won a copy of ouat 4×01 Script ‘A Tale of Two Sisters;. didn’t want to put it on my real blog in case they get funny about it being online, but wanted to share with fandom. I’m not a BNF, so I don’t know if anyone would care anyway. (I don’t have the time or energy to fake this stuff, so just enjoy. If you’ve been paying attention to recent charity auctions, you know where this came from).
Let me know if anyone wants a photo of any scene from the ep. I’m mainly CS, so I’ll post those below, but the script has some Rumbelle, Outlaw Queen(plus Marian), Swan Queen, Regina/Sidney, Charming Family, and the intro to the Frozen arc moments and I’m happy to share!
Captain Swan street scene with some deleted (or later edited) dialogue:
Notes: Also inspired by @allons-y-to-hogwarts-713 aesthetic submission where she featured the Willy Wonka quote and made my muse go YAAAASSSS!
Rated T / ~300 words
A ‘sugar rush’ she called it.
The manic euphoria one gets from ingesting copious amounts of sugar in a short period of time.
Followed soon after by the ‘crash’.
The onset of lethargy, moodiness, and occasional stomach cramps that follows the high of ingesting copious amounts of sugar in a short period of time.
He doesn’t mind the rush part. The way it makes her a little bit giddy and giggly. How playful she becomes when the milk dud soaked popcorn finally hits her system, or how the sweet surge from the bear claw (or three) gives her a naughty desire to patrol him rather than the now quiet streets of Stroybrooke.
The problem is that its epithet is actually a bit of a misnomer. ‘Rush’ typically signifying that a thing would happen quickly. Suddenly.
Not so with sugar, he finds. The consumption taking too long of moments to finally hit her blood stream.
Not like with rum.
With rum the desired effect is nearly instantaneous. The way it warms your belly and sends that coursing heat through you after the very first swallow. How it relaxes tensions, dulls distraction, and leaves a lingering spice upon the tongue.
He likes the effects of the rum. Not the ‘I’ve lost all sense to make reasonable choices’ effect, but the sultry way she licks those errant drops from her lips…as if she doesn’t know what she’s doing kind of effect.
The luxurious and languid way she kisses him before they even make it through their first tumbler, or how her eyes go dark at him over the rim of her glass or bottle when they are out in public or in another’s home, holding promise for more enjoyable activities when they finally find themselves alone.
It may be true that candy was dandy, but liquor was quicker.
And as long as you partake in moderation, it holds all the same pleasures without the impending crash.
It All Starts With a Dance 