The Prince and the Raven [Princess Tutu; FakirxRue; #4]
Title: The Prince and the Raven
Author: sabssmith (Sabs will do)
Pairing: FakirxRue
Fandom: Princess Tutu
Theme: #4, 'our distance and that person'
Disclaimer: Princess Tutu belongs to Ikuko Itoh and the respective artists, etc. I don't own it, which is good because I'd kill it, kay.
(I've never posted with an lj-cut before, so excuse me if this doesn't go over too well. ><)
Ruby eyes, half-lidded with precarious light from the window, grazed over the library desks. A long flicker of eyelashes, face layered with distraught.
She had never thought to look over The Prince and the Raven so closely as she did now. Every detail practically popped out at her, ate her alive with questions instead of relieving them - as she thought they would. Princess Tutu. The word reeled in her mind. She didn’t want to believe it, but every part of her boiled violently at the syllables, tasting a newfound, wanted flesh in her mind. Truthfully, she didn’t know why she hated the character so - perhaps it was the way she was constantly in the face of hideous circumstance and mourn - but with every fierce jerk of her insides, wanting desperately to lash out at the princess figure of the book, Rue knew she was real. She had to be.
Steady, guarded steps from behind her. It was Fakir. She knew before he emerged into the light or spoke.
“What are you doing?” He demanded.
A poker face instantly fixed itself. With the most manipulative, dry smile she could conjure, she turned her ember eyes upon the older boy. Her voice was cold, as though it were slithering quietly through a fox’s snout. “Simply catching up on my reading, that’s all.” Almost forcefully she shut the book on its front, trying to look inconspicuous.
There was an angry grunt, and then his hand launched forward and caught her arm. From her elbow she could feel the book dropping, knocking its pages - and cover - loose with one noisy fall to the ground. His touch was scorching, burning hot, even through the sleeve of her uniform.
For a moment, all was silent, their contact frozen in time. Then, Rue slowly inclined her head, traveling hard, gem-like digits to Fakir. She was suddenly frightened of how, exactly, his reaction looked.
“Looking up Princess Tutu--” he spat the name fiercely, his gold-lined orbs casting themselves intensely, intimidatingly straight in her face, “-or Mytho?” Even though he had used effort to make ‘Princess Tutu’ sound angry, Rue knew he hoped it was Tutu. Not Mytho.
The disguise on her face was impressive. She took in his whole head, thick with dark, dark green hair, down to his round chin. All the while, her eyes stayed incredibly mischievous, despite the turmoil coursing through her mind: What do you care about Mytho? He’s mine, and I love him. Though another thought coursed, like electricity, in the back of her mind, Why must you care about Mytho, and Mytho only?
A light chuckle escaped her throat, and she was surprised it died painfully at the end. “What if I was looking up both?” She inquired, the glint of light in her eyes growing silvery.
“Don’t become too attached to him,” He hissed immediately, not breaking eye contact.
“Why not?”
“Because I’m not sure if you’re good for him.”
As the shadows of his eyes deepened, blazing his irises, he released her arm with a moody jerk. He paced back, turning to face away from her with his first steps.
Rue watched him walk away. Her eyebrows a thin line, she fought desperately to make sense of the words.
“Don’t become too attached to him.”
“Because I’m not sure if you’re good for him.”
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Comments: Well, there you are! My first FakirxRue theme!
Obviously, this one doesn't really go anywhere, and I do admit it's not too great, plot-wise. It does make a decent intro, however.
Author: sabssmith (Sabs will do)
Pairing: FakirxRue
Fandom: Princess Tutu
Theme: #4, 'our distance and that person'
Disclaimer: Princess Tutu belongs to Ikuko Itoh and the respective artists, etc. I don't own it, which is good because I'd kill it, kay.
(I've never posted with an lj-cut before, so excuse me if this doesn't go over too well. ><)
Ruby eyes, half-lidded with precarious light from the window, grazed over the library desks. A long flicker of eyelashes, face layered with distraught.
She had never thought to look over The Prince and the Raven so closely as she did now. Every detail practically popped out at her, ate her alive with questions instead of relieving them - as she thought they would. Princess Tutu. The word reeled in her mind. She didn’t want to believe it, but every part of her boiled violently at the syllables, tasting a newfound, wanted flesh in her mind. Truthfully, she didn’t know why she hated the character so - perhaps it was the way she was constantly in the face of hideous circumstance and mourn - but with every fierce jerk of her insides, wanting desperately to lash out at the princess figure of the book, Rue knew she was real. She had to be.
Steady, guarded steps from behind her. It was Fakir. She knew before he emerged into the light or spoke.
“What are you doing?” He demanded.
A poker face instantly fixed itself. With the most manipulative, dry smile she could conjure, she turned her ember eyes upon the older boy. Her voice was cold, as though it were slithering quietly through a fox’s snout. “Simply catching up on my reading, that’s all.” Almost forcefully she shut the book on its front, trying to look inconspicuous.
There was an angry grunt, and then his hand launched forward and caught her arm. From her elbow she could feel the book dropping, knocking its pages - and cover - loose with one noisy fall to the ground. His touch was scorching, burning hot, even through the sleeve of her uniform.
For a moment, all was silent, their contact frozen in time. Then, Rue slowly inclined her head, traveling hard, gem-like digits to Fakir. She was suddenly frightened of how, exactly, his reaction looked.
“Looking up Princess Tutu--” he spat the name fiercely, his gold-lined orbs casting themselves intensely, intimidatingly straight in her face, “-or Mytho?” Even though he had used effort to make ‘Princess Tutu’ sound angry, Rue knew he hoped it was Tutu. Not Mytho.
The disguise on her face was impressive. She took in his whole head, thick with dark, dark green hair, down to his round chin. All the while, her eyes stayed incredibly mischievous, despite the turmoil coursing through her mind: What do you care about Mytho? He’s mine, and I love him. Though another thought coursed, like electricity, in the back of her mind, Why must you care about Mytho, and Mytho only?
A light chuckle escaped her throat, and she was surprised it died painfully at the end. “What if I was looking up both?” She inquired, the glint of light in her eyes growing silvery.
“Don’t become too attached to him,” He hissed immediately, not breaking eye contact.
“Why not?”
“Because I’m not sure if you’re good for him.”
As the shadows of his eyes deepened, blazing his irises, he released her arm with a moody jerk. He paced back, turning to face away from her with his first steps.
Rue watched him walk away. Her eyebrows a thin line, she fought desperately to make sense of the words.
“Don’t become too attached to him.”
“Because I’m not sure if you’re good for him.”
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Comments: Well, there you are! My first FakirxRue theme!
Obviously, this one doesn't really go anywhere, and I do admit it's not too great, plot-wise. It does make a decent intro, however.