the princess and the brain
Title: The Princess and the Brain
Author: merigirl
Characters/Pairing: Az, Ambrose's brain
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Azkadellia speaking to Ambrose's brain while it bubbles in the tank.
Warning: none. Not beta'd this image was swirling around my head for awhile now and I utterly blame klcthebookworm for why it got written last night instead of cleaning the kitchen. That's two angsty fics in a row.. dear me where is my head at? My must best find something silly to write about next. I have gone through a tweaked this twice as I was having trouble finding Az's voice. I may rewrite it again at a later date.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything, especially not the Tin Man, if I did there would have been a fourth episode showing the end of the battle and what happens next for our heroes.
Word Count: 872
Whispers. That is all she has now. The witch is so strong and she was never the strong one, never the defiant one, not like DG, never like DG. The witch tells pretty lies, but they are still lies, rapped in ribbons and glittering gems. The witch is strong and now she has taken the last thing away that Azkadellia ever cared about. The last friend she ever had. The witch was dormant now, sleeping coiled with her body, a venomous serpent ready to strike. The witch’s voice was silent, and her mind was her own for a time. The silence never lasted long, a brief span of hours when the witch used up too much of her dark magic. Then the whispers would return and the witch would lock her away her away. A prisoner in her own mind, in her own body.
‘Leave.’ Azkadellia ordered voice sweet, lilting, lips curving in the witch’s favourite smirk. She pretended not to notice as the alchemists filed silent from the room. The heavy door closed with a metallic click of the lock. Alone Az let her posture drop as much as the witch’s corset would allow. She walked to the door fingertips faintly glowing white as she wove a silencing spell. Az finally turned to face the tank, the bubbling green fluid and Ambrose’s brilliant brain. Silent tears tracked down her cheeks as she pressed her hand flat against the cool glass. She could feel the vibrations of the machine working to keep the brain alive, machine and magic that left a bitter taste at the back of her throat.
‘Ambrose...Can you hear me? It’s me Azkadellia...Azkadee. The sorceress...sleeps. Not for long, never for long. She will wake again soon and the whispers will begin again. And then she will take over. It burns Ambrose. It hurts so much when she takes over, when she becomes the sorceress and I am thrown into such a dark place. I’m so sorry Ambrose. I couldn’t stop her. Why did you have to do it? Why did you have to be so strong? You could have told her your secrets. I could have kept you. The witch promised I could keep you. If you just talked to me. She promised I could keep you. Everyone is gone now. I only have the witch and the mobats. I could have had you. If you only told her how to build the machine I could have kept you. Oh how I miss you Ambrose.’ Azkadellia scrubbed her hands across her face, obliterating her tears.
Az sighed and pressed her forehead to the glass tank, fingertips trailing random patters and trailing the bubbles as the rose through the green fluid. ‘Green was never your colour was it? And now that’s all you are, a brilliant brain in green tank. I’m sorry Ambrose. It’s my fault. I begged the witch not to kill you. I begged and begged. She didn’t kill you but she did something far worse. The man I love is a brainless husk she sent walking across the O.Z. and your beautiful mind is stuck in a jar in this alchemist’s dungeon.’ Azkadellia gently banged her head against the glass. ‘I can’t destroy you Ambrose. I can’t do anything. She is too strong now. I can’t fight her anymore and I...I can’t let you go.’
Azkadellia stared hard at her reflection in the glass, the perfect hair, the tightly corseted black dress, harsh black tattoos across pale flesh, she closed her eyes and the witch’s face flashed across her mind. ‘I’m not me anymore. Do you still remember Azkadellia the girl? It’s so hard to remember now. The witch twists everything with her pretty lies.’ A bitter laugh laced with tears and regret bubbled up in Azkadellia’s throat. ‘Do you remember the ball for my fourteenth birthday? Remember dancing with me? I was in that golden ball gown, I felt so pretty and grown up... and you...you were so handsome in that purple suit. You danced with me and kissed my hand. And then DG....DG put a spell on the punch so everyone started singing, mother was so mad, and father laughed and you just smiled and winked at me. That night I dreamed that I was queen and you stood beside me as my consort. I never told anyone that. Oh Ambrose you will never be my prince now. Everything is ruined, the witch has finally won. I won’t fight her any more. I can’t fight her. She promised I could keep you, and now you’re gone. I’m so sorry Ambrose. I’m sorry I’m not as strong as you. She’s waking now, I can feel it. Feel her dark magic like flames burning me from the inside out. Please remember me, remember the girl in the golden dress, don’t remember the witch’s face. Goodbye Ambrose. Goodbye my friend. Goodbye my love.’
Azkadellia stepped away from the tank, her red lips curved in a sad smile as she straightened her shoulders and through the doors open with a flick of her wrist. She stepped from the room and never looked back. The witch began to whisper again, plots, plans, and beribboned lies. Azkadellia was the sorceress now.
Author: merigirl
Characters/Pairing: Az, Ambrose's brain
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Azkadellia speaking to Ambrose's brain while it bubbles in the tank.
Warning: none. Not beta'd this image was swirling around my head for awhile now and I utterly blame klcthebookworm for why it got written last night instead of cleaning the kitchen. That's two angsty fics in a row.. dear me where is my head at? My must best find something silly to write about next. I have gone through a tweaked this twice as I was having trouble finding Az's voice. I may rewrite it again at a later date.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything, especially not the Tin Man, if I did there would have been a fourth episode showing the end of the battle and what happens next for our heroes.
Word Count: 872
Whispers. That is all she has now. The witch is so strong and she was never the strong one, never the defiant one, not like DG, never like DG. The witch tells pretty lies, but they are still lies, rapped in ribbons and glittering gems. The witch is strong and now she has taken the last thing away that Azkadellia ever cared about. The last friend she ever had. The witch was dormant now, sleeping coiled with her body, a venomous serpent ready to strike. The witch’s voice was silent, and her mind was her own for a time. The silence never lasted long, a brief span of hours when the witch used up too much of her dark magic. Then the whispers would return and the witch would lock her away her away. A prisoner in her own mind, in her own body.
‘Leave.’ Azkadellia ordered voice sweet, lilting, lips curving in the witch’s favourite smirk. She pretended not to notice as the alchemists filed silent from the room. The heavy door closed with a metallic click of the lock. Alone Az let her posture drop as much as the witch’s corset would allow. She walked to the door fingertips faintly glowing white as she wove a silencing spell. Az finally turned to face the tank, the bubbling green fluid and Ambrose’s brilliant brain. Silent tears tracked down her cheeks as she pressed her hand flat against the cool glass. She could feel the vibrations of the machine working to keep the brain alive, machine and magic that left a bitter taste at the back of her throat.
‘Ambrose...Can you hear me? It’s me Azkadellia...Azkadee. The sorceress...sleeps. Not for long, never for long. She will wake again soon and the whispers will begin again. And then she will take over. It burns Ambrose. It hurts so much when she takes over, when she becomes the sorceress and I am thrown into such a dark place. I’m so sorry Ambrose. I couldn’t stop her. Why did you have to do it? Why did you have to be so strong? You could have told her your secrets. I could have kept you. The witch promised I could keep you. If you just talked to me. She promised I could keep you. Everyone is gone now. I only have the witch and the mobats. I could have had you. If you only told her how to build the machine I could have kept you. Oh how I miss you Ambrose.’ Azkadellia scrubbed her hands across her face, obliterating her tears.
Az sighed and pressed her forehead to the glass tank, fingertips trailing random patters and trailing the bubbles as the rose through the green fluid. ‘Green was never your colour was it? And now that’s all you are, a brilliant brain in green tank. I’m sorry Ambrose. It’s my fault. I begged the witch not to kill you. I begged and begged. She didn’t kill you but she did something far worse. The man I love is a brainless husk she sent walking across the O.Z. and your beautiful mind is stuck in a jar in this alchemist’s dungeon.’ Azkadellia gently banged her head against the glass. ‘I can’t destroy you Ambrose. I can’t do anything. She is too strong now. I can’t fight her anymore and I...I can’t let you go.’
Azkadellia stared hard at her reflection in the glass, the perfect hair, the tightly corseted black dress, harsh black tattoos across pale flesh, she closed her eyes and the witch’s face flashed across her mind. ‘I’m not me anymore. Do you still remember Azkadellia the girl? It’s so hard to remember now. The witch twists everything with her pretty lies.’ A bitter laugh laced with tears and regret bubbled up in Azkadellia’s throat. ‘Do you remember the ball for my fourteenth birthday? Remember dancing with me? I was in that golden ball gown, I felt so pretty and grown up... and you...you were so handsome in that purple suit. You danced with me and kissed my hand. And then DG....DG put a spell on the punch so everyone started singing, mother was so mad, and father laughed and you just smiled and winked at me. That night I dreamed that I was queen and you stood beside me as my consort. I never told anyone that. Oh Ambrose you will never be my prince now. Everything is ruined, the witch has finally won. I won’t fight her any more. I can’t fight her. She promised I could keep you, and now you’re gone. I’m so sorry Ambrose. I’m sorry I’m not as strong as you. She’s waking now, I can feel it. Feel her dark magic like flames burning me from the inside out. Please remember me, remember the girl in the golden dress, don’t remember the witch’s face. Goodbye Ambrose. Goodbye my friend. Goodbye my love.’
Azkadellia stepped away from the tank, her red lips curved in a sad smile as she straightened her shoulders and through the doors open with a flick of her wrist. She stepped from the room and never looked back. The witch began to whisper again, plots, plans, and beribboned lies. Azkadellia was the sorceress now.