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"Well," Regina said, arms outstretched as she turned in a circle to show off the 'new look' she'd given her room. "What do you think?"
It wouldn't last. Nothing in the Inn did. Not redecoration. Not beneficial friendships. Not daughters with no interest in sex.
For such a small place, with so little of interest, it had a remarkable impermanence and a high rate of change. She supposed that came with the territory. It being an Inn, the sort of place most people spent a night or three at most. The Inn itself insisted on staying the same, but it did so by virtue of changing anything that altered it too much.
An oxymoron, like a love affair without love.
Of course she hadn't talked about it, Dyson ending things. She hadn't even talked about it (much) when she went to Molly, eyes black with pain, and spent the night. Molly didn't need her to talk to know she needed something else to keep her on the light side of the line.
Snow knew, because Snow did. The same way Regina knew something was changing in Snow. But neither of them talked, because neither knew how. So she made a new room in browns and creams, the colors of the wide-open plains instead of the red that Snow despised. A new room with new rules.
Maybe they'd give talking a try.
It wouldn't last. Nothing in the Inn did. Not redecoration. Not beneficial friendships. Not daughters with no interest in sex.
For such a small place, with so little of interest, it had a remarkable impermanence and a high rate of change. She supposed that came with the territory. It being an Inn, the sort of place most people spent a night or three at most. The Inn itself insisted on staying the same, but it did so by virtue of changing anything that altered it too much.
An oxymoron, like a love affair without love.
Of course she hadn't talked about it, Dyson ending things. She hadn't even talked about it (much) when she went to Molly, eyes black with pain, and spent the night. Molly didn't need her to talk to know she needed something else to keep her on the light side of the line.
Snow knew, because Snow did. The same way Regina knew something was changing in Snow. But neither of them talked, because neither knew how. So she made a new room in browns and creams, the colors of the wide-open plains instead of the red that Snow despised. A new room with new rules.
Maybe they'd give talking a try.
