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Honestly, she didn’t expect to see the king here. Or, well, former king she supposed. Even if it was still completely crazy that they’d made a sixteen year old king. But he was here, standing in her dorm room. Which anyone being in her room besides Evie was weird but when it was her boyfriend’s father-- well things got weirder. And of course it didn’t exactly fill her with confidence. “Um, your majesty? I wasn’t expecting to see you. Is everything alright-- is Ben ok?!”
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“--a legend is sung, of when England was young--” It hurt, knowing her life, her first life, had been reduced to nothing more than a legend. And yet, if she was asked for one of England’s legends, she could pick none better.
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there was a small book, decorated with pictures on each page, sitting atop the dining table, accompanied by the rose rattle that had been recovered from the windmill apartment. it was the latest in a series of small trinkets recovered from the attic to adorn the nursery that was in the process of being renovated. she hadn’t yet told him, about the renovation or the necessity of it. instead, when she saw the questioning look in his eyes, she simply said, ‘ don’t mind that. the staff and i were just doing some cleaning. ‘
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❛ there’s commotion a mile east. should we check it out ? ❜
@bcastmade :: RUNAWAY AU
The pie was so closed to being done- just a few more minutes to finish baking thil everything would be caramelized and crisped perfectly. Snow loved morning sliek these, were everything outside the cottage was calm and still and everything inside was warm and buzzing with humble life. She felt at home next to the furnace- the smell and the heat enwrapping her. Even though she’d been taught to bake in the worst year of her life, it was still a fond memory for her.
The same woman who had taught her how to fold the crust correctly, and slice the apples to proper size was the woman who had snuck her out of the castle. She was the only person who didn’t think the plan was crazy. Although it had been devised by mere children it was possible. And as Snow looked out the window of the feeble shelter which she now called home she silently thanked that woman in her head.
As for her accomplice, Snow made sure to thank him every day. Whether it was verbally or not. They had both lived blessed childhoods, with people who loved and cared for them. But at the turn of the first decade in their lives things changed. With death there came pain, and the pain only seemed to multiply. Pain makes some cruel, and both Snow and Adam were victim to that cruelty. So they escaped, they devised a plan, held each other hands, and fled to the woods.
And here they were ten years later, passing as poor folk in the woods. Of course Snow still had some earrings and necklace stashed to sell in case times got tough- but for now everything was peaceful. Snow gently pushed open the window to call through. Having not heard Adam moving about the house she figured he was outside, probably chopping more firewood. “Pie is ready!” she said, her voice catching on the mid-morning breeze, “Baked with just as much love as it is every day!”
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@bcastmade didn’t ask for this and yet
she new she was no longer welcome here, that she had not been since the moment she revealed herself as an enchantress. and yet watching her son in torment year after year had not been enough punishment for what she had done, for what she allowed him to become. and yet, she could not depart without speaking to him just one last time. ‘ i know i am not welcome, and i will depart within the hour. i just wanted to say goodbye. ‘
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IT WAS FAR from the first time he’d seen his father on his sojourns –– unintentional, of course –– through time, but it was the first time his father had SEEN him and KNOWN. It was a new level of awkward he had tried to avoid as best he could as he prepared to take the throne his father was preparing to take right then. René glanced over to see his father looking at him, again, and sighed, pressing the heel of his palm into his eye. “You look like you’ve got something to say.”
BAD LUCK COMES IN THREES
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