(Disney) Turnover
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salmon_pinkTitle: Turnover
Fandom: Disney (Snow White And The Seven Dwarfs)
Pairing: Queen Grimhilde/Snow White
Rating: PG-13
Words: 324
Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
100_women, prompt "apple".
Queen Grimhilde watches through narrowed eyes that are not her own. She can feel the difference of this form acutely, feel the ancient sagging skin of her brow as she frowns and the gnarled knuckles of her fingers as she curls them into fists. But beneath the exterior of the old hag, Queen Grimhilde holds her breath, heart beating erratically in her chest.
Foolish, trusting girl, smiling so sweetly for her. Benign and friendly to all, even those she should run from, and Queen Grimhilde’s top lip pulls back in a sneer to reveal the hag’s rotting, yellowed teeth.
She raises the apple to lips that are red and full, and Queen Grimhilde finds herself caught upon them, caught upon the plushness of Snow White’s mouth. She has thought of it before, of the wasted opportunity of dismissing the girl to live as a mere servant.
She would have made an exquisite concubine, and Queen Grimhilde stares openly at the swell of Snow White’s bottom lip, the delicate curve of her Cupid’s bow.
It is only her pride that has not allowed her to admit her mistake in the past, but now she feels a hunger that outmatches any potential blow to her ego, a deep and dark churning within her gut and loins that tells her to stop this now, while the possibility of more still lives.
Perhaps Snow White truly is the fairest in the land. But then it only makes sense that Queen Grimhilde should own that beauty, that she should keep it for herself, locked away in her private chambers. Snow White should be hers to touch, to taste, to ravish and use and explore, and she raises a hand that is too old and too slow. Throat too ancient and parched to form the words, and by then Snow White’s teeth are sinking into the flesh of the poisoned apple and it is too late for either of them.
Fandom: Disney (Snow White And The Seven Dwarfs)
Pairing: Queen Grimhilde/Snow White
Rating: PG-13
Words: 324
Notes: For
100_women, prompt "apple".Queen Grimhilde watches through narrowed eyes that are not her own. She can feel the difference of this form acutely, feel the ancient sagging skin of her brow as she frowns and the gnarled knuckles of her fingers as she curls them into fists. But beneath the exterior of the old hag, Queen Grimhilde holds her breath, heart beating erratically in her chest.
Foolish, trusting girl, smiling so sweetly for her. Benign and friendly to all, even those she should run from, and Queen Grimhilde’s top lip pulls back in a sneer to reveal the hag’s rotting, yellowed teeth.
She raises the apple to lips that are red and full, and Queen Grimhilde finds herself caught upon them, caught upon the plushness of Snow White’s mouth. She has thought of it before, of the wasted opportunity of dismissing the girl to live as a mere servant.
She would have made an exquisite concubine, and Queen Grimhilde stares openly at the swell of Snow White’s bottom lip, the delicate curve of her Cupid’s bow.
It is only her pride that has not allowed her to admit her mistake in the past, but now she feels a hunger that outmatches any potential blow to her ego, a deep and dark churning within her gut and loins that tells her to stop this now, while the possibility of more still lives.
Perhaps Snow White truly is the fairest in the land. But then it only makes sense that Queen Grimhilde should own that beauty, that she should keep it for herself, locked away in her private chambers. Snow White should be hers to touch, to taste, to ravish and use and explore, and she raises a hand that is too old and too slow. Throat too ancient and parched to form the words, and by then Snow White’s teeth are sinking into the flesh of the poisoned apple and it is too late for either of them.
