Erin Stark

I would have thought that by now Ms. Stark would have gotten the memo to 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠.

Well, as they say: if you want something done ( 𝑹𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 )... 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅.

Yes, she is.

Unfortunately I did not miss your near-sighted arguments and irksome meddling, so your sentiment is unrequited.

Your hurt feelings are of no concern to me.

In what world do you believe that to be any of your business either way?

Referring to my son as ‘a thing’ now? Lovely.

~ between Emma and Henry, there’s no debate. “You’re surprised?” Regina questions once more. “It’s not as though Ms. Swan has ever possessed taste, let alone 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 taste. And besides, you should fit in quite well with him.” Whereas Regina’s ~

The truth always mattered to you. I’m simply ensuring you have it.

Erin thinks I care, but the only thing I care about is getting to join in on the fun. And Lilith isn’t exactly considerate when it comes to these matters. But I digress...

~ on ghosts and demons. “All of my Facebook friends are Storybrooke residents, that won’t help at all.” Lacquered nails strum along the porcelain mug she holds within her grasp. “And Dracula is out. His demeanor’s soured towards me.” Now that ~

~ meddling. Without a great deal of caution, Regina’s well aware that in a few days the private investigator may become nothing but a chew toy for Lilith which… well, it’s not exactly the worst thing in the world, but she does need Erin to win ~

~ remarks and dazzling company.” At least now Regina can take some small comfort in knowing Erin, too, knows how it feels to be haunted by unwanted visitors.