I don't think... [She remembers the Gander, gloating about his fine work on her. How the next time her story began they'd see just how much the briars took next. How Toy Island was littered with remains, how Ylfa's family wanted to believe her dead, how Timothy held the fresh bones of his own son in his hands.]
I don't believe my world is kind enough to let that be true.
[How about we show her why?
A void yawns around the pair and for the umpteenth time this week, they fall into the past.
Into the thorns.]
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she's quiet for a moment, just taking that in. maybe coughs a little, gags at the idea of vines that far down. but eventually, after she gets her head around the concept of having to dislodge yourself from vines like that -- she exhales.]
[Her throat is thick, too. A combination of the fit and the rehash, phantoms of the briars dragging through her throat as she watches herself pull them loose. Then there were the princes. The quiet. Absolute silence from a palace that had always brimmed with life.]
I had to give it up already. I'll be all right, I just need a bit of time. I did make peace with most of it before?
[She sniffs, touching her hand to her nose. Luckily she's a pretty crier. Pretty pretty pretty, and oh so graceful. What useful gifts the fairies left her.]
I think it was just easier when I didn't know how wonderful it would be.
[god, she's so bad at this, but for rosamund, throné really is trying.]
That's what I mean. It's cruel to show it to you. [but... a little sigh.] You have as much time as it takes. And if it never does, that is fine too. I hope you know that.
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I don't believe my world is kind enough to let that be true.
[How about we show her why?
A void yawns around the pair and for the umpteenth time this week, they fall into the past.
Into the thorns.]
((Watch from 8:55-22:25, content warning for mouth/nose gore, body horror))
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she's quiet for a moment, just taking that in. maybe coughs a little, gags at the idea of vines that far down. but eventually, after she gets her head around the concept of having to dislodge yourself from vines like that -- she exhales.]
... I'm sorry. [she says, finally.] Rosamund, that's... that's awful.
[she is frowning so, so much.]
You... you are allowed to feel devastated at having what you wanted shown to you and ripped from your hands.
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I had to give it up already. I'll be all right, I just need a bit of time. I did make peace with most of it before?
[She sniffs, touching her hand to her nose. Luckily she's a pretty crier. Pretty pretty pretty, and oh so graceful. What useful gifts the fairies left her.]
I think it was just easier when I didn't know how wonderful it would be.
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That's what I mean. It's cruel to show it to you. [but... a little sigh.] You have as much time as it takes. And if it never does, that is fine too. I hope you know that.