A Curse Upon Thee 2-34

‘If you’re scared, that’s good. Very good, in fact. Means your heart’s still beating, boy. Brain’s still working.’ The young man adjusted the cuffs of his sport coat, pausing his steps on the sidewalk as his chest buzzed. His phone left his jacket pocket a second later, blue eyes staring down at a text from…

“I simply do not understand you.” Regina stood behind the scarred excuse for a desk, manicured fingernails tapping a restless rhythm against the fake wood. For Regina Mills, who had spent the better part of three decades surrounded by the aroma of polished mahogany and floral arrangements as fresh as they were breathtaking to view,…

This town… His fingers tapped out a beat, some half-remembered pop-punk riff, against the hard metal casing that hung dead-center atop his chest. This town is fucking insane, I swear to God.It was one thing that they were on day seven of a kidnapping case — a whole three grueling days into Mary Margaret’s personal…

“This… this is my fault.”  It was the same thing she’d muttered over and over since they’d left the castle — three times in the last hour even — and Mulan seemingly hadn’t gotten tired of parroting the sentence on repeat. The trek back from the ruined castle didn’t have a soundtrack, unless you counted…

Finn sat on the counter, bare feet dangling, while Ruby moved around the kitchen like an expert cook. The cold kitchen air didn’t bother him much, his filthy mud-splattered shirt somewhere off in the corner after he went to the bathroom to wash up. He didn’t miss the way Ruby’s eyes had stayed on his…

Granny’s Diner chimed a warning — melodic and friendly — as Regina crossed the threshold of the diner, the fresh afternoon air replaced by the stagnant aroma of grease traps and burnt coffee grounds. Joy. The rhythmic clatter of silverware and the low hum of gossip died a sudden death as more than a dozen…