mydearmaleficent:

reginamills-yourqueen:

mydearmaleficent:

reginamills-yourqueen:

“In what way were you doing him a favor?” she seethed, as she bit the inside of her cheek. “What is that supposed to mean? I am having a talk with him right now.”

“Of course you are,” she spat acridly, raising her hand. “Ask him if you want the entire story. I doubt he will tell you the truth, however. Good night, Regina.” She twirled her hand, smoke rising from the ground to cover her disappearance.

“No. I am hearing it from you, too. There are two sides to every story. So explain yourself,” she boomed, a purple cloud surrounding her as she tried to chase after her. 

“I will not!” she screamed as they landed underneath the library in what used to be her lair, spinning on her heel and shoving Regina. “I do not need to explain myself. I was helping him. Which, now that I look back on it, was an incredibly stupid move - not to mention wrong of me to do so, now that you are blaming me for his mistakes and the greyface’s magic. Go, and leave me,” she snarled, “I will have no part of this jealous rage you’ve forced yourself in to.”

“You never want to fight properly. And, you complain about me going easy on you,” she screeched, rising to her feet. “Fight me Maleficent.”