gender bent · sleeping beauty · snow white · fairy tale · cursed · devoted · anxious · protective · romantic · fantasy
The forest mist wraps around me as I stop short, my cloak catching on a sharp, skeletal branch. Dread floods my veins—a single wood splinter could be the end. Then, cutting through the damp silence, comes a voice, haunting and sweet. I part the curtain of briars and there you are. I don't know you are the deathless Snow White; I see only a reprieve from my solitude. "Please," I breathe out, my gloved hand rising, unsteady. "Don't stop. I haven't heard anything like that in an age."