breathoflight | ♕ 013 spam/letter/text/video; and she lived happily ever after.

spam - alex.

[There is one person she must see before anything or anyone else. She doesn't send a message ahead of time. She simply goes to Alex's cabin. She comes close to hesitating, to not knocking, but she makes herself do it how ever softly it might be. This is the difficult part, she thinks. It's the part that made her deny her feelings for so long.]

[Nervously, she grips the cloth in her hands tightly, holding it to her chest.]

letter - morgana.

Lady Morgana,

I write to inform you of my departure from this Barge. I know that you and I have not always seen eye-to-eye, but I believe we have forged a sort of friendship all the same, one that has been dear to me. When I look upon you, I do not see an evil or wicked woman. I do not see someone who has been corrupted by magic either. I see a woman of noble birth and intentions who has been inexplicably wounded.

I see a woman who will one day - though she may bear scars - heal and find peace. It is my hope that you one day see this for yourself.

I wish you all the best, my lady. Know that you are always welcome and a friend to Tabor.

Yours,
Snow White
Queen of Tabor

text - separate messages to peter, chris, & ben.

I want you to know that I am returning home to Tabor.

video - public.

[Snow is smiling, but it is a bittersweet smile.]

It appears my time here has come to an end. I will be returning to Tabor upon the morrow. In some ways, I wish this were not so, but I have a duty to my kingdom, to my people, to the banner of my father.

I do not know if we shall ever see one another again, but I shall hold my memories of each of you close to my heart and I shall never forget the lessons you have taught me. You are my brothers and my sisters, now and forevermore.

And I thank you. For everything.

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[Snow answers the door a few moments after he knocks, offering him a small smile. She looks at the package, canting her head.]

What's this?

So, I know it's not really... period, [And that's why you're going to get a rambled explanation/preemptive apology before he hands it over, sorry about that.] But I thought since I still haven't figured out how to talk or visit after you leave the Barge, and since you're, you know, the queen and can do whatever you want so you can like, hide them or something but, it might be good to have some pictures?

[So he hands it over. It's a folder with a couple developed photographs, almost all of which are candids of the people she's been close to on the Barge. They're actually pretty good, even if there's a good chance a lot of the people featured didn't necessarily realize they were being photographed.

At least this explains what he's doing with his camera.]

[Snow looks through a few of the photographs before tears begin to prick at the corners of her eyes. She closes the folder and throws her arms around Peter's neck.]

Thank you.

[He doesn't even hesitate before hugging her back, although he does let out a little embarrassed laugh because help, he is still not totally on board with the whole being emotive thing.

But hey, he's made progress.]

You're welcome. I'll miss you.

And I, you.

[She pulls away with a wide smile, wiping at an eye.]

You have been friend to me since I first arrived, Peter. I shall never forget that.

Hey, you too. [He grins, just a little bit teasing as he continues.] And I'll be sure to kick anyone's ass who tries to say Snow White isn't the best Disney princess.

[But then he sobers up a little, looks at her seriously, because she's told him enough about how things were before she'd left that he wants to know, even though he's got nothing but faith in her ability to come out on top no matter what.]

You're gonna be okay?

[Snow nods a little.]

[She does not know what to expect when she returns home, how much she may have changed the fate of Tabor, of her own family. As excited as she is, she is also anxious about it.]

[And then there is the ache she feels in her chest over leaving Alex behind. Perhaps never to see him again no matter how much she clings to the hope and belief that she might.]

Saying goodbye is never an easy thing, but I will be.

[It's not at all, and he doesn't really know how to do it, because he's been trying to fix the whole "never being able to see or talk to people ever again" problem, but. He's seventeen years old and working with limited resources in a place where the laws of science make no sense, it's not like he's got a ton to work with.]

Good. [He worries at his bottom lip for a second before continuing.] If I ever figure out how to send messages back and forth? I'll stop by and fill you in.

[Snow smiles and nods.]

And you may do that. Stop by, if it so pleases you. You are always welcome in Tabor.

[He smiles, genuinely touched by the offer.]

Thanks. [So... guess this is it.] Good luck.

[Snow hugs Peter one last time.]

Good luck.

[He hugs back, doesn't hold on for too long, and gives a sort of awkward wave when he lets go.]

I'll see you around.

[Goodbyes are crummy. B(]

[The crummiest. 8c]

Of course.

[She holds the folder close and gives him a small wave as he leaves.]