I figured we could use a little bit of action...
[[Rue watches Mytho.
No, she watches Siegfried, who just happens to be named Mytho tonight. She's got to stick to the script, to ignore the way he touched her hand and looked at her with genuine pity in his eyes. She can't humanize him. He's nothing more than just another wayward soul traveling Drosselmeyer's path.
Yet, as he bends down, pipes on a flute for Uzura, there's something real in his eyes, and it scares her.
But all the same, when Uzura exits down the aisle, Rue takes his face in her hands, feels his arms go around her waist. She closes her eyes, as she's always done, last night and the night before that and each night for months before that. She leans in, as she will always do, after he is gone.
He is gone.
Rue opens her eyes. She's cupping the air, leaning toward nothing. She's standing in a castle ballroom. This isn't right.]]
Siegfried? Drosselmeyer? Drosselmeyer! This isn't in the script!
[[A cynical frown on her face masks the terror growing in her chest.]]
Is this some silly lecture? I haven't messed up since he--
[[She bites her lip.]]
Someone? Anyone? HELLO?
[[OOC: Here's Catherine!Rue, from Pippin. I'm writing a fanfic with her in it, so I figured I'd bring her here. She's a passive-aggressive little thing and has an interesting history with different characters, so have at her!]]
No, she watches Siegfried, who just happens to be named Mytho tonight. She's got to stick to the script, to ignore the way he touched her hand and looked at her with genuine pity in his eyes. She can't humanize him. He's nothing more than just another wayward soul traveling Drosselmeyer's path.
Yet, as he bends down, pipes on a flute for Uzura, there's something real in his eyes, and it scares her.
But all the same, when Uzura exits down the aisle, Rue takes his face in her hands, feels his arms go around her waist. She closes her eyes, as she's always done, last night and the night before that and each night for months before that. She leans in, as she will always do, after he is gone.
He is gone.
Rue opens her eyes. She's cupping the air, leaning toward nothing. She's standing in a castle ballroom. This isn't right.]]
Siegfried? Drosselmeyer? Drosselmeyer! This isn't in the script!
[[A cynical frown on her face masks the terror growing in her chest.]]
Is this some silly lecture? I haven't messed up since he--
[[She bites her lip.]]
Someone? Anyone? HELLO?
[[OOC: Here's Catherine!Rue, from Pippin. I'm writing a fanfic with her in it, so I figured I'd bring her here. She's a passive-aggressive little thing and has an interesting history with different characters, so have at her!]]