WC: 394 Let's ignore the fact that dogs can't cry >_>; I can imagine readers right now going: "D'awwwwwwwwwwwwww :3"
Never in the young woman's life had she heard such wicked things about a story. Every story she knew and read about had happy endings, where bad things just disappeared. Wicked witches were slain, curses were lifted, and princes would save the damsel in distress and they would ride on a beautiful stallion into the sunset. And they would live happily ever after.
But not this story, this dark and twisted tale that Silvano read. It had driven Giselle to tears, the first that any had seen her cry in a while. The truth of it was, was that the story broke her heart. For a brief moment it shattered all hopes and dreams in her young mind, destroying every little trace of light there was within. If this was how she was supposed to feel with each of the fairy tales from the book in the young man's lap, then she didn't want to hear anymore.
Her body stiffened slightly in reaction to the comforting touch the male gave, but the tears continued. They soaked the lower part of her gown, where she leaned into it, but then she felt herself being drawn in. Giselle allowed herself to be pulled into his strange half-hug, removing her head from her knees and instead finding it resting along the male's mottled shoulder. Her right hand curled, and came to rest just below her face, on his chest, and she lay there against his side. The tears remained falling, but Giselle knew she had to stop, or it would soak into his fur as it had her gown.
They eventually had, and her sobs soon became small murmurs into his fur. 'Elle felt strangely comforted by the man, whom she was not angry at for reading the horrible story. It was how it ended, in its strange way, that had saddened her. After a few moments there, refusing to look up at the man with her tear stained face. "I'm sorry.." She said after a while, watching the candle on the opposite end of the room flicker. "If.. if that's how all their fairy tales are, then I don't want to read them." It was true - who knew what else that book contained. As it lay there beneath her, in the man's lap, she deemed it a wicked book... one she'd never dare pick up.
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