Merida wants to scream every time that she sees him, walking around like he hadn't murdered her father. Macintosh knows, and so does Charming, and somehow Charming was able to convince her to wait, and bide her time, or put him to trial. Merida understands why she can't just kill him, but oh does she want to.
Arthur knows that Merida knows. He truly felt no remorse or what he did, but he understands the anger that the girl feels for him. It worries him, for she could kill him easily if she wanted to, and so could that man that always walks with her, that always clings to her when he is near. He doesn't know why Merida hasn't killed him yet, but he knows it is coming, and he has to do something.
Something drastic.
The next part of our story starts on a normal day, but nothing was normal, not really. Everything had happened like usual, Merida and Macintosh had gone about their days as usual. At night, they got dinner at Granny's like usual. But it was just a little bit different. Macintosh stared at her just a little longer than usual. And when he grabbed her hand, he held on just a little longer than usual. She noticed of course, and when she laughed, she laughed a little longer than usual. And she looked at him just a little bit longer than usual. He said her name differently, like he revered it more. She said his in a way that was familiar to her, but she couldn't place it.
It was easy to notice how everything had changed in the short time. Of course, they didn't notice until they were near Merida's room. As Macintosh walked Merida to her room their hands hung near each other, and he clutched her left hand with his right without thinking about it. She noticed of course, and walked just a hair closer to him. As they reached the room, they paused, and she let go of his hand, but before she could enter the room, he grabbed her wrist.
Arthur said he would do something drastic, and Zelena was something drastic. Drastic was a fire, that turned a deep purple, before dissipating into the sky, creating the most beautiful shade of lilac.
Right outside Hotel Room 15, Macintosh was pulling Merida closer to him. He whispered her name, like a prayer. She leaned into him, and him into her.
Just as their lips met, the lilac sky consumed them.
