emmaofmisthaven:

am I aware this isn’t what’s going to happen at all? yes. do I care? no.

He has seen her cursed before – he remembers the look of distrust in her eyes, and how she would stare at him and see nothing more than a stranger. A crazy stranger with inexplicable tales and promises of answers, but a stranger nonetheless. It had made him miss her glares in the Enchanted Forest, or even the way she would pretend not to stare in Neverland. He would have taken her disgust, or even her repressed feelings, over her blank stares any day.

But now – now she is cursed, and radiant. There is a softness to her that he has only ever seen when they are alone, when she is comforting him or he is whispering sweet nothing to her ear. She is soft, and poise, and so beautiful that it takes his breath away and crush his heart all at once. This is what she was supposed to be, who she was supposed to become – this elegant queen in her cloak of white furs, this wonderful woman who wears a tiara with pride and a smile that would sooth even the most troubled of minds.

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