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salmon_pinkTitle: A Sting Of Caution
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Zelena/Glinda
Rating: PG-13
Words: 250
Notes: Spoilers for Season Three's "A Curious Thing". For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
femslash100's Astrology Challenge, prompt "Scorpio".
Zelena’s lips move against her throat, tongue running over the chain that holds Glinda’s pendant around her neck. Fingers brushing against the crystal, and Glinda’s eyes flutter closed, the sensation of Zelena’s touch echoing down through her magic, through her very being.
She tilts her head for a kiss, and she’s learned that no matter how gentle she may try to make it, Zelena will always twist it, always turn every press of their lips into something darker, something rougher. Something more wicked, and Zelena’s skin may no longer be green but Glinda still sees the sparkle of emeralds behind her closed eyelids.
Her sisters have tried to warn her, and Glinda appreciates their worry for her safety, but it is not needed. She does not know if she can truly save Zelena’s soul, but she will continue to try. And if she cannot, if Zelena is already lost to her envy and rage, the prophecy promises that Zelena will be defeated.
Destiny is a tricky thing, but Glinda trusts in it.
Still, perhaps she is placing too much of that trust in Zelena. But it’s easy to tell herself that it is not misplaced, that she will not be stung by the wickedness in Zelena’s heart. And even when Zelena’s teeth dig into her bottom lip, when she hungrily tugs Glinda’s skirts higher, and all Glinda can do is gasp and clutch desperately at Zelena’s waist, she can still try to tell herself that she isn’t in too deep.
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Zelena/Glinda
Rating: PG-13
Words: 250
Notes: Spoilers for Season Three's "A Curious Thing". For
femslash100's Astrology Challenge, prompt "Scorpio".Zelena’s lips move against her throat, tongue running over the chain that holds Glinda’s pendant around her neck. Fingers brushing against the crystal, and Glinda’s eyes flutter closed, the sensation of Zelena’s touch echoing down through her magic, through her very being.
She tilts her head for a kiss, and she’s learned that no matter how gentle she may try to make it, Zelena will always twist it, always turn every press of their lips into something darker, something rougher. Something more wicked, and Zelena’s skin may no longer be green but Glinda still sees the sparkle of emeralds behind her closed eyelids.
Her sisters have tried to warn her, and Glinda appreciates their worry for her safety, but it is not needed. She does not know if she can truly save Zelena’s soul, but she will continue to try. And if she cannot, if Zelena is already lost to her envy and rage, the prophecy promises that Zelena will be defeated.
Destiny is a tricky thing, but Glinda trusts in it.
Still, perhaps she is placing too much of that trust in Zelena. But it’s easy to tell herself that it is not misplaced, that she will not be stung by the wickedness in Zelena’s heart. And even when Zelena’s teeth dig into her bottom lip, when she hungrily tugs Glinda’s skirts higher, and all Glinda can do is gasp and clutch desperately at Zelena’s waist, she can still try to tell herself that she isn’t in too deep.
