WHO: Snow White WHEN: This morning WHERE: Wolf Manor WHAT: Snow wakes up to find herself very different. TRIGGERS: Talk of sleeping curse affects, what the dwarfs really did to her (mentions of abuse and rape) & language.
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Snow White always slept like a rock.
If she thought too hard about it, she might think it was some leftover residual magic from the apple that cursed her to sleep until true love's kiss. If she thought about that, no doubt she'd think about her ex-husband, Charming, who had cheated on her with her own sister. Then once they divorced, he moved onto Briar Rose who, also, had a sleeping curse placed on her. Briar's came in handy when she figured out that a dog gave unconditional love, and they need to put everyone to sleep in a specific area. Cinderella came after her, but by then, Charming was just out for himself completely. He'd cheated on every single woman he married (or dated).
And if she thought about Charming, she had to think about the dwarfs who tossed her out like garbage when they thought she was dead. She supposed that was a blessing though. She was finally free from their dirty, filthy, nasty clutches. Six years spent in their pleasure cabin — cooking, cleaning and being forced to be with a different brother each night — had hardened Snow in a way that her aunt's jealousy never could. It was pure luck that Charming had been riding near her comatose body.
When you slept like a rock, waking up in the morning took quite some time. Snow wasn't an idiot by any means, but she could easily fall asleep if she lingered in bed just a little too long after her alarm went off. She forced her legs over the side of the bed. Her attempts at being quiet often failed, and unless one or all of the kids were jumping on her first thing, she often didn't notice her surroundings. She went by muscle memory along.
Muscle memory to put on her robe. Muscle memory to the bathroom. Muscle memory to reach for the toothpaste and brush. Muscle memory to the faucet. Muscle memory to look up into the mirror to inspect her hair and —
Was this some kind of a joke? Snow knew she hadn't had that much wine the night before. It had to be that damn portal again. Tiny little birds began to do chirp, one landing on her shoulder delicately. It nuzzled the side of her very obviously cartoonish face. Snow hastily shooed it away, threats of what she'd do to it dying in her mouth as the only thing that came out was: