so many words left unsaid (but I'm all out of breath)
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The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But at the moment, she doesn't have time to admire the quiet murmur of the wind or the snow falling softly into little piles on the leafless tree branches overhead. At least, not now when her teeth chatter so violently or her lips are turning purple. Scarlet tucks her head down and pulls her cloak tighter around her shoulders. Still, the cold manages to bite at her with a bone-chilling relentlessness.
She can't remember the last time she felt warm. Countless days and nights have bled together, and time has forfeited its meaning to Scarlet. A life outside of these woods, and a life before the castle that used to be her prison, is all but a mere dream of a faraway planet.
The castle. Right. Scarlet lost her advantage, which was the element of surprise, almost immediately after she escaped. By now, the Lunars must have discovered her treachery and begun to pursue a hunt. Scarlet casts a wary look over one shoulder and picks up her pace. In her sudden haste, though, her attention to her immediate surroundings momentarily slips. Her right foot sinks deeper than she intended into a snowbank, and Scarlet hisses as icy slush slides into her boot. The snow soaking into her soak threatens to extinguish what little remains of her spirit - honestly, she doesn't know how much longer she can continue on with this rabbit chase that is only delaying the inevitable - but she grits her teeth and forges on. Grand-mère didn't raise her to be a quitter.
Scarlet shakes off any lingering doubts and plunges deeper into the woods. For every minute that Scarlet is free and alive, she will continue to fight. She has promises to keep. The names of her friends flash through her mind: Cinder. Thorne. Iko. Émilie. And thus tonight, for them, she has miles to go before she can sleep.
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a/n: hi yes i'm sorry it's short yes it will be continued um ok but like it took me an embarrassing amount of time to write this?
thank you shakespeare for getting the creativity flowing and i'm sorry i left during intermission of the play i thought it was oVEr but alas i am dumb. also thank you to robert frost and his poem i read in 6th year apparently it stuck with me and well here we are. of monsters and men wrote the title yes thank you to them too
scarlet&wolf are my babies loose lips sink ships all the damn time but not this time ur gonna have to fight me if you don't believe in them
let me kNow if you like this snow white and the huntsman!au that maybe isnt an au i dk yet we'll figure it out together you just gotta let me know that you exist mmkkkay love ya see you in the future woo