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“Gods what have they done to you.....?” Robin whispered as he held Regina close to him. He was so relieved, so happy to just see that she was alive, but he was worried about the condition she was in. He softly kissed her forehead before she woke up. He frowned at her confusion and held up his hand to let her know he meant no harm. “You’re safe Regina.....do you, remember who I am? Robin Hood?” 

Killian kept his hand held out to her but at a distance he wanted her to come to him and not scare her of course. “Why are you hiding princess? Have I ever steered you wrong?” he asked with a smile, they have been meeting up in secret and the more he got to know her the more he developed feelings for her, he would never believe in a lifetime he would fall for a princess but he did. “People would think you did the unthinkable......adventure, don’t you want a little adventure in your life? I would be right there with you the whole time and I promise to protect you, my men would understand they who makes the rules on the ship,” he explained hoping he would convince her. “Come on my Swan show people what you’re capable of,” he whispered and took one step towards her so she could take his hand. 

Send me 🍷 to hand my muse a poisoned drink.

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Ali smiled gratefully at her girlfriend, accepting the glass Ruby handed her and swallowing down half its contents in a few seconds. She’d been running errands all day, out in the summer heat, and being used to the muggy Storybrooke summer didn’t make it any easier to bear. Besides, she had no reason to mistrust Ruby. Her girlfriend had never been anything but trustworthy toward her.

She heaved a sigh, relaxing against the kitchen counter as the cold water settled in her stomach, glad to finally get a chance to cool off. But her relief didn’t last very long.

Within moments, a wave of vertigo and nausea nearly overwhelmed her, and Ali barely had time to set down the glass before doubling over and vomiting into the sink. She was shaking by the time she was able to draw a breath again, her arms locked out in an effort to keep herself from collapsing.

Send me 🍷 to hand my muse a poisoned drink.

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Alanna watched the Agrabanian princess carefully. She didn’t trust easily—a lesson learned long ago, which had been a good part of how she’d survived so long as a member of the Forty—and so she’d been suspicious when Jasmine suddenly offered a drink, as though she were the hostess and Alanna the guest. The princess had turned her back on Alanna to pour the drink, and Alanna instantly knew that there was something to be wary about.

She smiled as though in thanks when Jasmine handed her the cup and brought it nearly up to her lips before pausing.

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Quinn’s back arched, shoulders digging into the cushion behind her as she spread her arms over her head. She winced when the accompanying yawn stretched her mouth almost painfully. Worked her jaw from side to side, the blonde glanced at the corner of her laptop’s screen to check the time. It was late. Later than she’d expected anyway. Usually the couple she was waiting for were pretty good at returning when they said they would be but Quinn wasn’t upset by the delay. She had her textbooks laid out on the couch to both sides of her and her computer resting on her outstretched legs — socked feet propped up on her book bag which itself sat on the coffee table in the centre of the living room— so it wasn’t like she was losing any prep time for her coming finals.

And she had a soft spot for this family; it was the reason why she still babysat for them —and only them— even though she was almost through her second year in college. Truthfully, she kind of had a crush on them. The kids, definitely —she adored the kids to bits and they adored her back— but the parents too. They were just so clearly in love with each other and it showed in everything they did; the way they looked at each other, the little touches they were always exchanging, the way they moved together like they could read each other’s minds, always knowing where the other was and where they were headed next and what they needed next.

Quinn hoped she could find a relationship like that some day. Hopefully sooner rather than later, but for now she would focus on her education and live vicariously through the most adorable couple she knew.

A wistful smile framed her lips as she turned her eyes from her screen to one of the open textbooks to her right, several seconds ticking by before she reached out and closed it. The rest followed close behind as she packed up her things. Late or not, Quinn expected them home soon and while she knew they’d offer her the guest bedroom if she wanted it —an offer she’d taken up a few times since she’d finished high-school if only for the amazing pancakes that would greet her in the morning along side the excited squeals of her temporary charges— Quinn didn’t want to presume, or at least appear to presume, that that would be the case.