![]() Nice Girls go to Heaven other Girls go Everywhereġ9th-century Victorian and Puritan Adaptations The Brothers Grimm and the Biedermeier Era "If you love her," Suzette said, her voice cracking, "you'll leave her alone.Charles Perrault, Werewolves and the Fear of Female Sexuality It sank in: He could not give Valerie a good life. Peter looked into Suzette's anguished eyes, her words hitting him somewhere deep. "Henry Lazar is her only hope for a better life." Peter began to protest, but Suzette stopped him. Peter knew that she was right, that Valerie deserved better. I've just lost one daughter," she said, her hand on the door. "I'm paying my respects," he said, still trying to be polite. Peter had anticipated this reaction and was prepared. “For Lucie," Peter said quietly, the flame of a gilded saint's candle fluttering in his hand." Valerie pretended to think a moment, for show, to be able to tell herself she had. Anything to be with you." She heard herself saying it and realized it was true. "You'd leave your home? Your family? Your whole life?" She wanted to be a part of his ripple-less world. "Run away with me," he repeated the words, smiling a real smile, full and dark, in that terrifying way he had, as though his actions were self-contained, as though there were no consequences. He came even closer, almost touching his forehead to hers. "We could run away," he said, speaking her mind before she's quite reached the thought. Valerie looked at him blankly, her mind racing off on its own. There may be one way." he said out to the faint silver hue of the moors on the horizon. It just felt like they belonged together. "I know who you are." She knew it was ridiculous, to feel so strong so fast.but she did. ![]() "Do I? Do we know each other anymore? It's been a long time. ![]() “Do you want to marry him?" Peter stopped in front of her, pressing close. "Keep your hands off her or I'll cut them off!” He pulled a knife from his boot and leapt up, thrusting it viciously in Henry's face. He looked into the eyes of the man he wanted to blame for his parents' deaths, because it was a shelter from the terrible thought that everything could be lost to a simple slip of fate. Henry scrambled on top him, held him by the collar, forced Peter to face him as he'd never done. The crowd laughed as Peter fell hard to the ground. Overreacting, Henry reared back his fist and landed a punch in the hollow of Peter's eye. Peter grabbed Henry's arm and twisted it. Henry pushed past her, not realizing his own weight. "Please, don't do this," she said, stepping in. "And now," Henry continued on his own track, stepping closer to meet him, the smell of alcohol on his breath, "my father, too is dead." He didn't go further, sensing then that Valerie might be thinking of her father. "Seems someone can't hold his drink," Peter said. “Take it easy, friend," siad Peter, regaining his balance, quickly understanding the condition Henry was in. She made he choice and brought her lips to his.” And if he was a Wolf, then she would be one, too. She didn't care if he was the Wolf or not. Valerie knew that she could never be apart from him, that she was what he was and that she would be his always. Enveloped in a shelter of white, standing out in black and red, were just the two of them. Her fingers warmed his cheek, and his arms slipped underneath her crimson cloak as her long blond hair blew around them. They gave in to each other, finally, their bodies fitting together. An amazing and terrible thought entered Valerie's mind, clearing away all others. ![]() "I have to leave you." His breath came in uneven bursts. He was beautiful, the snow in his eyelashes like diamonds, the cool pink of his cheeks, the wet red of his lips.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |