mine: snow white and the huntsman

8

We have rested long enough. Frost to fire and fire to frost. Iron will melt. But it will writhe inside of itself! All these years, all I’ve known is darkness. But I have never seen a brighter light than when my eyes just opened. And I know that light burns in all of you! Those embers must turn to flame. Iron into sword. I will become your weapon! Forged by the fierce fire that I know is in your hearts! For I have seen what she sees. I know what she knows. I can kill her. And I’d rather die today than live another day of this death! Who will ride with me? Who will be my brother?

Villains with a heart - The Evil Queen

fair and beautiful they had called her, the young maiden with the dark ebony hair and the lips red as mellow apples
there was a storm at her feet, swirling playfully across her soles
she had been a mere teen when the hunter ensnared her with his wide shoulders and his broad chest, with kisses tasting of forest meadows and freedom
beauty he had called her
but then he found another one, his hands not even touching her anymore
she never looked in the mirror again

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prompt au: bellarke as snow white and the huntsman (for @kintanna​!) 

You have eyes, Huntsman, but you do not see. You, who have been with her the longest. She is life itself. She will heal the land. She is the one. Can’t you feel it? Are your ailments not gone? Gold or no gold, where she leads I follow.

8

Once upon a time, in deep winter, a queen was admiring the falling snow, when she saw a rose blooming in defiance of the cold. Reaching for it she pricked her finger and three drops of blood fell. And because the red seemed so alive against the white she thought, “If only I had a child as white as snow, lips as red as blood, hair as black as a raven’s wings, and all with the strength of that rose.” Soon after a daughter was born to the queen and was named Snow White.

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Once upon a time, in deep winter, a queen was admiring the falling snow, when she saw a rose blooming in defiance of the cold. Reaching for it, she pricked her finger and three drops of blood fell. And because the red seemed so alive against the white she thought, “If only I had a child as white as snow, lips as red as blood, hair as black as a raven’s wings, and all with the strength of that rose.” Soon after a daughter was born to the queen and was named Snow White.