I find it interesting that in all the time I’ve known the story of The Ugly Duckling, it never occurred to me until now to question how the hell a swan egg got into a duck’s nest in the first place.
Look, it was a—okay. Bernice isn’t proud of it, but Olivia was beautiful because, well, swans are beautiful, okay? And they’d been in love. Really in love. And Bernice had been happy to sit on Olivia’s egg—they were going to beat the odds, they were going to raise their family together, and everyone else could go eat sand.
But Olivia—well. It got too much, and she went back to Irving and Bernice wasn’t going to punish the kid, okay? She wasn’t, not when the swans all took off and left to hide the shame of what Olivia had done (not that it was shameful, it wasn’t, it wasn’t).
But then it hatched and Bernice had never really…paid attention to what swan hatchlings look like, and she was sort of relieved? She thought maybe if Olivia’s daughter was ugly, she’d learn the value in other things.
So she turned a blind eye to things she shouldn’t have, and the other ducklings were mean to Penelope, but—well. Then the swans came back, and Penelope was adored, beautiful, so strong for having endured.
And Bernice’s heart broke all over again, because it was worse than losing Olivia.
*happy sigh* oh angst! let me pull you to my bosom…
drabble; Myka POV; spoilers for ‘What Matters Most’; angsty things
First is the sorrow, then comes the rage and finally – after the exhaustion sets in and reality falls over the surface of the world just like nighttime – Myka Bering sits on the floor of her bedroom, broken knuckles and damp cheeks, and thinks about Colorado Springs.