[Gold's reaction to the sound of Milah's voice is immediate, a tension that strings through the lines of his body like a wire crackling. He's frozen in it, for a moment, a sharp pressure on a wound that had never truly healed - and pain only makes him angry, draws his rage up like a flame set to dry tinder.
What he might have done would have likely been messy, violent. Show this fake that spoke in a dead woman's voice that there was no fight here, not against him. There was just defeat. Death. Again.
And then Regina laughs.
He turns his head slightly, enough to look back at her, confusion pinching his brow into a frown, surprised both by the interruption and the nature of it. It redirects his attention, takes some of the sting out of Milah's words, the heat out of his anger. She wasn't real. There was no problem.]
You'd have a better time directing that question to Miss Swan.
[She was the one insisting on going after the pirate.]
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What he might have done would have likely been messy, violent. Show this fake that spoke in a dead woman's voice that there was no fight here, not against him. There was just defeat. Death. Again.
And then Regina laughs.
He turns his head slightly, enough to look back at her, confusion pinching his brow into a frown, surprised both by the interruption and the nature of it. It redirects his attention, takes some of the sting out of Milah's words, the heat out of his anger. She wasn't real. There was no problem.]
You'd have a better time directing that question to Miss Swan.
[She was the one insisting on going after the pirate.]