355. Fairy Tales
The Fairy Tale Meme!Rules:
1. Post with your character, canon and prefs in the subject line.
2. Comment to other threads and pick a number. (Or let RNG pick.)
3. Thread out the scenarios!
4. Have fun. :D
Choices:
1. Sleeping Beauty: Fallen into a deep, magical sleep, the only thing that can wake you is true love's kiss!
2. The Little Mermaid: Oh no! The ( Read more... )
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For the life of him, he can't remember how he's not. He remembers running, and helping a crewman onto a life boat. He remembers cutting them free when they wouldn't leave, intent on getting the sailor with the crushed leg free and helping him swim back to the lifeboat.
He remembers the flash of lightning, the explosion of wood, and the shock of cold water, and then...nothing. Except...there's more. In that hazy moment of waking just before someone found him washed up on the shore, miraculously unharmed...he remembers an angel. It's only a glimpse in his memory, only a snatch of a heavenly song and caring eyes but...he's sure of it. It's the only possible answer to how he's still alive. Someone had to save him, he's sure of it ( ... )
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Naturally, the witch tossed her up on land with half a concussion and stark naked.
It's the voice that wakes her, and she can feel soft hands on her, feeling for a pulse, touching her cheek, and her eyes blink open. She opens her mouth to answer, out of habit, mostly, and she's still surprised when nothing comes out. She furrows her brow. No sound. No speaking.
This was going to be impossible.
She looked up at him, a bit helplessly.]
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Are you alright, Miss? What's...what's your name?
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Unsteadily, she points to her throat, presses her fingertips to it. A sure indicator that she's mute.]
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He glances around the beach, half in an attempt to figure out what's happened to her, and half in hope he might yet spot that blonde, singing angel. She must be somewhere out there...
He huffs softly and straightens, carefully helping the young woman up to her feet in the process. "Do you know how to get home from here?"
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He asks about home, and for a second, she just wants to go there. She points to the ocean. That's her home. She doesn't have anywhere to go.
With a frown, she presses a hand against his chest, looking up at him imploringly. It's me, it's you.
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Also she's naked. He should do something about that. After a moment, he shrugs out of his jacket and offers her his coat. "Let me see if I can help you find your home? You can stay with me until we find out." He gestures to the palace not far of along the beach. "Just there."
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She takes the coat, though, and wraps it around herself, buttoning it up to preserve her modesty. She didn't have a home. Not anymore. Softly, though, she nodded at him. At least if he let her stay, she might have a chance to prove herself in those three days.
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His father will find him odd, taking in a strange mute girl instead of taking her to a shelter of some sort...but if his angel had seen fit to save her, too, then he sees fit to help her any way he can. It's better than combing the beach looking for signs of her, too, probably.
"Yes, we'll find your home. Don't worry about it at all." He gently loops an arm around her shoulders, helping her to walk without shoes and with whatever lingering unsteadiness she might have. "It's almost dinner time, too, just wait until you see the sorts of things Chef makes."
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And she's starving.
A thought hits her. She wants to know his name. She pauses, turning to him, furrowing her brow. She touches his chest. Mouths the word name, as though he might be able to read lips.
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He recognizes she's mouthing something, but it's as recognizable as anything else she's attempted to say so far. Which is to say: not at all.
"I'm sorry, I don't understand. What's wrong?"
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