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salmon_pinkTitle: The Fall Of Snowflakes
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Red/Snow
Rating: PG
Words: 361
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1drabble, prompt "snow".
Red tips her head back, her hood falling from around her face. The snow falls gently, flakes landing on her nose, her lips, in her eyelashes. The world seems so quiet with the skies painted white and the snow blanketing the ground, the sounds of the forest reverentially hushed.
By rights, she should hate the snow.
Snow should remind her of blood-stained tracks, paw prints turning into the shape of boots. It should remind her of the cold in the air that last time she saw Peter. It should remind her of the night that everything changed, when she found out everything she knew was a lie, even herself.
Red should hate the snow, but she doesn’t.
How could she, when there’s the fall of dark hair in her peripheral vision, a flash of pink lips and green eyes? How could she hate snow, when she has Snow White herself by her side, ready to support and guide and love her?
She turns just in time to see a snowflake land on Snow’s outstretched tongue, Snow’s eyes crossing slightly as she follows its path, and Red can’t help her giggle. Snow’s gaze turns to her, and Red sticks out her own tongue, not to catch snowflakes but to tease, and Snow’s eyes narrow mischievously.
Red lets out a yelp when Snow White ducks down, scooping up a handful of snow, a playful grin on her face. And then it’s easy to get lost in the whoops and the cheers and the taunts, snowballs flying thick and fast. It’ll end the same way these battles always do, the both of them drenched as they give up on ammunition and settle for tackling each other to the ground instead. Rolling and laughing together, breathless and giddy, and the kisses that will follow always chase the chill away.
Red should hate the snow, but instead she adores it, cherishing it and the happiness it inspires in her. It may have been there on that fateful night, but it is light, not darkness, and she will always love it, will always hold a special place for it within her heart, the snow and her Snow.
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Red/Snow
Rating: PG
Words: 361
Notes: For
1drabble, prompt "snow".Red tips her head back, her hood falling from around her face. The snow falls gently, flakes landing on her nose, her lips, in her eyelashes. The world seems so quiet with the skies painted white and the snow blanketing the ground, the sounds of the forest reverentially hushed.
By rights, she should hate the snow.
Snow should remind her of blood-stained tracks, paw prints turning into the shape of boots. It should remind her of the cold in the air that last time she saw Peter. It should remind her of the night that everything changed, when she found out everything she knew was a lie, even herself.
Red should hate the snow, but she doesn’t.
How could she, when there’s the fall of dark hair in her peripheral vision, a flash of pink lips and green eyes? How could she hate snow, when she has Snow White herself by her side, ready to support and guide and love her?
She turns just in time to see a snowflake land on Snow’s outstretched tongue, Snow’s eyes crossing slightly as she follows its path, and Red can’t help her giggle. Snow’s gaze turns to her, and Red sticks out her own tongue, not to catch snowflakes but to tease, and Snow’s eyes narrow mischievously.
Red lets out a yelp when Snow White ducks down, scooping up a handful of snow, a playful grin on her face. And then it’s easy to get lost in the whoops and the cheers and the taunts, snowballs flying thick and fast. It’ll end the same way these battles always do, the both of them drenched as they give up on ammunition and settle for tackling each other to the ground instead. Rolling and laughing together, breathless and giddy, and the kisses that will follow always chase the chill away.
Red should hate the snow, but instead she adores it, cherishing it and the happiness it inspires in her. It may have been there on that fateful night, but it is light, not darkness, and she will always love it, will always hold a special place for it within her heart, the snow and her Snow.
