grandmasophie asked: Sophie accepted the tea and sipped it carefully. "This is really wonderful tea, Snow! It doesn't need sugar at all. What's the secret?"
A subtle pink brushed her cheeks. She hadn’t received a proper compliment in ages, especially over her usual duties.
“Oh..oh my..well, thank you!” she spoke, a bright smile quickly replacing the blush. “I’m so glad you like it! It’s..just chamomile”
Her pointer finger is raised as if to help her recall how she made it.
“Brewed with honey and a little more than a dash of sugar, but you must have the perfect measurements for just the right amount of sweetness”
Snow White pulled out a small scroll, yellowed and smelling of a much nobler place (as the majority of the castle now smelled quite homey, thanks to her). A feather, with ink well near full, followed the parchment. As she scribbled away with the quill, her advice continued on.
“A pinch too much and your tea will taste more like sugar water. Too little and it won’t taste as sweet as it should. Though you might like that as well”
When she finished, she replaced the quill and handed the note to her friend with the simple enough instructions. Her eyes shut and that cheerful smile spread across her face when Sophie took the parchment from her. She hoped she would be able to reproduce the tasty tea herself.
grandmasophie asked: Glad to hear it! And I'm happy to say that everything is going just wonderfully. It's almost a little hard to remember what life was like before we were married, if only because I wouldn't want it any other way. And yes, thank you, I'd love some tea. :) Oh - how are the dwarves? Have you heard from them lately?
*Snow nodded cheerily at the wondrous news from her friend before kindly excusing herself to fetch the tea* Oh! Sophie, dear, would you mind joining me? *Waiting for the woman to enter the room, Snow White began pouring out two cups of tea* Each and every one of them are doing wonderful! They would be happy to hear you asked. I really should visit sometime soon. It feels as if so much time has passed. *She giggled* But it’s only been a few days. I suppose I get a bit lonesome or am too use to the constant company. *Setting the kettle down and picking up one cup with saucer, and handed it to Sophie* Careful now, it’s a bit hot. *She made sure to literally point this out as she usually did and returned to her own drink* Oh! There’s some sugar on the table. Help yourself
grandmasophie asked: Hello, Snow! I just thought I'd pop by and see how you've been. All well in the castle?
Oh! What a dear you are to stop by! *she gives a gentle smile and curtsy* But of course! Simply wonderful! What of you? How is everything with that charming husband of yours? *hears a somewhat distant whistle sounding* Oh my, that must be the tea! Would you care for a cup? I have plenty to spare.
(Source: amymebberson, via imurvenus)
She shrugged a little, not feeling too hungry when Flynn tossed an object her way. Snow didn’t have a clue as to what Flynn had tossed to her. Her hands automatically caught the object, but she didn’t stop to look. Her mind went straight to the conversation he brought forth.
“That all depends on what you would like to know, I suppose”
She began to play with the round object in her hands. Some kind of fruit maybe?
“The castle is very nice, of course. No different from where I have always lived. Being a princess, I suppose it’s a bit of a birth right to live in something so large…and vacant”
She looked towards her hands, the feeling she felt whenever she had to be on her own coming back. Her prince always tried to be home for her, tried to keep her company, but of course he couldn’t be. He had his own duties to uphold, and she hers. Sometimes she wondered, was she even meant to be a princess at all? Sometimes she wondered if she would be happier, not that she wasn’t happy, but simply better off living the life of a simple girl. Not having to roam a building so giant compared to the small girl on a daily basis. Having to only worry about cooking and cleaning and caring for those around her rather than an entire kingdom. Or two if her and her prince’s kingdoms would become one upon marriage. It felt like so much to her. She wasn’t raised to be a princess. Her step-mother had raised her to be a servant while her father tried his best to teach her about politics. It would have been better if he’d had a son. Someone to better take over his role. Not little Snow White. Delicate little flower Snow White, who was never meant to be a queen. Her gaze was on the rounded object in hand when her mind finally cleared enough to see what it was.
Her eyes grew wide once she fully realized just what she was holding in her hands. Deep inside her tender heart lay a fear that only seemed justifiable to her. Ever since her time with her step-mother, Snow White felt very uncomfortable around apples. The thought that each and every one of them contained the dreadful poison which sent her into a deep sleep always clung to her frightened brain. Her hands shook around the apple, her eyes unable to take themselves away from it.
“F-Flynn…” she choked out, pushing the apple towards him.
“I-I..c-can’t eat this…please…take it..”
It took everything in her to note throw down the apple and allow the fear to consume her.
His whole life he had wanted to do nothing but live in a castle, even if it meant he was all by himself, he’d find a way to entertain himself, after all in a place so big there was bound to be something. To hear Snow White talk of her home in an almost nonchalant tone, a tone that contained just a hint of sadness, almost made him do a double take. What more could this girl want? She lived in a big home surrounded by people who would dote on her every move, not to mention she was a princess, a title that was definitely not just a step above the common thug. In fact on the social ladder she was at the highly esteemed top rung, while Flynn was only a few rungs from the bottom, only a few rungs from the worst of the scum that inhabited Corona.
“Of course you’re in a castle, the fairest princess of them all wouldn’t live in some hut in the woods. You’re too, how do I put this delicately, well you’re too royal to live anywhere else. Just be glad you have somewhere decent to live and a family with money to look after you, because trust me life on the streets for a girl like you, well let’s just say it wouldn’t be all so magical.”
He watched her toss around the apple until a new emotion colored her face, one of pure terror and shock, her words came sputtering out. The fear was evident in her voice as she held the apple as far away from herself as possible.
“What’s wrong Snowie? You allergic or something? Why didn’t you say so before I tossed one to you, I could have grabbed some other fruit like an orange. Unless you have a fear of citrus.”
She still wasn’t calm enough to his liking, her body shook with a force that he wouldn’t have thought possible for someone so small. He put a hand on her shoulder to stop her shaking and took the apple away, he looked at her trembling form and raised an eyebrow.
“Are you alright? It’s just an apple after all, it’s not like it’s a poisoned or anything. besides if I were to poison you, I would never do it in such a public place, there are way too many witnesses and I’ve only recently had them take down those wanted posters of mine, we wouldn’t want them springing back up again now would we. “
He gave her a lopsided grin, hoping his dry humor could somewhat ease whatever feeling was causing her to behave in such a way. The two apples were still in his hand, starting to bruise slightly from his grip. Casually he slipped them in his satchel where they were out of sight from Snow, he didn’t want to draw attention to the fact that he was standing with a semi catatonic princess with some weird fear of apples. He led Snow over to a deserted alley to talk and corssed his arms.
“Ok now tell em what the deal is, because I am really starting to doubt this is just some case of allergies.”
Snow White stood there, the fear slowly subsiding as the apple was taken from her hands. Her poor mind still frozen from fear hardly registered any of the words he spoke. All she could do was simply stand there, trembling. Finally, she felt herself being drug about to an area that was just as unfamiliar. With her worries easing back into her mind, his voice became clear. Flynn stood before her, arms crossed, obviously irritated with her behavior. She couldn’t blame him. What she’d done was simply ridiculous, and she knew that. How many times had she wished this irrational fear to dissolve. How many times she had tried herself to clear her mind. With little ease, her mouth opened and soft, carefully picked words came out.
“When I…was not much younger than I am now…my step-mother….gave me an apple. She…she had poisoned it…”
Under any normal circumstance, her story would not come out so easily, but these weren’t normal circumstances. Snow was still, in her mind, terrified and anything can just slip out when you’re that far from yourself. She continued on, though. Describing what it was like, hoping to give him a good reason for all this.
“I remember…taking a bite….it was so delicious…at first…but a bitter…almost rotten taste followed soon after…everything…got dark…so..very dark…..and it remained dark…for so…long…like…a never-ending slumber…”
Her shoulders shook just a tad from remembering. She steadied herself against the wall, her eyes never once leading to him. Feeling stronger, even if only a little, she spoke again.
“I know it’s foolish….to be weary of a fruit…..I know they can’t all be poisoned…but…”
“I can’t help it….It just…overwhelms me…”
She shook her head gently, that foolish feeling washing over her. Small droplets of water began to form in her eyes.
“I’m so sorry…I never meant to cause you any trouble..”
Now she looked to him, fighting back the tears. Her delicate face looking so determined if only for a moment.
“If there’s any way I can make it up to you, I would be more than happy to oblige”
(Source: disneylandadventuring, via allabout-disney)