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“I want you to leave,” Maleficent stated from her position in front of the fire.
Regina stammered, “I… I’m sorry, I-”
“I don’t want to see you again.”
She heard the young girl’s breath whoosh out of her, and there was a pause before she inhaled again.
It was her own fault; if she hadn’t continued to push, to poke at secrets and memories that she had no business being near, the little Queen would not have found herself at the end of the dragon’s wrath.
Maleficent refused to look at her, choosing to stare into the fireplace and watch the flames leap and dance. The same flames that the Queen had lit in the first place. “Leave, Regina!”
For a moment the silence was overwhelming, the crackle of burning wood and two differing breathing patterns filling the air as both the woman held their own ground.
The soft footfalls that reached Maleficent’s ears drew a sigh from her. Why was this girl so determined?
“I told you to leave,” Mal grumbled.
“And I told you I was sorry,” Regina spoke, her voice gentle and tentative as she placed a hand on the dragon’s back. “You’re my only friend, Mal, please don’t make me leave.”
Despite all efforts, Maleficent softened against the petite hand resting against her spine. This was unfair; if there was anything that brought down the harsh walls the dragon had been determined to keep standing, it was the little queen that had entered her life and had spent time putting her world to right again.
Regina seemed to take Mal relaxing into her as an invitation to sneak her arms around her waist, rising on her toes to rest her chin on the taller woman’s shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” she tried once more, before vowing; “I won’t ask again.”
“No, you won’t,” Mal declared, the harshness in her tone having Regina noticeably tense behind her.
It took the arms wrapped around her starting to withdraw before Maleficent relented, grasping onto small hands to keep them exactly where they were. “Some things are best left private, my dear.”
Regina hummed, turning her head into Mal’s neck and sighing, leaving the older woman fighting to hide the shiver running down her spine at the warm breath on her skin.
From the way Maleficent was held tighter, it appeared that she had come to mean a lot to the young queen, and from the way the dragon felt warmth surge through her as a smile graced her lips, it appeared the queen had come to mean a lot to her too.
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