post-eclipse drabble. the meadow at night. a little OOC. fluff
The Swan
"The swan floated proudly on the lake it had recently inhabited. She was beautiful. All the geese admired her. But it wasn't only the geese that were besotted with her. Through the tall grasses, a fox watched her, obsessed over her, fell in love with her. On the other side of the lake, a dog peered through the plants, falling in love with the stunning swan as well. The beautiful swan had watched both the dog and fox. She knew all of their secrets, their strengths, their weaknesses. Their differences. Their dangers. But everything about the fox, the hunter, attracted her, though she loved them both. She and the fox got married, but the dog hoped and hoped a day would come when she chose him over the fox.
He paused.
"The end?" I asked.
"The end," he answered with a firm nod.
"Okay. Now in Italian, 'the beautiful swan' would be la Bella Swan. The dog could possibly be a werewolf, and the fox – Well, he's cunning and fell in love with his prey. That story sounds a little familiar."
He only chuckled and pulled me closer to him, the thick quilt the only thing separating us. I nestled into his chest, satisfied with my bedtime story.