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Fandom: Original, Fairytale-based
Characters: male!Snow White, male!Rose Red mentioned, Vera (Snow Queen)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: She came out from behind the evergreens then, and he realized that she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Not in the hormonal way that most boys thought, but in fact and whole truth.
Notes: Just something from a universe that Drak and I play in from time to time. Been a WIP forever, I finally got in the mood to finish it. Vera's appearance taken from a dream I had once.
Winter had always been his time, when things felt right and good. He'd been named in honor of it, because his mother had loved it too. And when he was small, he liked to think that winter loved him back, on the bad days when Stepmother was at her harshest.
And he was right, in a way.
"In all the times I've seen you out here, I've never seen you cry, boy."
He was sixteen, and it had been a few months since his trapper boyfriend had his heart eaten. Boyfriend. What a silly word. He hadn't cried then, and it was such a foreign thing he didn't even realize that he was now until the woman pointed it out.
Wait, woman?
"Who are you?"
"You may call me Vera."
"So you've seen me?"
"Yes."
She came out from behind the evergreens then, and he realized that she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Not in the hormonal way that most boys thought, but in fact and whole truth.
Vera was like the invert of Stepmother; platinum hair, eyes so pale they were almost white, skin brown as a tree trunk in the snow woods, and young. She appeared to be his age, but the way she talked and the way she wore only the lightest of pale silks and kept her shoulders bare in such cold suggested she was probably far older and less human than she looked.
"May I sit with you?" It felt a little colder when she came by; but somehow that was better than the uncomfortable warmth of home.
"Alright. Why... have you been watching me?"
She pushed aside some of his hair, the part that tended to fall in his eyes. He leaned into the coolness of her hand. "Because you're beautiful, Snow."
What did a lost sixteen-year-old have against a pretty girl being nice?
So when things advanced, as they always seemed to with him, he wasn't scared or shut down like he normally was. She was cold like a good run on a December morning, and she whispered like the hushed wind of a frost. Vera seemed to know what he needed right then, and he would have told her...
"You are never alone when you come into these woods. Don't forget that."
---
He came to see her, specifically, when he was eighteen. She had aged with him, becoming less slim but more shapely, another contrast to Stepmother's desire to remain a waif. Her features remained much the same, only her hair seemed longer, a little more untamed.
She seemed pleased to see him, reaching out her arms to embrace him. "You're getting so tall."
Vera chilled him nearly to the bone, but unlike most humans he'd been in contact with, she was at least genuine. Which was why he had come to see her, instead of simply walking through her woods as he normally did.
"Vera, I need your help."
She let go and looked into his eyes. He drew his breath, hoping that she would be able to help and he wouldn't lose his courage to ask her.
"I need to run away. For good. Where she can't find me."
The first time he'd tried to run away his Stepmother had eaten the heart of the one who had helped him. But Vera likely be more of a match for her than a seventeen year old boy.
He could see the sadness in her expression. "Leave your country and your woods?"
It had felt like an icicle to the heart the first time he'd thought about leaving. The country he could do without; he was a lesser noble, there were many in line for the throne before him. Stepmother had been using him to help her gather power so that she could take over, and each essence he helped her snatch had made him wonder if it was even worth being alive.
But leaving the woods.... Vera's woods... that would be the hardest. In some ways she was the closest thing he'd had to a mother. "The longer I stay, the more of a tool she'll make me... and she's starting to use my brother too. I don't want him to go through it. He's only twelve."
She kissed him on the forehead. "No witch will be able to track you through these woods. Stay in them until you reach the river, then you will be able to take a boat south and out of here."
She touched his hair and what had been dark as the night turned white as her fingers ran through the strands. "May this help conceal you, and remind you of your real home."
He kissed her lips, unable to think of any thanks to give her with words. He tasted frost on his tongue before withdrawing and running as fast as he could back to the city, to get his brother and leave forever.
---
The a wind blew snow over their tracks as they went through the woods and dispersed any signs of them as they trudged to the river. His little brother Red didn't like the cold as much as he did, and Snow had to periodically stop to help him warm himself.
A small boat waited for them on the shore of the river, which was too fast moving to freeze over even in the middle of winter. The bow was carved with imagines of winter creatures like owls and wolves and he knew that Vera had left it for them.
It took him some time to figure out how to to push off and leap into the boat properly, and even longer to handle the oars. The woods seemed to retreat, and he felt an icicle pang again as a snow storm soon hid the trees from view.
"Goodbye, Snow Queen... maybe some day I'll be able to come home again."
Characters: male!Snow White, male!Rose Red mentioned, Vera (Snow Queen)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: She came out from behind the evergreens then, and he realized that she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Not in the hormonal way that most boys thought, but in fact and whole truth.
Notes: Just something from a universe that Drak and I play in from time to time. Been a WIP forever, I finally got in the mood to finish it. Vera's appearance taken from a dream I had once.
Winter had always been his time, when things felt right and good. He'd been named in honor of it, because his mother had loved it too. And when he was small, he liked to think that winter loved him back, on the bad days when Stepmother was at her harshest.
And he was right, in a way.
"In all the times I've seen you out here, I've never seen you cry, boy."
He was sixteen, and it had been a few months since his trapper boyfriend had his heart eaten. Boyfriend. What a silly word. He hadn't cried then, and it was such a foreign thing he didn't even realize that he was now until the woman pointed it out.
Wait, woman?
"Who are you?"
"You may call me Vera."
"So you've seen me?"
"Yes."
She came out from behind the evergreens then, and he realized that she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Not in the hormonal way that most boys thought, but in fact and whole truth.
Vera was like the invert of Stepmother; platinum hair, eyes so pale they were almost white, skin brown as a tree trunk in the snow woods, and young. She appeared to be his age, but the way she talked and the way she wore only the lightest of pale silks and kept her shoulders bare in such cold suggested she was probably far older and less human than she looked.
"May I sit with you?" It felt a little colder when she came by; but somehow that was better than the uncomfortable warmth of home.
"Alright. Why... have you been watching me?"
She pushed aside some of his hair, the part that tended to fall in his eyes. He leaned into the coolness of her hand. "Because you're beautiful, Snow."
What did a lost sixteen-year-old have against a pretty girl being nice?
So when things advanced, as they always seemed to with him, he wasn't scared or shut down like he normally was. She was cold like a good run on a December morning, and she whispered like the hushed wind of a frost. Vera seemed to know what he needed right then, and he would have told her...
"You are never alone when you come into these woods. Don't forget that."
---
He came to see her, specifically, when he was eighteen. She had aged with him, becoming less slim but more shapely, another contrast to Stepmother's desire to remain a waif. Her features remained much the same, only her hair seemed longer, a little more untamed.
She seemed pleased to see him, reaching out her arms to embrace him. "You're getting so tall."
Vera chilled him nearly to the bone, but unlike most humans he'd been in contact with, she was at least genuine. Which was why he had come to see her, instead of simply walking through her woods as he normally did.
"Vera, I need your help."
She let go and looked into his eyes. He drew his breath, hoping that she would be able to help and he wouldn't lose his courage to ask her.
"I need to run away. For good. Where she can't find me."
The first time he'd tried to run away his Stepmother had eaten the heart of the one who had helped him. But Vera likely be more of a match for her than a seventeen year old boy.
He could see the sadness in her expression. "Leave your country and your woods?"
It had felt like an icicle to the heart the first time he'd thought about leaving. The country he could do without; he was a lesser noble, there were many in line for the throne before him. Stepmother had been using him to help her gather power so that she could take over, and each essence he helped her snatch had made him wonder if it was even worth being alive.
But leaving the woods.... Vera's woods... that would be the hardest. In some ways she was the closest thing he'd had to a mother. "The longer I stay, the more of a tool she'll make me... and she's starting to use my brother too. I don't want him to go through it. He's only twelve."
She kissed him on the forehead. "No witch will be able to track you through these woods. Stay in them until you reach the river, then you will be able to take a boat south and out of here."
She touched his hair and what had been dark as the night turned white as her fingers ran through the strands. "May this help conceal you, and remind you of your real home."
He kissed her lips, unable to think of any thanks to give her with words. He tasted frost on his tongue before withdrawing and running as fast as he could back to the city, to get his brother and leave forever.
---
The a wind blew snow over their tracks as they went through the woods and dispersed any signs of them as they trudged to the river. His little brother Red didn't like the cold as much as he did, and Snow had to periodically stop to help him warm himself.
A small boat waited for them on the shore of the river, which was too fast moving to freeze over even in the middle of winter. The bow was carved with imagines of winter creatures like owls and wolves and he knew that Vera had left it for them.
It took him some time to figure out how to to push off and leap into the boat properly, and even longer to handle the oars. The woods seemed to retreat, and he felt an icicle pang again as a snow storm soon hid the trees from view.
"Goodbye, Snow Queen... maybe some day I'll be able to come home again."
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