Her Ghost - Part 1
Right - So my dearest Regal_Stacy asked for a few chapters on “Regina seeing Leopold in the UW” and though it’s taken me quite sometime, I feel decent presenting to you all Part 1 - most likely this will have 3 Parts to it.
Now the point of this lil ficlet - is based off of fan canon that Leopold was not a good husband to Regina - and there is mentions of martial abuse within this story as it revolves around the mind space of Regina. I understand this isn’t for everyone so I would like to just make note of it in the beginning.
Gracias and I really hope you enjoy and let me know what you think!
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It’s nerve wracking, being here, feeling all the eyes that stare at you, gazes filled with malice and venom, and you know they only are wanting on thing…your head on a spike. Those gazes she can take, can easily send back a dagger filled expression back, they cower, and she silently revels that they still fear her. Days have passed, though you couldn’t really tell what with the ever lasting pink sky, it all melts together, eternal time that doesn’t move.
When they arrived initially, she knew what they were getting into, knew that there would be hundreds of lost souls she was going to have to see, to deal with. Some souls like her father and Daniel had brought her peace finally, knowing that they were able to move on, it seemed to lighten her. Others like her mother were far more complicated, not to mention the never ending list of strangers she didn’t recognize, but knew she was the reason they were down here. She could deal with them, but there was one person, one soul that without a doubt would be here, somewhere, and that terrified her. And now the fear of seeing him again was beginning to take its toll on her. She was on high alert every hour of the day, her heart would race and breath would stall every time she thought she saw him. Sleep evaded her, her eyes would close and there he was. She couldn’t eat, everything felt like ash in her mouth. While most of the group didn’t seem no notice, or brushed off her sharp tones and absent mind as Regina being Regina, but Robin, her sweet sweet Robin, apparently she couldn’t hide from him.
He could see it in her eyes, this long hollow stare that would flicker in between frantic emotions. Her posture was stiff; he could feel her tense momentarily when his hand would find the small of her back. Something was going on in that beautiful mind of hers, something that he didn’t understand, and the reclusive nature she was falling into was beginning to seriously worry him. Regina had tried to brush him off, smiling small in fake reassurance, one that never met her eyes. She would squeeze his hand under the table, to fast before she’d let go. Even when she would kiss him, it was half hearted, he could feel the hesitation, and nights when usually she could cuddle up into his chest, wrap an arm around his waist and let his heart lull her to sleep, that was completely gone. They lay side by side, until she would curl away from him, tucking the blanket underneath her chin, her arm hugging her abdomen in some sort of protection as she drew her knees up. He knew she didn’t sleep; her breathing would never settle though she lay still as a statue.
At the start he tried to reach out to her, his palm would settle on her shoulder, rubbing small circles on her bare skin, but even then she would flinch, pulling the duvet further around her, hiding her body from him. It tore him apart, not being able to comfort her, not knowing how to ease this tension that followed her everywhere. She wouldn’t talk to him, would just shake her head before running off into the shower where the hot water would burn so high he feared it would scald her skin.
He had heard the water running one night, when everyone else was far gone in sleep, he had turned to find her, only to feel cold sheets. Slowly standing he made his way to the bathroom, only to hear her crying behind the door. He knew she didn’t want to have her privacy invaded, especially in these moments where her vulnerability was on high octane, but hearing the harsh sobs broke his heart and his resolve. Cracking the door open, the steam billowed out and he was instantly sweating, how she could stand this stifling heat he did not know.
“Regina?” he quietly called out, but she didn’t answer. Stealing himself, he drew the glass shower door back, not finding her in front of him, but crouched down into a corner, arms wrapped tightly around her legs as her long hair covered her face that was buried into her knees. She was shaking, trembling underneath the water. Robin stepped in, hissing at the temperature that hit his skin, she was going to burn herself sitting in this. Turning the tap off, he slid down beside her, his hands running up her arms, brushing back her hair. He wasn’t actually sure if she knew he was there, her tears falling heavily as she shook.