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Regina Mills
~~Queen~~ ~~Mayor~~ Mother
Sorceress
Fond of Plants

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fondofapples

Still and quiet, pressed close to his renewed warmth without concern for how sticky he was or how clammy she must feel to him as they were well beyond that now, she simply waited, drifting, for him to answer her. There would be time to push later, if he chose not to answer.

She had no idea how long it took for him to answer, but when he did, her head popped up fast enough to nearly catch him in the chin. Her weary gaze narrowed, brows drew together, in marked confusion. "When did you...?" Slowed to molasses and just as thick, her thoughts dragged when she tried to recall what he meant. It was some few minutes before she came up with a night on the patio, the night he'd told her about the ritual.

Deep in her gut, anger churned, but she lacked the will or the energy to vent it. Instead, she sighed quietly and shook her head. "It was one time. A few words. You made a mistake, Neil, and I forgave you as soon as you apologized."

If she'd heard his question, she'd forgotten it by the time she answered him.

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hellorhighwater

Of course she forgave him--she could forgive anything. It wasn't faith in her goodness or naivete that made him so certain, but her darkness: she'd done the unspeakable, so she understood it...so of course she could forgive it.

Yet she'd said it herself, more than once: she had to hold herself to a standard or she'd slip. He'd heard that, knew penance needed to be paid if he was going to follow her on this path to redemption--he just didn't understand it well enough yet to articulate that soul-deep shame he felt, how far he would go to keep his heart in her hands, how long he would follow her into light or dark...how badly he wanted this thing he could finally see in front of him without a beating heart to distract him.

"I didn't forgive myself." he replied simply, shaking his head and sliding a hand along her cheek to cup her face as he looked into her eyes, something else stirring in the back of his head, not a memory and not quite a dream, just a nagging sense of...

"Regina: how did you know?" he repeated softly.

From:

fondofapples

I didn't forgive myself.

That she understood even with her thoughts as slow and stretched thin as they were. She lifted her cold-chafed lips to his and kissed him once in acquiescence and benediction. "As long as you know, it was a minor offense," she whispered against his lips, already drifting away again.

The softly urgent question pierced her consciousness, drawing her back to him. She blinked and tilted her head, gaze narrowing while she tried to remember what he was asking about. A moment passed and then another, and then-- "Oh." She ducked her head and shrugged. "You thought I was the Sun Goddess. I... let you believe it, so I could get you to drink and you kept talking, confessing..."

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hellorhighwater

He didn't remember it, not really. Neither memory nor dream, his fever was filled with long stretches of nothing, of dark and dim and pain...and when he was able, when he had strength enough to think and to understand, he prayed.

In all his other fevers, he had prayed to the Sky Maker for the strength and fortitude he would need to fight, to survive. This time, he had turned not to the one he asked to purge his darkness. He'd been too afraid of tempting him in his weakened state, that he would not survive his penance...so he had turned to the Sun Goddess instead.

He'd prayed for the will to live--to be filled with her light, so he could survive his penance from her Sky Maker. He knew more than remembered, and he knew there had been peace in the wake of prayer--the stillness and certainty of being heard, a pleasant respite from his suffering.

His urgency and confusion left him, letting him relax with a soft smile as he bent to kiss her softly.

"Good." he replied simply, tucking her head underneath his chin. "S'all good." He paused, and not knowing if she was still awake to hear it...

"You were right where she needed you to be."

The more he thought about it, the more sense it made--the better it fit. Yes, it was fitting--the Sky Maker came for him through the ravages of fever, and when he prayed to give his name to the Sun Goddess, the source of all light, his prayers would reach Regina instead.

The greatest source of light he had ever known.

From:

fondofapples

Neil tucked her in with his over hers and his voice sounded okay, happy, pleased, not mad.

"I'm glad it's okay," she murmured, voice fading as she drifted into much-needed sleep. "I didn't know... Just wanted... needed you to keep on..." Drinking... I love you, Neil...