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[Nov 1] [10th Kingdom] Parts Left Out
Title: Parts Left Out
Day/Theme: 1.) you silver tongued, unreliable narrator
Series:10th Kingdom
Character/Pairing: Virginia
Rating: PG
This was not the way the stories told it.
Virginia had owned quite the collection of fairy tales when she was a child. They had been thick with full-color illustrations, and black ink sketches of a sunlit paradise of green, spotted with daisies and pranced through by kind-eyed deer. Woodland animals with gentle faces took pleasant interest in the neatly pressed and brightly colored girl children that frolicked into their midst.
Or they had been forbidding forests and dark places. The trees had twisted into ghoulish faces. Yellow and red eyes glared from the black spaces. Gretel and Snow White, Red Riding Hood or Goldilocks had all looked frightened, but adorable. Their hair was still perfect, their tiny shoes spotless as they tiptoed through brambles. Their hems might be a bit tattered, but they were always clean and cute.
No book had ever shown them soaking wet from dew, shivering crankily with pine needles in their hair, legs crossed tightly because they hadn’t gone to the bathroom for hours, and pondering how poisonous the musty little brown mushrooms growing from the rotten leaves might be. They were never spotted with bug bites, caked with mud to the knee, or had an inch of filth under their nails.
Virginia was freezing. The hours between when the dew settled and the sun rose were cold and damp. She was itchy, grimy, and smelly. Getting drenched with cold dew every morning didn’t count as a bath. She could taste her own breath. It had been days since she had brushed her teeth, or had deodorant, or wiped with toilet paper. Her clothes were stiff with dirt and smelling pretty ripe too.
She was also famished. Wolf, she had to admit, had a few gentlemanly traits, and was off gathering what food he could find. For her. She had halfway hoped her state of general stink would keep him off, but no such luck. And since she wasn’t sure where he was, she couldn’t find a bush to go behind. Things were awkward enough between them without giving him a chance to see her with her pants down.
They never mentioned that in the stories, Virginia thought angrily. Apparently fairy tale heroines were all bladder because they went for chapters and nobody mentioned them creeping off to have a moment to themselves in the bushes.
A rustle made her look up quickly. A badger blundered past, grumbling to itself. It gave her a look as if it was her fault all the grubs and slugs were hiding, and showed a set of wicked teeth before bulldozing into the shrubs in its way. So much for friendly animals.
If she ever found either of those Grimm brothers, she was going to break their knees.
Day/Theme: 1.) you silver tongued, unreliable narrator
Series:10th Kingdom
Character/Pairing: Virginia
Rating: PG
This was not the way the stories told it.
Virginia had owned quite the collection of fairy tales when she was a child. They had been thick with full-color illustrations, and black ink sketches of a sunlit paradise of green, spotted with daisies and pranced through by kind-eyed deer. Woodland animals with gentle faces took pleasant interest in the neatly pressed and brightly colored girl children that frolicked into their midst.
Or they had been forbidding forests and dark places. The trees had twisted into ghoulish faces. Yellow and red eyes glared from the black spaces. Gretel and Snow White, Red Riding Hood or Goldilocks had all looked frightened, but adorable. Their hair was still perfect, their tiny shoes spotless as they tiptoed through brambles. Their hems might be a bit tattered, but they were always clean and cute.
No book had ever shown them soaking wet from dew, shivering crankily with pine needles in their hair, legs crossed tightly because they hadn’t gone to the bathroom for hours, and pondering how poisonous the musty little brown mushrooms growing from the rotten leaves might be. They were never spotted with bug bites, caked with mud to the knee, or had an inch of filth under their nails.
Virginia was freezing. The hours between when the dew settled and the sun rose were cold and damp. She was itchy, grimy, and smelly. Getting drenched with cold dew every morning didn’t count as a bath. She could taste her own breath. It had been days since she had brushed her teeth, or had deodorant, or wiped with toilet paper. Her clothes were stiff with dirt and smelling pretty ripe too.
She was also famished. Wolf, she had to admit, had a few gentlemanly traits, and was off gathering what food he could find. For her. She had halfway hoped her state of general stink would keep him off, but no such luck. And since she wasn’t sure where he was, she couldn’t find a bush to go behind. Things were awkward enough between them without giving him a chance to see her with her pants down.
They never mentioned that in the stories, Virginia thought angrily. Apparently fairy tale heroines were all bladder because they went for chapters and nobody mentioned them creeping off to have a moment to themselves in the bushes.
A rustle made her look up quickly. A badger blundered past, grumbling to itself. It gave her a look as if it was her fault all the grubs and slugs were hiding, and showed a set of wicked teeth before bulldozing into the shrubs in its way. So much for friendly animals.
If she ever found either of those Grimm brothers, she was going to break their knees.