ext_166134 ([identity profile] daria234.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] comment_fic 2017-09-22 02:57 am (UTC)

Snow brings the apple to her lips.

The queen leans closer, eager for her to bite.

Instead, Snow squeezes, crushing the apple in the strength of her fist. Juice swirls down Snow's wrist and arm, and the opalesque poison oozes out after.

The queen is exposed.

Snow finally smiles.

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