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tigriswolf) wrote2006-10-21 08:25 am
tigriswolf) wrote2006-10-21 08:25 am
Storybook - Brothers Grimm ficlet - PG
Title: Storybook
Fandom: The Brothers Grimm
Disclaimer: not my characters. just for fun.
Warnings: AU for the end of the movie
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 170
Point of view: first
Fandom: The Brothers Grimm
Disclaimer: not my characters. just for fun.
Warnings: AU for the end of the movie
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 170
Point of view: first
You left the Storybook open to page thirty-three, “The Tale of the Sleeping Beauty in the Wood.” It is fitting, I suppose.
Oh, Jakob, I miss you. For years I looked after you, protected you, mocked you—and through all my cruelty and conditional love, you stayed.
You did not judge me, Jakob, though I often judged you. You loved me. You respected me. You had faith that I would always protect you, and I have failed.
Jakob... I failed. I failed you.
“The Tale of the Sleeping Beauty in the Wood”... oh, Jakob. The Forest has defeated me, and I cannot save you. The Queen, the witch, the spirit, the curse, the Wood... you are beyond me. You have gone where I cannot follow.
Jakob, I miss you. I wish I had told you how I love you all those years I had the chance.
You left the Storybook open to page thirty-three, and I have yet to close it, for while it’s open I can pretend you will return.
Oh, Jakob, I miss you. For years I looked after you, protected you, mocked you—and through all my cruelty and conditional love, you stayed.
You did not judge me, Jakob, though I often judged you. You loved me. You respected me. You had faith that I would always protect you, and I have failed.
Jakob... I failed. I failed you.
“The Tale of the Sleeping Beauty in the Wood”... oh, Jakob. The Forest has defeated me, and I cannot save you. The Queen, the witch, the spirit, the curse, the Wood... you are beyond me. You have gone where I cannot follow.
Jakob, I miss you. I wish I had told you how I love you all those years I had the chance.
You left the Storybook open to page thirty-three, and I have yet to close it, for while it’s open I can pretend you will return.