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tampered2009-01-11 11:14 pm
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When; Backdated January 10th, just after midnight.
Rating; A for ANGST.
Characters; Rue.
Summary; The Princess awakes without her Prince.
Log;
When she awoke, he had already left. It was just her, her belongings and his warm, empty side of the bed the only ones in their room. Rue had been reluctant to open her eyes when the dreaded metronome abruptly began to tick against her ears; the noise had pierced into her soul with fear and stirred her of her pleasant slumber while winter chilled outside the window.
Suddenly, winter might have just entered in her room without her permission in the death of the night. The chamber had been warm a minute ago, why did she feel so cold now?
Swallowing deeply, Rue rose from her four poster bed, reaching for an oil lamp and a black coat to wear over her maroon night clothes; her mind still refused to believe yet what her heart already feared to accept, so she went in search for her Prince. Barefoot, she walked with a weightless pace inside the depths of Opera Abandoned, harboring the hope he would appear.
“Prince?” she asked into the darkness, illuminating the way unwilling to awake anyone else to search for him. He wasn’t in the kitchen or with the swans. He wasn’t dancing at the stage or the music hall. He wasn’t in the snowed gardens, visiting Romeo’s pegasi or rescuing a bird in distress. He wasn’t anywhere.
Where could he go at this hour? Rue wondered inwardly, feeling her mouth and throat growing dry and her chest beating into a painful rate in apprehension. She extinguished the flame of the lamp and left it to a side of the stage. Whirling, she rushed at the exit of the building to vanish from side, making her body indistinguishably with the shadows. She felt her heart ache more and more at each ticking of the countdown. He’s here, I’m making certain. This nuisance of City must have displaced him in a curse, she told herself in a huff while she materialized in front of the Hall of the Missing. Mytho wouldn’t leave his wife. He wouldn’t. Her Prince was a good man.
She couldn’t explain why her eyes watered before glimpsing at his picture, hanged among all those who came and were no more. Next to Professor Cat’s, the Prince’s noble smile was captured beautifully. Rue simply stared at his portrait and left the ticking advance; she had lost her voice, she had lost herself in the despair to lose him for another time. The image of his smile was growing blurry like the world around her, all silhouettes distorted by her tears while darkness became more solid than ever.
And unexpectedly winter invaded uninvited every bone inside of her.
Rating; A for ANGST.
Characters; Rue.
Summary; The Princess awakes without her Prince.
Log;
When she awoke, he had already left. It was just her, her belongings and his warm, empty side of the bed the only ones in their room. Rue had been reluctant to open her eyes when the dreaded metronome abruptly began to tick against her ears; the noise had pierced into her soul with fear and stirred her of her pleasant slumber while winter chilled outside the window.
Suddenly, winter might have just entered in her room without her permission in the death of the night. The chamber had been warm a minute ago, why did she feel so cold now?
Swallowing deeply, Rue rose from her four poster bed, reaching for an oil lamp and a black coat to wear over her maroon night clothes; her mind still refused to believe yet what her heart already feared to accept, so she went in search for her Prince. Barefoot, she walked with a weightless pace inside the depths of Opera Abandoned, harboring the hope he would appear.
“Prince?” she asked into the darkness, illuminating the way unwilling to awake anyone else to search for him. He wasn’t in the kitchen or with the swans. He wasn’t dancing at the stage or the music hall. He wasn’t in the snowed gardens, visiting Romeo’s pegasi or rescuing a bird in distress. He wasn’t anywhere.
Where could he go at this hour? Rue wondered inwardly, feeling her mouth and throat growing dry and her chest beating into a painful rate in apprehension. She extinguished the flame of the lamp and left it to a side of the stage. Whirling, she rushed at the exit of the building to vanish from side, making her body indistinguishably with the shadows. She felt her heart ache more and more at each ticking of the countdown. He’s here, I’m making certain. This nuisance of City must have displaced him in a curse, she told herself in a huff while she materialized in front of the Hall of the Missing. Mytho wouldn’t leave his wife. He wouldn’t. Her Prince was a good man.
She couldn’t explain why her eyes watered before glimpsing at his picture, hanged among all those who came and were no more. Next to Professor Cat’s, the Prince’s noble smile was captured beautifully. Rue simply stared at his portrait and left the ticking advance; she had lost her voice, she had lost herself in the despair to lose him for another time. The image of his smile was growing blurry like the world around her, all silhouettes distorted by her tears while darkness became more solid than ever.
And unexpectedly winter invaded uninvited every bone inside of her.