by Narrator » Tue Aug 23, 2016 4:19 pm
The air outside is crisp and cold, the snow gently falling. It feels right out here, like nothing could stop her. The three blondes start retreating into the trees, until only one is left.
"Don't be silly. You've always needed someone to save you. Under all the leather and ink, you weren't anything but the princess waiting to be rescued, whether it was by me,"
"...or by me," another voice continued deeper into the trees, this time older. A shock of blonde hair among dark bangs, but still with nothing but bare skin against the winter air.
"...and now you want to hang all that on me, don't you?" Another voice further into the forest. A brogue, a drifting of red hair. Pale skin with freckles before passing out of sight.