as he gave her a sweet smile. Then he chuckled at her accusation. “Well…” He could go back to normal. “It can be argued. I knew I was at no risk but it was definitely about honour. He was mistreating you and I couldn’t stand it. But one could wonder if there can still be such thing as bravery when one can’t be harmed.”

He followed her to the kitchen, adding as they walk “You are hot.” in a playful tone. He listened to her question and nodded. “Aaaah the eternal question. Is it the risk that gives the thrill? Well, to me, no.” He putt his hands on the counter, caging her with his arms and smiled. “Actually, I like it this way. I have no limits anymore, I can try everything without being worried for my health. Like… No one can explain what it does to go through an overdose. I can. Play Russian roulet for real. Believe me, the human brain has this amazing capacity to keep alive your survival instinct even when you are perfectly aware of your safety.”

Rachel suddenly wanted to be near her older sister so that she could actually hit the girl for the numerous quips about her height. But all in all, the teasing left a warmth in her chest, a happiness in her heart. At least she and Clare were back to the point where they could joke around, where things held some resemblance to a normal, functioning relationship.

Another three texts came through:

[text] And I think I’ll keep my proportional ears for the time being. I’d rather not have any extra attention, in a corner or otherwise.

The fact that Clare mentioned her relationship with Del was something new. Rachel reread the text, once, and again. Not quite sure how to respond. The text could only mean that her older sister was finally accepting her relationship with the werewolf. Or at the very least acknowledging it. Whatever the case, Rachel let a light smile cross her face. Still, she decided to just let the mention of Del pass without a reply.

There was still the matter of what she herself had brought up. It wasn’t easy to talk about the wounds on her wrists and ankles, much less plan on going to a ball where anyone could see them. And wearing a leather jacket and sweat pants wouldn’t be an acceptable option either.

Time ticks by and Rachel begins to wonder if Clare was even going to answer the question that was hard enough to ask in the first place. Her stomach rolled as she worried about what might be running through her older siblings head – anger, irritation, disgust. As Rachel thought out the dreadful possibilities of Clare’s potential reaction, her sister’s response comes in. And the younger girl breathes a sign of relief, silently berating herself for allowing her thoughts to darken as they so easily do recently.

[text] That sounds like a plan. I like the idea of bangles.

[text] No problem. What are little sisters for if not to dress up?

She smiled at the thought of all the times she and the other two Bell princesses had dressed up for occasions, but then sobered at the thought of how many times that had only been to please their mother, to impress other nobility, or to attract a viable husband.

[text] Gotta go. Work is calling my name. Love ya.

Rachel’s explanation twists Evelyn’s heart. It’s so easy to believe. That this woman who was meant to nurture, protect, support, and love them is capable of such violence against her own blood. The youngest takes in the sight of Clare, the cast and bandages, the mottled bruises standing out against her once unblemished skin. Her big sister, always brave and strongest of the three, suddenly looks defenceless and weak in the hospital gown. The fear of Kelly grips harder at Evelyn then as the thought strikes her: if the woman can so easily abuse her older two daughters, what is she capable of unleashing on the youngest. The one not even her direct daughter.

The words Kelly flings back to them dig and inflame her already crumbling emotions toward the woman. Rachel has suffered enough of those destructive words, as they all have. But what’s more, standing with her damaged family for the first time in what feels like decades, Kelly’s words remind Evelyn of her duality and the falseness of her relation to each of them. Still, the rage and anger, the need to keep her sisters close to her, fills Evelyn. None of them deserve this. It’s sickening. Clare is in pain, injured not at Kelly’s hands as Rachel reasonably thought but by driving under the influence, and Kelly thinks lashing them all with their faults is the logical thing to do.

Hearing Clare’s supportive claims of her sisters brings a small smile to Evelyn’s lips and she rests her hand on top of Clare’s and then reaches over and grasps Rachel’s hand with her other. Whether Kelly’s aware of it or not, she’s got no support on her end. Evelyn knows that she has both her sisters here, Regina waiting for her out in the waiting area, and even others in town who care and support her, and the knowledge allows the girl to brush away the hurtful words.

"Don’t bring dad into this," Evelyn snaps as she glares at Kelly from across the bed now, heart pulsing harshly in her chest. "Just don’t. And it’s really sad that you continue to think of the kingdom when you don’t even have it here, mother. For all you know, the ogres and trolls have ransacked the castle and defecated on your precious throne so just stop it.”

It takes every once of her self-control to deliver the harsh reality without also releasing the hot tendrils of magic she feels stirring to the surface already. Kelly knows just what to do to get her going faster than anyone else. Never before would she have had the nerve to say anything foul against her mother and it speaks to what Clare just said that she stares at Kelly without hesitation.

This had to stop, as much as Clare knew that her sisters were right, she should send her mother away. Hell, she should jump out of the bed and put the woman into one beside her for what she had done to Rachel, but it wasn't that easy. Kelly Bell was her mother, Clare could remember sitting on the woman's lap as a little girl playing at being queen--her mother's crown teetering on her head. Her mother had always been stuffy and stuck in her ways, but in her own way she had loved them--hadn't she? It was different for the other two, they had had other people to run to when things got rough, even if it was only each other. But, for Clare there had only been her mother who could understand the fear and apprehension she felt at what her future held. And at this moment Clare wasn't feeling like the rebellious headstrong girl she had come to be, at this moment she was hurt and tired and a little scared. She wanted her sisters here, but even though she didn't want to admit it, she wanted her mother with her as well.

"All of you, just stop!" She was trying to sound demanding and no nonsense, but instead it came out in a hoarse croak of a whisper. She looked at Evelyn as her baby sister asked about pain meds--that sounded wonderful, to float in an oblivion and not have to deal with all the shit going on right now. But, she couldn't leave the other two Bell girls alone with her mother, and she didn't want to go to sleep only to wake up and discover one of them had been admitted as well. "Thanks, but I'm ok." She said after clearing her throat, she smiled weakly at Evelyn.

You would think that after being set free from my self-inflicted curse I would be celebrating. Instead, all I really want to do is get drunk…

When the girl told him to go out, her confusion was nothing de delightful. He knew he’d make his little effect on her, he knew she was now wondering what he’d done, how, why. So he didn’t protest and with one last elegant courtesy he went out and waited by the door, just as she asked. He lightened a cigarette and was peacefully smoking when she stormed out and grabbed his hand to drag him away.

He still noticed she’d taken the bottle so she might not be too mad at him. He softly closed his fingers around her as they were walking and to show her she was in control, he said nothing on the way to her appartment, simply smoking as their steps echoed in the night. He let her push him in her flat and shut the door as he leant against a wall, smoke slowly pouring from his lips. He looked at her walking around, putting the bottle on the counter then staring at him with fury in her eyes. The only thought coming to his mind was ‘she’s really pretty when angry’.

At her first question he gestured with his cigarette. “I though I was defending your honour. I don’t imply you can’t do it on your own but this guy seemed pretty strong and I was scared he would hurt you in the end.” He smiled at her, not moving, like an animal proving he was harmless to another animal. “I hate bad manners.”

He couldn’t help the chuckle that left his throat when she said he could have died. Dear girl, she didn’t know what she was saying after all. Then she asked the good question and his smile turned a bit mysterious and slightly dark one more time. “I don’t have magic your highness.” He took one step toward her as her hand reached up for the dried blood on his temple and he gently closed his fingers around her wrist. “I am magic.” he whispered as he brought her sweet palm on his face, his dark eyes catching hers.

She could hardly fathom his next statement, and it took nearly all of the fire out of her as she stared at him in shock. "You're magic?" Her words were soft, her shock and confusion palpable. Something inside her called for her to pull away as he raised her hand to his cheek their eyes locked together. She struggled for thought, for some kind of comprehension. People weren't magic; they used it. Then again Evee was born with it, so maybe... A small frown creased her brow.

He leaned towards her she tilted her head slightly barely moving as his hands burned her skin with the intensity that he seemed to wear like a cloak sometimes. His next words made her eyes go even wider. This was impossible. Everyone dies, it's how things work. Even magic users... Well, mostly... Did they? Her thoughts trailed to Rumplestiltskin, Cora, Regina, Evee... Gods, her mother would hate that she was doing this with someone with magic... What was she doing? Then the rapid fire of thoughts trailed off as her eyes closed at the feel of him so close, damn him, she thought lightly, she leaned her face closer to his so that their lips were close enough to graze. Reaching a hand up she cupped his cheek and pressed her lips lightly to his, and then pulled them away to whisper, "Thank you." She blinked and studied him briefly, hypnotized for the moment.

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“Get away from her, Kelly,” an animalistic growl in her throat, her teeth grinding. Rachel takes another step towards her mother, struggling to overcome the fear in her gut of what might happen. Before she sets her foot down, Evelyn’s voice sounds from behind her.

Her breath hitched in her throat as she heard Evelyn’s voice. “Evelyn…” Kelly trailed off. Her youngest looked older than she remembered her being and she cursed Regina for taking her daughter from her. Evelyn was only going to become possessed by evil, just like Evelyn. Pain flashed across her face before settling into anger. ” Enough Rachel! It’s bad enough you’re gallivanting around with that whore dyke but I will not have you lying. “

" I was called by one of the deputies and told that Clare had wrapped her car around a tree." Kelly pointed out glaring at her eldest daughter. " Is this how you act Clare? You are a future queen and yet, you get yourself drunk. You could’ve died and left Rachel the throne, and gods knows she isn’t capable of ruling in her condition." She glared at Rachel before looking at Evelyn.