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kaisou2022-12-08 08:18 pm
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When Raindrops come tumbling
WHO: Snow White and YOU
WHERE: A park and Kaisou High School
WHEN: First few weeks of December
WHAT: Snow White's wicked stepmother was vanquished. It does not change, however, that she was the only mother-figure Snow White had.
WARNINGS: Murder, past child abuse, past child neglect
A. Kaisou park
It was a beautiful winter day. It was calm, sunny, and crisp as snow blanketed the earth. Some kids in the distance were laughing and playing, throwing snowballs at each other, or building snow forts with parents as on-lookers. There were very few animals about, most of them migrated or hibernating, but a few were surrounding Snow White.
She was dressed head to toe in black, having been excused for the day to attend her stepmother's funeral. There was no casket, as the body had not been found. Zodiac had explained what happened, though as soon as the "We regret to inform you" started, a sinking weight hit her at the same time as relief and she missed most of their explanation. Her stepmother and something about accidentally getting into the spirit realm, the pokemon were wild animals, Snow did not blame them for doing what wild animals tended to do with a free meal.
The lawyers came next once the investigation cleared her of having any possible hand in the ordeal. She was always the heiress, after all. The newspapers didn't say much more besides the obituary, Zodiac made sure of that.
The funeral had been minuscule, her stepmother did not have friends. It was just Mr. Me-Or, Snow White, and the funeral director. News about her stepmother's death had reached all the companies and properties, well wishes from the vice-presidents all coming in but, Snow noted, with only sincerity about how they were sorry to see Snow become an orphan, that she had lost a third parent. Even over phones and video calls, there were only dry eyes as they gave their condolences.
No one mourned.
Except her.
But her mourning felt... conflicted. She so desperately wanted Grimhilde to love her, to be a good daughter, but now she couldn't.
Tears fell and soaked into her mittens as they rolled down her cheeks. She didn't know what to do or feel. Someone she wanted to be loved by was dead, but that woman had done so much harm, had hurt her so much.
Snow was safe, now.
And so there was relief, too.
And she felt all the worse for feeling it.
She must be such a horrible person, to be GLAD someone was dead. She knew she was. What else could she be?
The rabbits and deer watched her silently as she wept, unable to offer any words of comfort.
"Do you think I'm a horrible person?" she asked them, unaware someone was passing by in front of her as she did.
B. Kaisou High School
While Snow had been assured she could take all the time she needed as she dealt with her stepmother's death, moving into her cousin's home, and all the lawyers, she ultimately did not want to stay home.
Her home had always been too massive for two people, opulent because that was what her stepmother liked.
Now it was just her, and it was intimidating. Special movers had been hired to pack up what little Snow owned herself to be moved into Anna's apartment. Lawyers were dealing with the mansion and all the worldly goods her stepmother and father had acquired over time. Some things were being donated to museums as Snow didn't see the need to maintain her stepmother's private collections, some were being put in storage, and some were being auctioned off.
She didn't wish to deal with any of that. She would rather be among her peers. People who didn't know, people who didn't remind her every second of every day that her stepmother was dead.
But even though she wanted to be back at school, she wasn't properly there. Her mind was constantly wandering, and she couldn't focus on any subject.
She bumped into someone, again, and stepped back. Distantly she heard something drop and realized she had dropped her books.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention," she whispered, not an ounce of cheer or chipperness in her voice as she spoke. "Did I hurt you?"
WHERE: A park and Kaisou High School
WHEN: First few weeks of December
WHAT: Snow White's wicked stepmother was vanquished. It does not change, however, that she was the only mother-figure Snow White had.
WARNINGS: Murder, past child abuse, past child neglect
A. Kaisou park
It was a beautiful winter day. It was calm, sunny, and crisp as snow blanketed the earth. Some kids in the distance were laughing and playing, throwing snowballs at each other, or building snow forts with parents as on-lookers. There were very few animals about, most of them migrated or hibernating, but a few were surrounding Snow White.
She was dressed head to toe in black, having been excused for the day to attend her stepmother's funeral. There was no casket, as the body had not been found. Zodiac had explained what happened, though as soon as the "We regret to inform you" started, a sinking weight hit her at the same time as relief and she missed most of their explanation. Her stepmother and something about accidentally getting into the spirit realm, the pokemon were wild animals, Snow did not blame them for doing what wild animals tended to do with a free meal.
The lawyers came next once the investigation cleared her of having any possible hand in the ordeal. She was always the heiress, after all. The newspapers didn't say much more besides the obituary, Zodiac made sure of that.
The funeral had been minuscule, her stepmother did not have friends. It was just Mr. Me-Or, Snow White, and the funeral director. News about her stepmother's death had reached all the companies and properties, well wishes from the vice-presidents all coming in but, Snow noted, with only sincerity about how they were sorry to see Snow become an orphan, that she had lost a third parent. Even over phones and video calls, there were only dry eyes as they gave their condolences.
No one mourned.
Except her.
But her mourning felt... conflicted. She so desperately wanted Grimhilde to love her, to be a good daughter, but now she couldn't.
Tears fell and soaked into her mittens as they rolled down her cheeks. She didn't know what to do or feel. Someone she wanted to be loved by was dead, but that woman had done so much harm, had hurt her so much.
Snow was safe, now.
And so there was relief, too.
And she felt all the worse for feeling it.
She must be such a horrible person, to be GLAD someone was dead. She knew she was. What else could she be?
The rabbits and deer watched her silently as she wept, unable to offer any words of comfort.
"Do you think I'm a horrible person?" she asked them, unaware someone was passing by in front of her as she did.
B. Kaisou High School
While Snow had been assured she could take all the time she needed as she dealt with her stepmother's death, moving into her cousin's home, and all the lawyers, she ultimately did not want to stay home.
Her home had always been too massive for two people, opulent because that was what her stepmother liked.
Now it was just her, and it was intimidating. Special movers had been hired to pack up what little Snow owned herself to be moved into Anna's apartment. Lawyers were dealing with the mansion and all the worldly goods her stepmother and father had acquired over time. Some things were being donated to museums as Snow didn't see the need to maintain her stepmother's private collections, some were being put in storage, and some were being auctioned off.
She didn't wish to deal with any of that. She would rather be among her peers. People who didn't know, people who didn't remind her every second of every day that her stepmother was dead.
But even though she wanted to be back at school, she wasn't properly there. Her mind was constantly wandering, and she couldn't focus on any subject.
She bumped into someone, again, and stepped back. Distantly she heard something drop and realized she had dropped her books.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention," she whispered, not an ounce of cheer or chipperness in her voice as she spoke. "Did I hurt you?"