I've finally gotten my enthusiasm back for this one after watching the new movie Mirror Mirror , so I decided to post something that's already finished from it; the scene in which Snow White's 'prince' brings her 'back to life' with a kiss.
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Enjoy!
Rumors
of the wildest and most startling nature had been flying thick and fast through
the village of Rhine, and they all had started in the forest right on the
border of Spoon. It wasn’t too far, but an opportunity to see for himself
didn’t come for a while.
As
he came slowly into the clearing, he understood, and believed.
“So.
Its…true, than. She killed her,”
For
there, laying on a golden pyre, a glass cover pushed back, lay Snow White.
Her
body showed no signs of decay as he drew closer, and the rumors had begun
months ago. It did seem fitting that the body of the fairest girl in the land
should remain incorrupt.
Finally,
Hunter stood right beside Snow White, gazing down at her, resplendent unto
death. They should keep her
covered…whoever did this. She’s in danger this way.
“This
is my fault,” Hunter breathed. “I shouldn’t have just sent you off. I should
have taken you…hidden you. I could have done my job. I could’ve kept you safe.
I didn’t. And I’m sorry, Snow White. I’m sorry,”
Her
face was whiter than ever, like frozen marble, and when he dared reach out and
gently touch her hand, it, too, was like ice.
“Dead,”
he breathed. “It seems selfish, but…at least I didn’t have to kill you. That
would’ve been…so much harder. At least now…hopefully…you have some peace. The
Queen never let you have any here.”
He was saddened to the depths of his soul, not so much that Snow White was dead. She had surely been drawn straight into Heaven, pure and deserving. But he was very, very sad that he had never had to courage to take risks and make mistakes. Maybe it would have ended in him losing his head, but it truly would have been better than this guilt. Better than knowing everything he didn’t do. Everything he could have done.
He was saddened to the depths of his soul, not so much that Snow White was dead. She had surely been drawn straight into Heaven, pure and deserving. But he was very, very sad that he had never had to courage to take risks and make mistakes. Maybe it would have ended in him losing his head, but it truly would have been better than this guilt. Better than knowing everything he didn’t do. Everything he could have done.
“I
can’t make this right. Its too late. But I want you to know Snow White…if you
hear my humble prayers…that I loved you. I loved you…not because you were
beautiful, but because…because all my life, I waited for you. When I found
you…I thought…” he sighed.
“You
were a princess. I was your guard. I had to keep you safe, whether I loved you
or not. I miss you, Snow White. I miss your laugh and your smile…I just wish I
had taken the chance to get to know you. To be sure. To let you know…in spite
of the consequences…how I felt about you.”
Deciding,
for once in his life, to be bold, he bent down, gazing at her beautiful face,
so peaceful and still, and whispered in her ear, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.
Goodbye.”
He
bent further, and kissed her.
Her
lips were frigid, but soft. He kissed her softly and firmly, closing his eyes,
cherishing this moment, even though it was too late. Its never too late to love. Its just…too late for it to matter.
He
kissed her longer than was proper, certainly, but it felt right. It felt…real.
True.
He
breathed in the scent of her, still vanilla and cherry blossoms, mingled with
the intoxicating scent of dried roses.
Finally,
he drew away, and opened his eyes.
Snow
White’s sparkling violet eyes stared back at him.
