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EVIL QUEEN GRIMHILDE

disney, the 'fairest of all' novel, snow white & the huntsman origin - with my own embellsihments.

written by GRIM

NO OUAT AFFILIATION




drafts ; 17
starters ; none !
queries ; 11

SEMI-ACTIVE DUE TO FULL TIME EMPLOYMENT

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She must have been someone his darling Grimhilde despised, if she refused to SPEAK of the horrors that she inflicted. But the  c r a c k e d  skull no longer INTERESTED him, and he fixed his gaze on her. Whereas his previous soul might have had an OUNCE of humanity, this new, black, bubbling darkness left nothing for the light to seep through. He was, in other words,

T A I N T E D. 

With no recollection of who the woman was or WHERE they were, he could only draw closer to the one person he fully remembered. Laughter and lust, dancing and destruction, commitment and chaos. An enticing BLEND of things he adored and desired, all behind a pair of blue eyes. 

                     ❝ WHERE shall we go next? Paris? Rome? The world is but a wheel,
                        my Lady. ❞

Running a finger down her delicate cheek, leaving but a faint line on pale flesh, he filled in the gap further till only a few centimeters remained. For that is how he would SEDUCE: leave no other option for anyone to breathe anything but his TOXICITY and his MALICE, and feel his teeth nip at soft pink lips. Of course, should he be faced with another being to entice, his methods would be FAR more sadistic. But such capabilities were still lost on him, for all he could remember was a murder of his father and mother, including three wives whose wealth funded his efforts.

Thomas toyed at the curls, slipping a few free from the RIGID up do that she had on. It held no PARTICULAR meaning, save for his own amusement, and already he could feel a slight itch at wanting to hurt someone and to see blood spill. 

                                                       ❝ Why don’t we ^{B R E A K}it? ❞

He was almost wheedling, like a child begging for a treat. And OH, what a treat would it be to paint entire cities GUSHING RED! 

              ♛ | ❛  —————–           _{THERE WAS SUCH BEAUTY IN his darkness, the allure deafening all proper thought & reason. the ink soaked tether which bound her to him only tightened, driving her closer, aiding her deeper into the abyss she had created. if she had dared to love, if she had ever had the proper chance, perhaps this was its equivalent, the elation of seizing a dark partner for his lifetime. now tainted & enraptured by the very darkness which had taken root in him before she had ever come to know him, he was enthralling.} 

          _{in the wake of his cold touch was a trail of fire, BURNING far deeper than she could have ever imagined. she craved him, growing ADDICTED. he had become her own brand of opium, enveloping herself in his TOXIC EUPHORIA. a smile, nearly drunken in nature, parted her full lips as he spoke, dark silk snickers accompanying his words until consumed in her impassioned kiss. he was drawn close, tasting what she had forged, melding them as one as she bit his tongue to draw blood, lapping it up with RAVENOUS HUNGER before reluctantly depriving him of her warmth.}

                                                   _{❛       patience, love.
                                                  let us travel to Germany.
                                                 i have much to show you.      ❜}

               _{wriggling from his grasp, stealing away all but her hand in his own, she guided him to the horse trotting about freely among the WRECKAGE.} 

                            _{❛       come now, OUR future awaits.       ❜}