There was no question in his mind that any kiss they shared was true love's kiss. True love was what he'd chosen, the path he walked to reach her, reach moments like this--huddled on the floor, a mess of bruises and bad luck, greedy for even the worst of it.
She'd explained True Love in her world, about Robin and her stepkid and shit like that--but everything she told him didn't fit what they shared.
"But...that's the true love of heroes and shit." he replied, tone uncertain despite the small, thunderstruck little smile on his face. The idea that his love could break a curse, could be good enough and true enough to save her, even from just a little bad luck?
He was no hero, no savior. He wasn't pure, and he still struggled some days to walk the path. For Ember's sake, she was a queen. He was an assassin, a soldier.
Re: 9/23: Regina's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day - around midnight
She'd explained True Love in her world, about Robin and her stepkid and shit like that--but everything she told him didn't fit what they shared.
"But...that's the true love of heroes and shit." he replied, tone uncertain despite the small, thunderstruck little smile on his face. The idea that his love could break a curse, could be good enough and true enough to save her, even from just a little bad luck?
He was no hero, no savior. He wasn't pure, and he still struggled some days to walk the path. For Ember's sake, she was a queen. He was an assassin, a soldier.
How could someone like him break a curse?