LGBT Fairytales!

To Love a Fairy - Cinderella Re-Write

 Every day is the same routine.

Wake up, make breakfast, wash the kitchen, feed my sisters, dress my sisters, scrub the halls, clean the rooms, make lunch, feed my sisters, clean the mess, organize the kitchen, fix my sisters room - again -, make dinner, feed my family, clean up everyone before bed, clean the kitchen, clean myself, and sleep.

Every day, the same jobs, the same order.

So, when the day came for my sisters to the ball, and I met the glowing, magical, ethereal fairy, I knew something amazing was going to happen.

She spun into existence like wool spun on a loom. Her platinum blonde hair fell across her shoulder so perfectly it was hard to believe she was real. Her face was pale, but not in fear of sickness. Her skin glowed silver, emanating a cool glow. Her eyes were an icy blue, so light that it was hard to differentiate her iris from her sclera. Her face looked to be sculpted by Aphrodite herself, every edge sharp and ever plain smooth. Her figure was hidden in her dress, the flowing garments of blue and white silk and lace hugging her bodice and skirt billowing out from her waist like the dresses of the olden age. She stood tall, rising over me with an aura of authority. In her left hand was a wand, made of pure silver, the shape looking like a twisted branch of a forgotten willow tree.

"You're gorgeous." I breathed, eyes tracing along her body in utter disbelief of her beauty. A sudden flush of pink scattered across her cheeks, her eyes widening ever so slightly. Her posture straightened, wand raising to settle next to her head.

"Why thank you, young Ella," she said, still seeming taken aback by my comment. "But I do believe we have a ball to prepare you for." She smiled softly. The idea of the ball had completely slipped my mind the more details I saw of the beautiful woman in front of me. I nodded hurriedly, eyes still trained on her perfect face and body.

She flicked her wand, a shoot of silver fluttering around me, curling up and around my body like a spring. My short blue dress seemed to stretch, the fabric reaching down to my ankles. The bust tightened and my waist puffed out, the baby blue linen shifting into a sky-blue silk. Embroidered patterns popped into existence, the threads weaving in and out of the fabric and creating a beautiful weaving pattern of clouds across the hem of my dress. Lace sleeves dropped down my shoulders, teardrop sized pearls trimming song the edges. My hair bunched into curls, the top pulling high into a bun. Some pieces of dark brown hair fell in my face, the magic tucking it behind my ear ever so softly. My cloth sandals hardened into glass slippers, shaped perfectly to my feet.

I could feel my eyes shine with amazement as I looked back up to the fairy. She looked as surprised as I was, eyes tracing up and down my body. Her cheeks flushed further, biting her pale pink lip the longer she looked me up and down.

"I believe you should be ready to go now, Ella." She mumbled, curtsying curtly and raising her wand. She flicked it softly, the silver sparkles fluttering out and spiraling around her slowly fading figure.

"Wait!" I shout, picking up the hem of the dress as I step a bit closer. "What is your name? I want to know the name of the prettiest fairy I've ever seen." Her figure reappeared, face redder than ever, and a faint smile on her face. I could feel my heart warm at the joy on her face, knowing someone wanted more from her than just their wish to be granted.

"My name is Verna. Verna Felton." She reached forward her empty hand for me to shake, a pair of snow-white gloves hugging her skin perfectly. I nodded softly, smiling gently. My heart fluttered as she lifted my hand to her mouth, pressing her lips to the back of my hand. Her lips were soft and cold, as though no one had ever touched her lips to warm them.

A shiver ran up my spine, jumping into my heart as her closed eyes opened to meet mine. The icy blue looked softer than even the smallest snowflake, searching through my soul like a searchlight. My brain seemed to freeze for a minute, too captivated by the beauty of her.