heaven's angels will have to wait
snow white and the huntsman, eric pov
snow white comes back to life and he doesn’t care how, he just cares that she’s alive.
he hears her before he sees her, and if not for the rising, astonished murmur in the courtyard, he’d have thought it a dream, and figment of his drunken mind.
but no, she’s there, alive, resplendent in the white shift they’d dressed her in for burial. the wind blows through her tresses, there is fire behind her eyes and roses in her cheeks, and her voice is thunder as she talks of ridding the world of the black queen.
for all that he can’t believe his eyes, for all that, for a long moment, he still thinks he sees naught but a ghost, or a vision born of desperation, his hear pounds in his chest with blooming hope.
she is alive, and she is every inch the queen she was born to be, and he can do nothing but bend the knee, and bow his head, and try not to let the awe he feels show too openly on his face.
she is alive and he does not care how it happened (because he doesn’t believe all that bullocks about true love’s kiss, so it’s not even a thought that crosses his mind), and he does not care why, but he does know that he will follow her into battle.
and he knows he’d give his life for her should push come to shove.
heaven and its angels will have to wait, they cannot have her yet.
