Characters: Christine and Oliver
Location: a fairytale kingdom
Time: during the Solstice plot!
Summary: Christine believes herself to be the
Light Princess and Oliver is her platonic prince friend who assumes whatever the Machine is pulling now will surely kill him.
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"What is this?" he asked in a rather less-than-princely manner. "Where the hell am I!?"
But hearing no answer from the forest animals, he did the only thing he could do and started down the path before him. As he walked, he wondered idly what could be done to remedy the fact that he was completely lost. Then, curiously, he wondered why he was thinking about being lost when this was one's natural state in an unfamiliar world. However, a strange sensation was coming over him by then. This world was beginning to feel familiar--familiar, and yet he was surely lost at the same time.
The answer came to him all in rush, and Oliver gave such a start that he had to grab the turban--his turban, certainly--lest it topple off after all. "I'm a prince!" he declared. Then he frowned, for that declaration made no sense at all and yet made perfect sense at the same time. He stood for a moment on the forest path, considering his situation. "I'm looking for a princess to marry," he said to himself. "And I've lost my retinue in these woods." With every word, the story was becoming more familiar--and more true--to him. "Then I guess I should find a place to stay."
As this seemed logical to both the part of his mind that felt this was all quite natural and the part of his mind that nagged at him of other things, he set off to do so. And fortunately, at length, the footpath led him along the side of a large, deep, and beautiful lake.
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The lake was her favorite place. It was the only place in the whole kingdom where she felt truly free. Everywhere else she was held by tethers and watched constantly by her ladies-in-waiting or her father's horse guard. But in the water she could swim and dive to her heart's content. She didn't go flying into the air when she was in the water.
Taking funny leaping bounds towards the water's edge, the stones brought her back down so she didn't float away. But once she'd reached her destination she stepped in until her feet disappeared beneath the sand and silt, then her knees, then her waist. She dropped the stones and leapt back, laughing as she stayed in the water instead of taking off into the air.
She splashed and kicked, dove and twisted, and laughed aloud once her head was above water again. This was freedom, and she was going to enjoy it all day and all night until someone from the castle dragged her inside for bed.
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Without thinking and with little more sound than a gasp, Oliver tore off the tunic and kicked off his sandals. In the process, his turban took care of itself. He hardly noticed, as he was already quite occupied by diving into the lake and swimming out to the prone figure. He wrapped his arms around her and immediately began to swim as hard as he could for shore, hoping against hope that he was intruding on less of a disaster than he feared.
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"Naughty!" she screeched. "Let me go, you naughty, naughty, rude person!"
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But despite the physical struggle and his own fight against coughing, he managed to get her to shore. While pulling her out of the water with him, however, he very nearly let her go because suddenly--inexplicably--she felt like nothing at all. "Whoa!" he cried, his princely manner suffering a bit, it must be admitted, due to surprise. He coughed again, pulling her the rest of the way out as he remembered--though part of him insisted that he had never and should not know--that there was a princess who had no gravity. Clearly this was her.
"You okay?" he asked, letting go of her uncertainly, though at this point could feel no difference between holding her and not.
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"I was perfectly ok until you pulled me from the water and tried to drown me in the process. How rude you are!"
Jabbing a finger downwards she continued, "Now put me back in right now, you fiend!"
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At her request, he just blinked at her. "Do what?" Then, as he got over his shock: "I'm not a fiend! I was helping!"
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But then, still not sure what to do, he watched her for a moment, floating, and considered his options. Then, remembering it surely made no difference when the princess weighed nothing to begin with, he reached out to grab her around her waist again. Holding on tight, he ran along the shore in the direction in which it sloped upward, and, when he judged it was deep enough, he gave a great leap to throw them both back into the lake.
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"That was fun! What do you call that?"
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"Well, uh...falling in, I guess!" he said, idly wondering if she'd ever fallen before in her life. Could someone without gravity fall? "What'd you think?"
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But at that moment, he cut himself off abruptly. A haze seemed to lift from his mind, and his eyes widened. "Christine!? Wait, what are you--what are we..."
In his shock, however, he'd stopped swimming momentarily, and his head dipped just enough for him to cut off again, this time sputtering water.
[ooc: Let me know if that doesn't work for you!]
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"You shall address me as princess. It is the way of things."
[ooc: It works for me. :)]
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