Title: On the Virgin Snow
Title: On the Virgin Snow
Summary: 'The silver thorn of bloody rose lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.'
Rating: Teen (probably)
Archive: Mmmhhhmmm…
Disclaimer: Wicked is not mine. The italic lines are lyrics from 'Vincent' by Don Mclean.
Author's Note: Is this as creepy as it seems?
On the Virgin Snow
Crouching in the white snow with his body doubled over, the Tin Woodsman pressed his forehead against the side of Dorothy's fallen house. His body shook with effort to maintain the position, but he didn't move from his place. One hand was splayed out across the splintered wood. His body shuddered once more before his knees sank into the snow beneath him.
"I didn't hate you. Even after…" Trailing off, he pressed his silvered lips to the graying paint.
The silver thorn of bloody rose…
"Please believe me." One choked laugh escaped his mouth as the wetness of the snow seeped into his tin. "Can you hear me? It's been so long." The rust began to collect upon the metal of his legs, and the fresh snow scattered across his body began to turn yellow and red at the edges with the rust. "I almost…I almost miss you." As dusk turned to night and night turned to dawn, the man metal remained rusted in place.
…Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
At the base of the decaying house the snow began to bleed. Frozen in place, the Tin Woodsman watched the trail of red spread out from the base of the house and pool around his rusted knees as the morning sun caused his body to reflect the burning oranges and yellows and pinks across the painted house.
By the end of sunrise the blood had worn away the rust, and the Tin Woodsman had stumbled back to his haven of trees.
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