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salmon_pink) wrote2014-10-15 02:33 pm
salmon_pink) wrote2014-10-15 02:33 pm
(Once Upon A Time) Milliner
Title: Milliner
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Cora/Jefferson
Rating: PG
Words: 494
Notes: Mention of BDSM dynamic. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
writers_choice, prompt "mad/madness".
Jefferson freezes as she steps into the room, his fabric and scissors clutched tight but forgotten. His eyes grow wide, and Cora rather enjoys the way his gaze sweeps over her, the way it catches on her hips, her breasts. Blue gives way to black as his pupils dilate, and his swallow is audible in the silence of the workshop that serves as his cell.
“How goes your work, hatter?” she asks, admiring his elaborate creations, the feathers and ribbons and jewels. Not enough red for her taste, but she appreciates a garment with flair.
His eyes dart away. He’s grown quieter in the weeks since she took him prisoner, but there’s still that charming swagger waiting just beneath the surface, and he visibly bolsters himself before meeting her appraising stare.
“Productive,” he announces, the slightest smirk forming at that lovely mouth.
“Indeed?” Cora asks smoothly, raising one eyebrow. “You have recreated a hat that can take you through portals?”
Jefferson looks sullen for a moment, his natural expressiveness making him far too easy to read. “I’m close,” he insists, although she knows it not to be true. If she, with all her magic, cannot open portals, she doubts this slip of a man can do so without his cherished hat.
He is unaware that she does not need to be in the room to watch him. She has seen the changes in him during these weeks, the fractures and fissures forming beneath the surface. As the pile of hats that surrounds him grows, so does the paleness of his skin, the agitated sharpness of his movements.
A pity, but Cora has not the heart to care.
“How gratifying,” she nods, her voice neutral but with an edge to her smile. He will learn in time that lying to her is not in his best interests, but a punishment can wait. It would not do well to break a new toy so quickly.
He stares openly at the scarlet curve of her lips, his own parting slightly. She has known Jefferson’s type before, the kind of boy who craves a strong and powerful woman to bend and shape him, to dominate him, and Cora can admit to a spark of temptation.
He’s a pretty young thing, and he would look exquisite in her bedchambers.
But if there is a chance, even as slight as it is, that he could find a way for her to return to the Enchanted Forest, then she cannot squander that potential. She must keep him working, dangling the possibility of seeing his daughter again in front of his face like a prized carrot, never mind that is only her own daughter that Cora has in mind.
“I will check in with you tomorrow,” she informs him, and he shivers for the strength in her voice. “Perhaps ‘close’ will be closer by then.”
Jefferson nods tightly, and she feels his eyes on her as she leaves, both hungry and haunted.
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Cora/Jefferson
Rating: PG
Words: 494
Notes: Mention of BDSM dynamic. For
writers_choice, prompt "mad/madness".Jefferson freezes as she steps into the room, his fabric and scissors clutched tight but forgotten. His eyes grow wide, and Cora rather enjoys the way his gaze sweeps over her, the way it catches on her hips, her breasts. Blue gives way to black as his pupils dilate, and his swallow is audible in the silence of the workshop that serves as his cell.
“How goes your work, hatter?” she asks, admiring his elaborate creations, the feathers and ribbons and jewels. Not enough red for her taste, but she appreciates a garment with flair.
His eyes dart away. He’s grown quieter in the weeks since she took him prisoner, but there’s still that charming swagger waiting just beneath the surface, and he visibly bolsters himself before meeting her appraising stare.
“Productive,” he announces, the slightest smirk forming at that lovely mouth.
“Indeed?” Cora asks smoothly, raising one eyebrow. “You have recreated a hat that can take you through portals?”
Jefferson looks sullen for a moment, his natural expressiveness making him far too easy to read. “I’m close,” he insists, although she knows it not to be true. If she, with all her magic, cannot open portals, she doubts this slip of a man can do so without his cherished hat.
He is unaware that she does not need to be in the room to watch him. She has seen the changes in him during these weeks, the fractures and fissures forming beneath the surface. As the pile of hats that surrounds him grows, so does the paleness of his skin, the agitated sharpness of his movements.
A pity, but Cora has not the heart to care.
“How gratifying,” she nods, her voice neutral but with an edge to her smile. He will learn in time that lying to her is not in his best interests, but a punishment can wait. It would not do well to break a new toy so quickly.
He stares openly at the scarlet curve of her lips, his own parting slightly. She has known Jefferson’s type before, the kind of boy who craves a strong and powerful woman to bend and shape him, to dominate him, and Cora can admit to a spark of temptation.
He’s a pretty young thing, and he would look exquisite in her bedchambers.
But if there is a chance, even as slight as it is, that he could find a way for her to return to the Enchanted Forest, then she cannot squander that potential. She must keep him working, dangling the possibility of seeing his daughter again in front of his face like a prized carrot, never mind that is only her own daughter that Cora has in mind.
“I will check in with you tomorrow,” she informs him, and he shivers for the strength in her voice. “Perhaps ‘close’ will be closer by then.”
Jefferson nods tightly, and she feels his eyes on her as she leaves, both hungry and haunted.