Oh these two! Adorable!
Looking at your otp like
Fire roared in her skull as she watched the drop of blood roll down Regina’s chin, splashing to join the others already collected garishly on Regina’s dress. Her hands clenched and unclenched, the darkness threatening to blanket her mind and focus on only one thing. Killing the bastard that laid his hands on Regina. She reached out, the fingers of her free hand brushing against the darkened skin around Regina’s left eye, the skin hot and swelling already.
how regina got her scar
I’m glad the portrait of Ben Franklin stayed the same on the new $100 bill. There’s something about his slight, tight frown, the paternal hint of disappointment in his eyes and those pursed, sealed lips that seem to say, “I don’t approve of what you’re doing, but I can’t stop you from rolling this banknote into a straw and ripping a fat rail of white lightning in the Buffalo Wild Wings handicapped bathroom stall, you goddamn beautiful disaster.”