Princess Snow White (
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Accidental Video: UN: Filledwithsunshine
(CW: Attempted child murder and mildly disturbing images)
[Snow White's memory begins in a very lovely and pleasant way! In fact, there is the sense that Snow White hasn't been able to do something like this in such an agonizingly long time. As she collects wild flowers, she hears the cries of a little bird calling for help. Snow White quickly comes over to the little bluebird to assure it everything will be fine, they'll find the parents soon.
She is completely ignorant to the huntsman behind her. She has no clue he's looking all around to make sure there is no one to watch, no one to observe his next act.
He approaches her, dagger raised high, having every intention to cut out her heart, just as the queen commanded. He steps ever closer and closer until his shadow looms swallows her form.
She turns around and screams at the sight of him ready to kill. She has no defenses. This was the point. She is supposed to die.
But his hands are shaking and the huntsman drops his dagger. He can't, he says. He can't bring himself to kill her. He warns her of the queen, how he wants her dead, she's jealous, mad with it, in fact. She must flee! She must get out of here NOW! No time to do anything but run.
Run! And never return!
Flee!
Her head is spinning, one minute she's being threatened. The next she's being told to flee and never return. She can never return. She can't come back! She has to get away, to get out! No food, no supplies, no nothing, just get away and don't return!
She runs and run, every turn seems like the eyes of her stepmother watching her, every branch that snags her feels like claws trying to drag her back to her stepmother. All she can hear is the blood rushing in her ears.
Snow White has no clue where she's going! She has no idea! She's never been outside of the castle before! Every which way she turns is unfamiliar and looming and dark. As she stumbles back, she feels the ground beneath her give way and she tumbles.
Finally, a voice cuts through:]
Oh dear! Faramund, what are you showing people?
[Snow White's memory begins in a very lovely and pleasant way! In fact, there is the sense that Snow White hasn't been able to do something like this in such an agonizingly long time. As she collects wild flowers, she hears the cries of a little bird calling for help. Snow White quickly comes over to the little bluebird to assure it everything will be fine, they'll find the parents soon.
She is completely ignorant to the huntsman behind her. She has no clue he's looking all around to make sure there is no one to watch, no one to observe his next act.
He approaches her, dagger raised high, having every intention to cut out her heart, just as the queen commanded. He steps ever closer and closer until his shadow looms swallows her form.
She turns around and screams at the sight of him ready to kill. She has no defenses. This was the point. She is supposed to die.
But his hands are shaking and the huntsman drops his dagger. He can't, he says. He can't bring himself to kill her. He warns her of the queen, how he wants her dead, she's jealous, mad with it, in fact. She must flee! She must get out of here NOW! No time to do anything but run.
Run! And never return!
Flee!
Her head is spinning, one minute she's being threatened. The next she's being told to flee and never return. She can never return. She can't come back! She has to get away, to get out! No food, no supplies, no nothing, just get away and don't return!
She runs and run, every turn seems like the eyes of her stepmother watching her, every branch that snags her feels like claws trying to drag her back to her stepmother. All she can hear is the blood rushing in her ears.
Snow White has no clue where she's going! She has no idea! She's never been outside of the castle before! Every which way she turns is unfamiliar and looming and dark. As she stumbles back, she feels the ground beneath her give way and she tumbles.
Finally, a voice cuts through:]
Oh dear! Faramund, what are you showing people?
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[Though knowing what he already did of Snow White's stepmother, he fears the Huntsman's act of mercy may have ended up costing him his life when she found out. He cocks his head in curiosity at Snow's usual optimistic attitude.]
Why don't you think it is alright to complain?
[Maul complains all the time, not that it's made him one iota happier.]
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Well, what does complaining get done? It isn't going to make the blood go away or flowers suddenly grow. No, there's simply no time to complain if I have things to get done!
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[Stranger things have happened in this city so he'll never say never to a hope like that.]
That is an......interesting way of looking at things.
[As often happens when he speaks with Snow, Maul starts thinking of things in a different way he never would have thought of before.]
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Well, how else would I look at things? I've never heard of complaining getting anything done.
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You do speak some truth there. Not that I ever thought of it that way before.
[Maul complains all the time. Bitching and moaning as Reaper would probably refer to it as.]
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For me, complaining is a way to express my emotions when there are situations I am in that I cannot control as so often happens here. That, at least, is an outlet I can control.
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I'm so sorry that you feel like you have so little control here, though. Perhaps rather than focusing on the big grand things you can't control, you could focus on the little things you can! That's what I do! I will never be able to control a storm rolling in or the tides coming and going, I will never be able to stop bad things and good things from happening all over, but I can control how I respond to it, I control how much good and bad I do!
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[Mainly because Maul clings to the Dark Side as a form of control. He thinks if he can gain just enough power then he can control any of the outcomes that come from the situations thrown his way. It's a fiction that was fed to him his whole life by Sidious and one of the things he still has yet to shake from his master's brainwashing.]
I suppose.....the idea of looking on the good and bad I can do isn't something I often think about. I've always been so concerned with just looking out for myself and what I want so often that I fail to see what consequences my own actions have.
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I can't control that I was exiled and I can't control that I was poisoned and the poison apple followed me here. But I can control putting it safely away so no one else shall fall under its spell and I can control making the best out of this place! If it weren't for my exile, I would have never made my first non-animal friends, the dwarfs! And if I never came here, I would have missed out on so many experiences I've gained.
Here, we can practice together right now, if you like! Is there something upsetting you, Maul?
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.......My memories being broadcast on the network.
[He felt a whole spectrum of emotions about that, everything from anger at two very intense moments of his life being able to be viewed by anyone all the way to grief over Savage's death that he's never fully been able to express before.]
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Still, we cannot change the past, it has happened, after all. Whether or not someone knows doesn't change that we lived it. And we can't help how people might react to it, only how we let it shape us, and even then our memories and pasts are just a part of us. Our past is only a part of the beautiful story we get to live. In my story, I wish to be kind and I wish for no one to know the same sort of pain I knew, and so, I choose to be. In that way, I get much more say in my present and future, since I had no say in my growing up.
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So.....a way to take control is to make decisions to make your present and future better than what came before?
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[Why should he remain unhappy when it is just as easy to change his attitude and have a chance to be much happier?]
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[Not that it's a bad thing. It's nice for Maul to just hear things put so plainly. It gives him no room to dismiss them as not worthy for him to think about.]
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While we might try and explain our reasons for something, at the end of the day, it all really is an is or isn't, do or don't!
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[Look at that. He's finally starting to get it!]
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[Some of the fierce expression Maul usually wears leaves his face.]
Thank you for talking this through with me, Snow. So many people here don't have the patience to do that.
[Usually they start judging Maul for what he's done, causing him to dig in his heels and refusing to listen to anything else they might have to say.]
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Everyone has different strengths and skills, listening can be a very difficult one. So we just have to be understanding.