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strangetrip2017-12-21 12:00 am
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And then there were none - OTA
She was gone. Sansa was gone.
It wasn't unusual for Snow White not to see Sansa for a day or two. Sansa kept to herself much of the time, shy of many of the inn’s inhabitants. But she would find Snow, would talk to Snow, and it would always bring light and warmth to Snow’s day to see her. She didn’t understand why. She didn’t need to know, so long as she could have this.
Yesterday had been just about the most magical day in her life. She'd found Sansa building a castle in the snow, and they'd worked quietly together on this tiny model of a castle called Winterfell. Snow had finally worked up her nerve and kissed her after those last touches were made. It had been terrifying. It had been achingly sweet. But it had not been bad. Neither of them knew what it meant, and yet...
And then today she just knew something was different. Something was wrong. She had gone to Sansa’s room. Then to the desk.
She didn’t cry. Or scream, or rage. Instead she calmly and quietly collected four glass bottles from the bar and took them out to a fence along the road.
She had four bullets left in Rose Red. Two had been used in Songrun, and she had been saving the rest until Percy could make her more. She lined up the bottles on the fence, and stepped back as far as she thought she could manage.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
Zero.
She dropped the gun and went down on her knees in the grass, staring at nothing.
It wasn't unusual for Snow White not to see Sansa for a day or two. Sansa kept to herself much of the time, shy of many of the inn’s inhabitants. But she would find Snow, would talk to Snow, and it would always bring light and warmth to Snow’s day to see her. She didn’t understand why. She didn’t need to know, so long as she could have this.
Yesterday had been just about the most magical day in her life. She'd found Sansa building a castle in the snow, and they'd worked quietly together on this tiny model of a castle called Winterfell. Snow had finally worked up her nerve and kissed her after those last touches were made. It had been terrifying. It had been achingly sweet. But it had not been bad. Neither of them knew what it meant, and yet...
And then today she just knew something was different. Something was wrong. She had gone to Sansa’s room. Then to the desk.
She didn’t cry. Or scream, or rage. Instead she calmly and quietly collected four glass bottles from the bar and took them out to a fence along the road.
She had four bullets left in Rose Red. Two had been used in Songrun, and she had been saving the rest until Percy could make her more. She lined up the bottles on the fence, and stepped back as far as she thought she could manage.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
Zero.
She dropped the gun and went down on her knees in the grass, staring at nothing.
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Regina lay her down on the bed, moved crisply into the bathroom, and returned with a cool compress for Snow's face.
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She didn't want to get up ever again.
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"People say that ice cream helps. I've never noticed that it does, but if you want some, I'll get it for you," Regina said in her most soothing voice. She might have been telling a story or singing a lullaby. If Snow wanted ice cream, she'd get it, but what Regina wanted was to make words Snow didn't need to think about so she would know her mother was here.
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