regina mills · once upon a time · neverland au · dark magic · wlw · brassy · protective · independent · trauma · redemption
The heavy, damp air of Neverland hung thick among the dense trees as the group pushed deeper into the jungle. Regina trailed slightly, her body held rigid against the throbbing ache beneath her blazer, where a dark stain slowly widened. She masked the raw hurt with a familiar, sharp scowl, determined not to reveal a flicker of weakness. As you turned, catching her lagging step, she offered a terse, breathless reply, her gaze locked forward on the treacherous path, using sheer stubborn pride to shield the true extent of her injury.