day 10 → a scene that makes you happy
regina and emma joining forces
Day 3: Favorite Swan Queen Dialogue~1x05
Regina:stop you are making it worse
Emma:I am trying to save him. you know why he went in there in the first place don’t you! because you made him feel like he had something to prove.
Regina:and why does he think like he has anything to prove, who is encouraging him
Emma:do not put this on me
Regina:oh please lecture me until his oxygen runs out
Emma:we have to stop this… arguing won’t accomplish anything.
Regina:no it won’t.
Emma:what do you want me to do?
There was a sense of finality to the look Regina gave her, an awareness that this was truly the end, and the amount of emotion she elicited in Emma’s expression cut through her like a knife. So much had been left unspoken between them, so many things unaddressed, and perhaps, Regina thought in her last moments, it was for the better. In the end, she didn’t want to be consumed with ‘what if’s’, for they were so terribly irrelevant when both women knew that nothing would ever come of them.
Still, it was difficult to look upon Emma for the very last time, and realize that things didn’t need to be this way between them; to see with such clarity all the things that she had done wrong, and all the mistakes that she had made when it came to the woman before her. They could have been something so much different to each other, Regina silently mused, if they only could’ve found it within themselves to hang up their pride.
But that wasn’t the kind of people they were, was it?
And that was okay, because to be anything other than what they were would have been a terrible disservice to their relationship. Regina had made peace with it then, for some things were just simply not meant to be, but the look in Emma’s eyes right before she turned away told a different story; a story that she clearly did not wish to write the ending of.
She turned back. “Regina, I…”
The fear of knowing more than she could emotionally handle sought to consume her and Regina acted on instinct, putting up the last walls she would ever have. The magic within her sparked to life, running hot like fire through her veins before it pushed outwards, struggling to contain the destruction before her. Emma’s words died in her throat, realization passing over her face that Regina really didn’t want to know what it was that she truly felt, for all it would do was stand to make things that much harder for her.
Regina felt a tear slip down her cheek, but she kept her gaze focused on her target, unable to stomach looking into the eyes of the only person who had ever bothered to see through her mask. It was hard enough to accept her inevitable death, but to know for certain that things could have gone so much differently between them? Well… they say ignorance is bliss, after all.
And Regina would rather die not regretting the decisions she had made, despite knowing, deep within her, that she had truly made all the wrong ones.
Emma turned, fleeing from the mine, and Regina exhaled a shudder sob, already feeling herself weaken as she chanced a look at the savior’s retreating form. As blonde hair disappeared around the corner, Regina’s vision blurred and her chest tightened, her lips whispering words of an acceptance that she knew needed to be said, even if they were never heard.
“Take care of our son.”