Snow-White and Rose-Red: Prologue
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Snow-White and Rose-Red had been together since before they could remember, since the beginning of time, perhaps before then. They had always been; in their timeless lives. Snow-White and Rose-Red lived in a time where handsome princes on noble steeds passed castle walls ridden with vines on their way to cities whose buildings shamed the mystical castles. Where gods of old reigned mighty over the cinema and corporate business. Where time did not pass, or no one seemed to notice. One could do what they wished as long as it did not conflict with the agenda of another.
Snow-White and Rose-Red were friends, lovers, sisters; it did not matter so long as they were. Everything was done together and nothing without the other. When Snow-White was sick Rose-Red would make medicines from herbs in their garden. And in turn when Rose-Red flew into a temper Snow-White would be there to kiss her lips and whisper in her ear until she was calm. They loved purely, both physically and spiritually, and were always at each others side. Both Snow-White and Rose-Red were beautiful, in their own ways.
Snow-White was the quieter and perhaps younger of the two. (Though no one, not even them, knew for sure.) Snow-White was paler and became ill more often than Rose-Red. She was thinner and not as voluptuous as her other and her breasts were small but perfect in shape. Her hair was the color of wheat, ready to be harvested, and thin, but soft as a feather to the touch. Snow-White was the one who kept the house and cooked.
Rose-Red was bold and spoke her mind. Rose-Red's skin was nicely tanned, and she lay in the sun often. Her curvaceous figure went with her full and heavy breasts, but this was not to say she was heavy set, she was healthy. Rose-Red's hair was a fiery red and very full and thick. She was always out and about, gathering wood for a fire, or shopping in the crowded market streets, but always in the sight of Snow-White, who preferred to sit in the shade and watch.
Watching is what Snow-White often did. She watched as the plants in their garden grew and flowered. When Rose-Red tilled and sowed she watched, then watered and cared for the plants, and would again watch as Rose-Red harvested them in months to come. She mostly watched Rose-Red and listened. Rose-Red worked and talked for Snow-White, she knew it was what Snow-White wanted, it made her happy, so Rose-Red was happy.
At the end of the day Snow-White and Rose-Red would lay together in bed and whisper to each other, tell each other wishes and things they learned. Sometimes they just looked into each others eyes and knew each others thoughts, all was known between them, there were no secrets. Then passion would overtake them.
They kissed each other feverishly, their mouths knowing no boundaries. They pleasured one another, each knowing what the other wanted, needed. After the passion had gone they held each other tight in the tangle of blankets and slept peacefully, sharing each others dreams.
However, this would soon change. They would no longer be with each other at all times. No longer would they know each others thoughts and share dreams. Their soul divided and would no longer be one in the same. Rose-Red's tempers would flare and Snow-White could not calm them, or she would not be there to. Their perfect love to be joined by hate, tears, and jealousy. Time would become apparent, so would the aches it brings, spoiling their timeless perfect world.