the walls close in, snow/eric, pg it kinda shifted from the prompt but... :D
She dreams of the forest, of the dark twisting trees that slithered up her arms and cold ground that pulled her under and wakes hearing Ravenna's words at her ear. Her chambers are dark when she wakes, the candles long snuffed out by the wind that drifts in through her open windows -- it had been a point of contention with her new guards, her open windows, her open door, the opened draw bridge but she hates locked doors now, hates feeling as if they'll stay locked and keep her inside forever -- and the room is now chilled. The mattress is too soft under her, pulling her with it's fine silks and golden threads. It makes her think of Ravenna, golden, bright and pulling her to her death.
Snow scrambles of the bed. Her breath still heavy and catching from the dream.
The forest pulling at her, taking her in; Ravenna doing the same.
She makes her herself stop from running to the door and curls by the foot of her bed. She's no stranger to nightmares. Every night since she was seven woken in her cell shivering from them.
It's only been the forest, the only the laid beyond her own, away from Ravenna's reach that she ever slept peacefully. She makes herself remember how the sunlight felt and how green the grass was under her and how alive it smelled. But that's not completely true.
Her feet don't sound on the stones as she leaves her rooms.
Between the Duke's sense of responsibility towards her and William's protectiveness Eric's quarter are farther from her than she would have like. She wanted him near the royal apartments, but there had been words thrown around all around her telling her it wouldn't be proper. Proper, she had wanted to say, is something she's not sure she understands anymore. But she had relented and Eric's chamber are farther than she would have liked.
There are goosebumps on her skin as she knock on his door. The castle is too quiet around her. The kingdom has started to heal but the quiet dark shadow of Ravenna's rule still permeates much. The castle still feels too close to Death, to Ravenna. It's not returned to being home yet. Snow feels uneasy as she waits for Eric to wake.
He opens the door, blinking down at her.
"Snow?"
"I can't sleep."
His eyes trail her face. She feels as they linger at her jaw, steady and blue, making her think of the sky. He reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, smile soft.
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She dreams of the forest, of the dark twisting trees that slithered up her arms and cold ground that pulled her under and wakes hearing Ravenna's words at her ear. Her chambers are dark when she wakes, the candles long snuffed out by the wind that drifts in through her open windows -- it had been a point of contention with her new guards, her open windows, her open door, the opened draw bridge but she hates locked doors now, hates feeling as if they'll stay locked and keep her inside forever -- and the room is now chilled. The mattress is too soft under her, pulling her with it's fine silks and golden threads. It makes her think of Ravenna, golden, bright and pulling her to her death.
Snow scrambles of the bed. Her breath still heavy and catching from the dream.
The forest pulling at her, taking her in; Ravenna doing the same.
She makes her herself stop from running to the door and curls by the foot of her bed. She's no stranger to nightmares. Every night since she was seven woken in her cell shivering from them.
It's only been the forest, the only the laid beyond her own, away from Ravenna's reach that she ever slept peacefully. She makes herself remember how the sunlight felt and how green the grass was under her and how alive it smelled. But that's not completely true.
Her feet don't sound on the stones as she leaves her rooms.
Between the Duke's sense of responsibility towards her and William's protectiveness Eric's quarter are farther from her than she would have like. She wanted him near the royal apartments, but there had been words thrown around all around her telling her it wouldn't be proper. Proper, she had wanted to say, is something she's not sure she understands anymore. But she had relented and Eric's chamber are farther than she would have liked.
There are goosebumps on her skin as she knock on his door. The castle is too quiet around her. The kingdom has started to heal but the quiet dark shadow of Ravenna's rule still permeates much. The castle still feels too close to Death, to Ravenna. It's not returned to being home yet. Snow feels uneasy as she waits for Eric to wake.
He opens the door, blinking down at her.
"Snow?"
"I can't sleep."
His eyes trail her face. She feels as they linger at her jaw, steady and blue, making her think of the sky. He reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, smile soft.
"Well, come on."