And then there were none - OTA

[st_arkcrowblack]

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.

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[st_arkcrowblack]

Snow gave the strange syllables her best try, but she kept getting tongue-tied. And then after the third or fourth try, she forgot what it was supposed to sound like at all.

She laughed.

And then she started like a surprised rabbit.

[st_makemeastone]

River laughed as well, amused and at the same time a little melancholy hearing the words. It made her a little homesick strangely.

When Snow started River's laugh stopped too and she cocked her head at her friend.

[st_arkcrowblack]

Snow didn't know how to explain herself. It felt good to laugh. It felt wrong to laugh. She shrugged.

[st_makemeastone]

The up side to being friends with River (it was also the down side) you didn't have to have the words to explain. She still knew. And in this instance she understood.

"Sometimes I forget to miss Simon."

[st_arkcrowblack]

It was a shock enough when Snow started to forget to be afraid of her stepmother. It was too early to her mind to start forgetting anything. But being miserable like this... she'd lost the talent for it. "I can barely stand feeling my own feelings. How the fuck do you function?"

[st_makemeastone]

She didn't respond for a moment, there was so much to say in response but none of it had words.

"Often I do not."

[st_arkcrowblack]

Snow went very quiet at that thought, in her mind as well as her words. "I'm sorry," she said finally.

[st_makemeastone]

"You are not at fault," she still sometimes got frustrated when everyone was vary loud - but it was easier here than on Serenity. More space even if there was more people.

"I believe ice cream would help." With what Snow was feeling. "Or cocoa."

[st_arkcrowblack]

"... Cocoa." Snow decided. "It's not warm enough for ice cream."

[st_makemeastone]

"Sam says I am not allowed to use the stove without supervision," There might have been an incident with a pot left on a stove without supervision and possibly there had been some smoke.

"I will stir and you will supervise."

[st_arkcrowblack]

Snow nodded her agreement. "I can do that."

[st_makemeastone]

River pushed gracefully to her feet, and where another person might offer a hand to their friend either in assistance or simple comfort she blinked down as at Snow and then turned toward the inn.