[Her breath catches as the drop takes her. For a split second she has the mad thought that his kiss has broken the curse — except there's no curse to break anymore.
Rosamund floats amid the stars. Wades. Remains still. Hard to tell which. She brings her hand in front of her face, turning them over in awe, looking down over her altered form before blinking up at Viktor.
The voice in her head isn't jarring. It's kind of expected, even. She smiles to him.]
I'm not. [Out loud? Head to head? What does it matter as long as the message comes across. It's a much less unsettling void than the last one she'd been cast to. No godlike monster giving chase, no burning pages from their stories, no threat of unravelling. She moves closer, if she can, marvelling at his new shine.] Goodness, Viktor, you've become something larger than yourself. Haven't you?
[It hadn't been easy for her, when she found out. Something he might sense himself. She's affected by the shift in reality, but any insight into her mind reveals her own version of infinity. The same story in a million iterations, a million faces she's worn as a million minds conjure their own Sleeping Beauty. Sometimes the story is sweet and sanitized. Sometimes it's bloody, miserable. A girl is cursed, a girl is woken, a girl is given to a prince.
This most recent one skipped it all. Took the ink and pages for herself and wrote a new story.]
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Rosamund floats amid the stars. Wades. Remains still. Hard to tell which. She brings her hand in front of her face, turning them over in awe, looking down over her altered form before blinking up at Viktor.
The voice in her head isn't jarring. It's kind of expected, even. She smiles to him.]
I'm not. [Out loud? Head to head? What does it matter as long as the message comes across. It's a much less unsettling void than the last one she'd been cast to. No godlike monster giving chase, no burning pages from their stories, no threat of unravelling. She moves closer, if she can, marvelling at his new shine.] Goodness, Viktor, you've become something larger than yourself. Haven't you?
[It hadn't been easy for her, when she found out. Something he might sense himself. She's affected by the shift in reality, but any insight into her mind reveals her own version of infinity. The same story in a million iterations, a million faces she's worn as a million minds conjure their own Sleeping Beauty. Sometimes the story is sweet and sanitized. Sometimes it's bloody, miserable. A girl is cursed, a girl is woken, a girl is given to a prince.
This most recent one skipped it all. Took the ink and pages for herself and wrote a new story.]