Hi guys! I'm
mahmfic, back for another week of hosting here at
comment_fic! Today's theme is Reincarnation. Interpret as you wish.
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"I guess that's all of us, then," Clint said. "Except for Natasha, that is."
"No. I know who I am."
She didn't volunteer the information; instead, she waited for it to dawn on them. It was right there in her appearance, after all: a cap of bright red on her head. Krasnaja šapočka--Little Red Cap. It made no difference that the cap was hair and not a hat or hood.
And there were plenty of stories of lost girls wandering in a dark wood--an old metaphor for life. And in life as in forests, there were always wolves. In fact, many early versions of the story painted the girl as a seductress, eager to eat and drink the flesh and blood of humans. Even in tales where the girl was less wolf-child and more human, she tended to end up in the belly of the beast...in the middle of grave danger. But, in the stories without the woodsman, the girl generally cut her way out with a dagger as sharp as a tooth. She couldn't always save her grandmother, but she could save herself.
Not a princess. A survivor. A girl willing to do whatever she must to live, no matter how she felt about it. Natasha could understand such a girl far better than she could a pallid princess.
She thought that they would guess eventually--but she wondered if they would grasp the other half. For Little Red Cap was a survivor. And survivors had to have some wolf in their souls.
People always forgot that wolves and girls weren't necessarily opponents.
In some cases, they were one and the same.
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