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[Sept 12] [Snow White] Perfect
Title: Perfect
Day/Theme: 13. yellow, because I don't like green
Series:Snow White
Character/Pairing: The Evil Queen
Rating: PG
Everything had to be just so. Perfection wasn’t gained through haphazard methods. If you wanted something to be perfect, you had to have all the elements arranged flawlessly. The Queen had developed flawless into an art form. She was as carefully, perfectly beautiful as was possible. No one had been able to find anything to complain about since she was ten years old.
She was older than that now, though. Much older. And she prided herself on remaining as flawless at that age as she had at any other. She was satisfied that the she had outshone her predecessor in every way. The first Queen’s portraits had vanished one by one, replaced by her own. The elaborate memorial ceremonies held on the anniversary of the first Queen’s death had dwindled into one candle lit in the chapel. She was the new Queen, gradually replacing the memory of the old one. Soon, she was confident, she would be the only Queen.
There was one problem. The only person that hadn’t forgotten the old Queen, was the dead woman’s daughter. The girl was quiet and charming enough that there had been no ill-will between them until the child had turned twelve. Then the murmurs began. The sight of the girl stirred memories of the first Queen, and as if summoned by the whispers, the ghost of the dead Queen walked again, in the hearts and minds of the people, and the new Queen, flawless as she was, felt her own image fade from them.
For the first time, in all those years, she had a rival. A young one, lovely and sweet, who brought with her a memory of happier times. There was no way to compete with that and keep up the flawless façade, but there were steps that could be taken.
The spell called for apples. Sweet ones. She had wanted to use the dreamy yellow apples from the tree by the stone well. They were yellow as cat eyes, flecked with amber, and tooth-achingly sweet. Like the girl, she thought, digging her perfect nails into one. The green ones that were left for her in her chambers only infuriated her. Poisonous green, as hard as her heart, and as sour as the taste already in her mouth, it was as if her jealousy had grown on trees.
In the end, the yellow had worked either. They were too soft and malleable, again like the girl. As much as it galled her to deviate from the recipe, she had to settle for red.
Day/Theme: 13. yellow, because I don't like green
Series:Snow White
Character/Pairing: The Evil Queen
Rating: PG
Everything had to be just so. Perfection wasn’t gained through haphazard methods. If you wanted something to be perfect, you had to have all the elements arranged flawlessly. The Queen had developed flawless into an art form. She was as carefully, perfectly beautiful as was possible. No one had been able to find anything to complain about since she was ten years old.
She was older than that now, though. Much older. And she prided herself on remaining as flawless at that age as she had at any other. She was satisfied that the she had outshone her predecessor in every way. The first Queen’s portraits had vanished one by one, replaced by her own. The elaborate memorial ceremonies held on the anniversary of the first Queen’s death had dwindled into one candle lit in the chapel. She was the new Queen, gradually replacing the memory of the old one. Soon, she was confident, she would be the only Queen.
There was one problem. The only person that hadn’t forgotten the old Queen, was the dead woman’s daughter. The girl was quiet and charming enough that there had been no ill-will between them until the child had turned twelve. Then the murmurs began. The sight of the girl stirred memories of the first Queen, and as if summoned by the whispers, the ghost of the dead Queen walked again, in the hearts and minds of the people, and the new Queen, flawless as she was, felt her own image fade from them.
For the first time, in all those years, she had a rival. A young one, lovely and sweet, who brought with her a memory of happier times. There was no way to compete with that and keep up the flawless façade, but there were steps that could be taken.
The spell called for apples. Sweet ones. She had wanted to use the dreamy yellow apples from the tree by the stone well. They were yellow as cat eyes, flecked with amber, and tooth-achingly sweet. Like the girl, she thought, digging her perfect nails into one. The green ones that were left for her in her chambers only infuriated her. Poisonous green, as hard as her heart, and as sour as the taste already in her mouth, it was as if her jealousy had grown on trees.
In the end, the yellow had worked either. They were too soft and malleable, again like the girl. As much as it galled her to deviate from the recipe, she had to settle for red.