A/N: Still out with these tiny little fics of angst. It's sort of a stress release you could say. Poor poor team 7 has to suffer for it.
I don't own them for if I did I'd be very very happy.
They say all fairytales have their happy endings, a blessing given to them by creatures or humans with special powers. They say that fairytales always come true, a fact that was proven by time. They say that everyone has a fairytale of their own, each dormant within their hearts. They say there's a first time for everything.
Her fairytale was ready to blossom, much like her given name. She had endured the trials, she had passed every test. She had laughed, she had cried, she had wished and she had waited.
Her prince was soon to come. Her prince had yet to come.
His fairytale was still in progress, much like his dream to be. He had suffered many feats, struggled through all the tasks. He had pushed, he had pulled, he had begged and he had achieved.
His princess would soon see. His princess had yet to see.
His fairytale had yet to be discovered, much like his true place in life. He had ignored every whisper, he had disregarded every look. He had mocked, he had striven, he had fought, he had closed his eyes to the obvious.
His princess was not his concern. His princess had not been found.
They say that all fairytales have happy endings, and as they laid next to each other hand in hand, their last breathes escaping their bleeding lips, they smiled at that notion, each in their own way, their last comfort in this life.
Her prince had finally come.
His princess had finally seen.
His princess had finally been found.