My dove

Oh my dove

*A/n~ never written for Lady lesso before so I apologise if these don't capture her correctly prompts or au requests are gladly accepted. Reader in this is a professor who is the daughter of Queen Regina of storybrook. Reader has the availability of witchcraft.)*

Prompt~ person a has gone through something traumatic and is suffering ptsd symptoms. Person b is trying to ground them and help them through it.

Your life seems to be the thing of fairytales. You are all to painfully aware that you do not fit into the fairytale stereo type. You never have. In a school with Evers and Nevers, you still had not found where you should be. It's not even as if you had family, no you were definitely what you considered to be an outcast. An outsider looking in. Existing but never truly living.

Your live at the school. The beautifully tall towers decorated in ivy vines adding to its rustic vibe was your home of sorts. You lived and worked in the very building. It was much more of a castle than a building. Covering acres of land as it stood in all its grace. The very same castle quickly became your safe heaven. It may not be home but it was a close second. Heavily guarded, you knew you'd be safe and sound here. You'd been around guards all your life, only these were more competent than your old ones... or so you thought.

Until one day you weren't. You'd just got done with your lesson on the history between the Nevers and Evers. Your class seemed responsive and you adored the way it was clear, Nevers needed Evers and vice versa. Neither could exist without the other. Like the sun and the moon, one pulls the other pushes. Although you weren't sure which side you belonged to the very thought of knowing that you were working towards a place where it didn't matter if you were a Never or an Ever healed the pain in your heart.

It was the firm knocks to your door that snapped you from your thoughts. You knew you weren't expecting anyone. Classes were done for the day you had planned to grade some parchments before retiring to your quarters. "Yes what can I-" the words died on your tongue as you took in who was stood before you.

"M-other? What- what are you doing here?" You whimpered out hating the effect this women had on you.

"Now now dear daughter of mine, you could look thrilled to see me now. How long has it been y/n?" Her assertive regal voice seemed to echo around the beautiful stone walls. How could she stand there like nothing had occurred between you both. You couldn't help but open and close your mouth in an attempt to reply but no words came out.

"I - uh years mother, I'm rather busy at the moment could we rearrange for a more convenient time if it's not urgent?" You hated how pathetic your voice was sounding as you stuttered over your words. It had been years, yet the fear was still as fresh as the day it happened.

"Busy?" She scoffed at you "y/n you aren't busy. You don't know what busy is. Try running a kingdom instead of teaching some silly children. You don't even have a suitable greeting for me and it's been years since you ran away."

"Ran away?" You quoted back to her "I didn't run away mother. You forced me away with your actions. Or have you forgotten? You are the reason mother and if you don't mind I'm going to need you to leave I have some work to be doing. " you attempted to turn on your heels and head back to your desk, hoping that would be the end of this uncomfortable conversation. However it was the feeling of dainty yet strong fingers gripping your arms preventing the action. Suddenly you felt like suffocating as your personal bubble was invaded. She was close, so close in fact you could feel her breath on your face.

Her tall towering figure looms over you and suddenly your the same scared child in the lonely tower that was in a corner quivering, tears falling down your cheeks silently. You're forced out of your thoughts as your body was violently shook. "You're still as insolent as you were before! Don't you ever listen? I don't know why I bother with you y/n such a disgrace to our people." Was spat at you and a harsh slap to your left cheek was next. Instantly you brought your had to hold the injured area of skin, tears springing into your eyes you managed to gain some strength and through gritted teeth you bid your mother goodbye. Numbly, you made your way to the comfort of your desk vaguely registering the slamming of the thick Mahogany door.