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[thvrneds]

hazar ergüçlü. demi woman. she/they. 33/500+. ⸻ king roberon cole welcomes güler zemheri to fabletown—or, as they were once known, rose red from grimm’s fairy tales. before the magic mirror, they come glamoured in the mirage of a kind gaze suddenly turning harsh / hands built for healing but always becoming fists / where the right choice presents itself again and again, and you stand there, unmoving / trying to live in forgiveness, and finding the cold in your heart instead. the tale from which they hail exalted their empathy and gregariousness, but decried their willfulness and volatility in equal measure. no matter; this time, they shall write their own. in accordance with the fabletown compact, they are granted amnesty for any and all transgressions, even that which is little known: she discovered snow was still alive and trapped with the dwarves — and did nothing to aide her twin.

your path should have followed snow's. a rose blooming when winter relents.

the homelands.

you were the child chasing birds, nursing bunnies, tumbling through fields. a happy child, a loved child. you entwined your hand with snow's and life was perfect. until your mother died. until the queen entered into view.

snow's wails still echo in your dreams. the wretched despair still wounds you when you recall the huntsman providing his evidence. and you were left with her, plastering a smile on your face to survive.

in the gardens, you found solace. and it was where the woodland animals reached you, soft cries of happiness at snow's survival. your own heart sang --- until they told you more. of the dwarves and their ownership, of the treachery lurking beneath the surface. you wondered what you could do. you sat in the castle, day after day, smiling and bowing and --- surviving. you were --- surviving. you couldn't help her. she was --- safer.

you fell asleep to this mantra, night after night.

it wasn't until the adversary tore through the lands that you reunited with your sister. the two of you fled in the night, dried flecks of blood on snow's hands, and you, charging ahead, hoping, hoping, hoping.

the chains still wrapped around you.

the wolf found you two. saved you. you stared after him, long after he left, imagining those teeth on your throat. wondering what it took for him to provide mercy. would you ever sacrifice that much for another?

you already know the answer. the months snow spent trapped proves it.

and yet --- and yet.

fabletown.

to be written --- the wilder, harsher years

present day.

to be written --- a sharpened blade, a determined mind

[thvrneds]

güler  zemheri // rose red