A/N: This little one-shot was inspired from 'Snow' by Tracy Lynn. A retold story of Snow White. I'm not actually writing a whole new thing, but a section I made up in where one of the characters, Raven, is thinking about Snow (main character) during the book. I guess the only way to understand this is to read the book. ^_^; hehe. So I'm not expecting much people to actually read this. But I've been itching to write this since I loved the book a lot, so what the heck.
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It's warm out tonight, Raven noted.
He could feel the wind innocently sneak past the door just as it closed. It felt humid, which was especially rare in London. Thus Chauncey and the Mouser decided to leave for their nightly 'walk' saying it was a better time than ever.
For a drink or two no less. Raven's mouth twitched upward in pleasure. The pair never really admitted what they actually did but merely kept it to themselves for sheer amusement.
"It's part of the fun," the Mouser joked, when Cat first inquired about their whereabouts. He winked teasingly at her, but the feline just hissed in response and sauntered away.
It became more a nightly ritual, because whenever they had a decent meal they would go out somewhere together. Over time everybody all seemed to get the idea, and left them be. Even Snow understood after a short while and adjusted to it well.
Snow.
Raven looked up. He had been building a card castle on the kitchen table, but quietly watched Snow in the corner. She was washing the bowls and plates from their recent dinner, scrubbing hard to make sure it was nice and clean before setting it to her side. He hastily went back to his little creation, but couldn't help himself and kept on sneaking quick glances at her.
Snow caught a couple of them, and Raven looked down embarrassed. Making his hands move to the castle and building a bit more. Snow went back to washing, and it seemed she paid no heed to whatever Raven was doing. So he dared to take another quick look at her. But this time he held it.
He failed to notice earlier, that despite Snow's worn clothes. She looked as lovely as ever. She didn't need beautiful gowns and accessories to make her look beautiful. Her hair was as dark as the shadows, lips that were red as blood. And skin as light as snow. It was all so natural.
She brushed a lock of hair from her face. And Raven blinked when she turned around; finished with the dishes. His eyes immediately flickered back to his card castle.
He felt her eyes on him, and looked at her. "You're very good at that," he observed.
