#nota1one

“and i told you you couldn’t trust me.” regret settles in before she finishes uttering the words. she doesn't mean it, not even a little. yet she doesn't budge, doesn't flinch. back up, there's no attempt to take it back. so stubborn, so cowardly. her jaw's tight, a dullness in her eyes that almost makes her look bored.

it's better this way. is it? it's the mantra on repeat. withdrawing little by little, lie after lie. where she is, what she's doing. skipping out on meetings, gone long enough to evade their questioning. withdrawing from the team, her job, withdrawing from him.

it was only a matter of time before she was confronted, unable to evade bob any longer. like a dog backed into a corner, she bites. biting the hand only offering to help. is that the nail in the coffin? the final push? will the remains of what she's throwing away be salvageable this time?

regina doesn't knock , she NEVER does . doors to the queen imply that permission is necessary , and to her permission is something she stopped asking for a long time ago . the lights in the room begin to flicker before she even steps inside . she didn't mean to make them flicker , but the close proximity to bob feels like standing next to a live wire that has been DIPPED in gasoline . the air hums with a heavy charge that feels simply WRONG to her . " you're loud . " she says casually , leaning against the doorframe as if she was bored instead of bracing herself . her arms cross as she tilts her chin , a classic pose for regina george , but also grounding herself . polishing the exterior , being untouched . her eyes flicker pink , " and i don't mean out loud , " she taps her temple with two pink manicured nails , " i mean in here . like a someone stuffed a god and a nightmare into the same skull and asked for them to share . " she moves closer , testing the gravity in the room . what she normally was met with was an emotional and TANGLED mess , but bob was different . he was static and fractured sunlight . " do you ever get tired of pretending you are the stable one in the room ? "

˚₊‧꒰ა 🎃 👻 💀 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> ❝ YOU OKAY ? ❞ .. her voice was quiet. she didn't want to startle him. ❝ want some coffee ? ❞

this is not a life easily understood by many. it really is a good thing; who could wish this burden on another? has she not blanched at the very whisper of her kids' ambitions of heroism? has she not fought valiantly to show them the bliss and comforts that a life void of superpowers can provide? the whole world watches, waits, whispers of rumours that can't be misproven any more than they can be proven true. bob lies next to her, their arms snug around one another, legs intertwined, just listening to the sound of the rain pelting the windows, the rhythmic flow of their breathing, their heartbeats. the room may be silent, but their minds are anything but. such is the cost of a heavy mission.

she shifts slightly, adjusting her arm to prop up her head, preparing to start that first, jolting conversation as to what went down the night before. but once she looks at him, sees the conflict raging in his gaze, the battle for calm in his mind, the precarious brink that he threatens to tip over... all thoughts of discussion are erased, melting away in the wake of her concern and understanding. instead, she lifts a hand, tenderly brushes the hair back from his face, and presses a kiss to his shoulder.

" you know something? i don't think we should go to that gala. mm-mm. i think we're both feeling sick. we should just stay here, watch movies, eat takeout... i think, my love, we've more than earned our rest. the only question that demands an answer right now is what kind of takeout we want. hm? "