Post by Christine MacTaggart on Sept 27, 2010 22:19:09 GMT -4
yes, Christine's playing in yet another fandom ::eyes the rabbits with teeth:: for those wondering what Princess Tutu is - well, here's a trailer, but don't let it fool you. It's damn good: www.youtube.com/watch?v=7KfoHzlxkT4
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Lise tucked her knees under her chin, glancing over at the slumbering form in the bed near the window. She sighed quietly and continued her silent vigil over the cursed prince. Her gaze shifted to the door upon hearing it creak open. "No change," she said softly, knowing who it was even before they had fully entered the room. "He still sleeps."
Fakir nodded and made his way in. "How you holding up?" he asked, his gaze fixed on her and instead of his prince, the one he promised to protect.
"Hanging in there," she said, glancing over at the transformed prince and then back to Fakir. "The others?" Silently, she wondered when Beauty and the Beast merged with Swan Lake and what other cracked out fairy tale that Drosselmeyer was throwing into the mix. Personally, she thought he should have stuck to the nutcracker and been done with it.
"Ahiru, or rather, Tutu's pacing, trying to figure out how to get the heart shards without waking the Raven, which is proving to be difficult. Rue is sleeping in the spare room, the guilt of what she's done finally catching up to her. Autor's going over the original source material for this increasingly fractured fairy tale, well, as much as this fractured fairy tale had source material and well," he paused and held up his injured hand. "Grateful that's not my writing hand."
She gave a small nod to show that she heard, though her attention had by and large shifted back to the sleeping figure.
"You eaten?"
That question drew her out of her silent thoughts and startled her for a moment before she managed to collect her thoughts enough to answer the question. "No appetite," she confessed. "Besides," she continued softly. "I want to be here when he wakes."
Fakir blew out a sigh, more out of exasperation then anything else. "I'll get you something to eat up here if you're going to be that stubborn."
"No, don't. Seriously, Fakir, I don't think I could eat anything. Stomach's all tied up in large knots," she said softly. "Family eelations be damned, but that relative of yours is a sadist."
Fakir dryly chuckled at her pronouncement. "You have no idea." He moved over to where she sat and stood behind her. "You know he won't be happy with you if he learns you haven't eaten."
"I'll deal with it when he wakes," she said, sighing quietly.
~
Ahiru glanced up at Fakir as he came down the stairs, looking exhausted and irritated in equal measures. "Something troubles you," she noted quietly, smoothing the soft material of her tutu.
"Yeah, upstairs sleeping," he gestured to the room he came out of. "He's still asleep and she's refusing to eat in the chance he wakes up and doesn't have anyone to tell him what's happened."
"She loves him," she said softly. "If the Raven asked for a pure heart to free him, there's no doubt in my mind that she'd offer hers up, just to spare Mytho this fate."
Autor glanced up from the book he was currently reading, dissecting, and nodded. "That does seem a likely scenario," he said quietly, not wanting to wake either the sleeping prince or the sleeping princess. "Although, she should be aware that as Rue is the Raven Princess, or was, that she'd be the more likely person to be chosen by Mytho to be his princess."
"I would like to think that I would be able to choose who I want without the benefit of a fairy tale telling me the proper course of action," a voice said as it descended the stairs. The more raven then man being that Mytho had become glanced at the trio, and let loose a tired sigh. He wish he could smirk, but the beak robbed him of most facial expressions (luckily, glares still worked), especially since he caught the guilty looks the trio exchanged for trying to decide without his opinion.
"Lise?" Autor asked, noticing the girl hadn't come down with Mytho.
"Asleep," he said, eyeing the pot with a little contempt. He had no idea what was in it - but.. it did *not* look edible. Did *not* smell edible. At all. "Please tell me that's not fowl."
Autor blinked before shaking his head. "Oatmeal."
"Is it supposed to be bubbling like that?" he asked, peering into the pot to get a better look. Nope, still didn't look edible.
"Um.." Ahiru started, blushing to the roots of her hair. "So I'm not the world's best cook."
"Ah," came the raven's response.
~
Lise stirred hours later, propping herself up on her elbow. She yawned quietly and moved to get out of bed when she saw a pair of glowing eyes staring at her from the doorway. Her blue eyes widened and she froze mid-movement. She relaxed when the person fully entered the room. "Seriously, Mytho, are you trying to give me heart failure," she said.
"And did I succeed?" he asked dryly.
"I'm still talking, aren't I?"
Mytho gave a throaty chuckle at that. "Yes, I suppose you are." He made his way over to her side and settled down in the chair, or rather, perched on it, much like a bird would. It did bother him a little, that he was give into the instincts that easily.
She studied him as he sat there. She silently reached over and placed her hand on his wing. "We will free you, Mytho," she said quietly. "Just have faith."
"Faith's all I have left."
~
Lise tucked her knees under her chin, glancing over at the slumbering form in the bed near the window. She sighed quietly and continued her silent vigil over the cursed prince. Her gaze shifted to the door upon hearing it creak open. "No change," she said softly, knowing who it was even before they had fully entered the room. "He still sleeps."
Fakir nodded and made his way in. "How you holding up?" he asked, his gaze fixed on her and instead of his prince, the one he promised to protect.
"Hanging in there," she said, glancing over at the transformed prince and then back to Fakir. "The others?" Silently, she wondered when Beauty and the Beast merged with Swan Lake and what other cracked out fairy tale that Drosselmeyer was throwing into the mix. Personally, she thought he should have stuck to the nutcracker and been done with it.
"Ahiru, or rather, Tutu's pacing, trying to figure out how to get the heart shards without waking the Raven, which is proving to be difficult. Rue is sleeping in the spare room, the guilt of what she's done finally catching up to her. Autor's going over the original source material for this increasingly fractured fairy tale, well, as much as this fractured fairy tale had source material and well," he paused and held up his injured hand. "Grateful that's not my writing hand."
She gave a small nod to show that she heard, though her attention had by and large shifted back to the sleeping figure.
"You eaten?"
That question drew her out of her silent thoughts and startled her for a moment before she managed to collect her thoughts enough to answer the question. "No appetite," she confessed. "Besides," she continued softly. "I want to be here when he wakes."
Fakir blew out a sigh, more out of exasperation then anything else. "I'll get you something to eat up here if you're going to be that stubborn."
"No, don't. Seriously, Fakir, I don't think I could eat anything. Stomach's all tied up in large knots," she said softly. "Family eelations be damned, but that relative of yours is a sadist."
Fakir dryly chuckled at her pronouncement. "You have no idea." He moved over to where she sat and stood behind her. "You know he won't be happy with you if he learns you haven't eaten."
"I'll deal with it when he wakes," she said, sighing quietly.
~
Ahiru glanced up at Fakir as he came down the stairs, looking exhausted and irritated in equal measures. "Something troubles you," she noted quietly, smoothing the soft material of her tutu.
"Yeah, upstairs sleeping," he gestured to the room he came out of. "He's still asleep and she's refusing to eat in the chance he wakes up and doesn't have anyone to tell him what's happened."
"She loves him," she said softly. "If the Raven asked for a pure heart to free him, there's no doubt in my mind that she'd offer hers up, just to spare Mytho this fate."
Autor glanced up from the book he was currently reading, dissecting, and nodded. "That does seem a likely scenario," he said quietly, not wanting to wake either the sleeping prince or the sleeping princess. "Although, she should be aware that as Rue is the Raven Princess, or was, that she'd be the more likely person to be chosen by Mytho to be his princess."
"I would like to think that I would be able to choose who I want without the benefit of a fairy tale telling me the proper course of action," a voice said as it descended the stairs. The more raven then man being that Mytho had become glanced at the trio, and let loose a tired sigh. He wish he could smirk, but the beak robbed him of most facial expressions (luckily, glares still worked), especially since he caught the guilty looks the trio exchanged for trying to decide without his opinion.
"Lise?" Autor asked, noticing the girl hadn't come down with Mytho.
"Asleep," he said, eyeing the pot with a little contempt. He had no idea what was in it - but.. it did *not* look edible. Did *not* smell edible. At all. "Please tell me that's not fowl."
Autor blinked before shaking his head. "Oatmeal."
"Is it supposed to be bubbling like that?" he asked, peering into the pot to get a better look. Nope, still didn't look edible.
"Um.." Ahiru started, blushing to the roots of her hair. "So I'm not the world's best cook."
"Ah," came the raven's response.
~
Lise stirred hours later, propping herself up on her elbow. She yawned quietly and moved to get out of bed when she saw a pair of glowing eyes staring at her from the doorway. Her blue eyes widened and she froze mid-movement. She relaxed when the person fully entered the room. "Seriously, Mytho, are you trying to give me heart failure," she said.
"And did I succeed?" he asked dryly.
"I'm still talking, aren't I?"
Mytho gave a throaty chuckle at that. "Yes, I suppose you are." He made his way over to her side and settled down in the chair, or rather, perched on it, much like a bird would. It did bother him a little, that he was give into the instincts that easily.
She studied him as he sat there. She silently reached over and placed her hand on his wing. "We will free you, Mytho," she said quietly. "Just have faith."
"Faith's all I have left."
