Cain Saga; "Frog Prince"- Mary Weather/Gilford
Title: Frog Prince
Fandom: The Cain Saga
Pairing: Mary Weather/Gilford
Rating: G
Summary: A fairy tale.
Frog Prince
“When, in disgrace with Fortune and in men’s eyes
I all alone beweep my outcast state”
-William Shakespeare, Sonnet 29
“The itsy-bitsy spider went up the water spout…” he sang softly as his fingers trailed after the little spider that crawled across the floor, “Down came the rain…”
“Gilford! I came to see you!” her cheery voice called from the stairs. He turned in excitement, Mary lightly skipping down the steps, face bright and a smile on her lips. “How are you feeling today?”
He reached out and she easily leaned over to give him a quick embrace in greeting, her long hair brushing against his cheek like silken thread. “Would you like to color again?” she asked, arranging her skirts as she knelt on the floor beside him.
“Let’s have a play,” he suggested, motioning to the box of puppets a few feet away.
“Alright, that sounds fun!” she agreed, moving a bit to reach the box, pulling it over to them, “You made up such a lovely story last time.”
“I have a new story,” he told her proudly, pulling a puppet from the box. It was worn and dirty, and not nearly as pretty as his newer toys, but it fit just right over his hand and it was the perfect doll for the role. “It’s a story about a prince who has a curse on him.”
“Oh?” Mary said, pulling the little makeshift stage they had made into her lap, brushing it off before placing it back on the floor between them. “What’s his curse?”
“He’s trapped in a dark, dirty dungeon, and guarded by an awful dragon,” he explained, wiggling his fingers inside the puppet, making it wave it’s arms. “And the only way for him to be set free is by the princess. She has to save him.”
“The princess saves the prince?” Mary inquired, tilting her head, making her blonde curls slip over her shoulder. “That’s strange.”
“If you don’t like the story, we can make up another one,” Gilford murmured sulkily, but Mary shook her head.
“No! I like it Gilford! It’s nice that the princess can be the hero. That never happens in other stories.”
“She is the hero,” he agreed, looking up at her with a smile, “because she’s nice to the prince, and saves him from the mean dragon. Whenever she’s around, the dragon is afraid and leaves the prince alone.”
“She must have a mighty sword!” Mary exclaimed happily, pulling her own puppet from the collection. “And a magic wand to defeat the dragon.”
Gilford nodded, “But what breaks the prince’s curse is her smile. It’s magic too.”
“So the princess frees the prince,” she recited, Gilford smiling slightly in agreement, “and then what happens? Do they leave to live happily ever after?”
“First, they have to find the wizard that put the curse on the prince, and make him apologize,” he informed her firmly, and Mary laughed, “And then they have to talk to the king, to make sure they can get married.”
“Of course!” she agreed, “It’d be rude not to ask permission.”
“And that’s when they live happily ever after,” he stated, and Mary gave him another smile. “Did you like the story Mary?”
“I love your stories Gilford,” she assured him, “You’re very good.”
“You’re the princess Mary,” he told her, and she nodded, taking a pretty puppet from the box.
“And you’ll be the prince, right?” she asked, replacing the first puppet she picked.
“Yes,” he agreed, “I’m the prince.”
“Oh, look Gilford! I found the perfect thing to be the princess’ sword!” Mary announced gaily, holding up a small toy. The two arranged themselves more comfortably on the floor, continuing with their play.
Fandom: The Cain Saga
Pairing: Mary Weather/Gilford
Rating: G
Summary: A fairy tale.
Frog Prince
“When, in disgrace with Fortune and in men’s eyes
I all alone beweep my outcast state”
-William Shakespeare, Sonnet 29
“The itsy-bitsy spider went up the water spout…” he sang softly as his fingers trailed after the little spider that crawled across the floor, “Down came the rain…”
“Gilford! I came to see you!” her cheery voice called from the stairs. He turned in excitement, Mary lightly skipping down the steps, face bright and a smile on her lips. “How are you feeling today?”
He reached out and she easily leaned over to give him a quick embrace in greeting, her long hair brushing against his cheek like silken thread. “Would you like to color again?” she asked, arranging her skirts as she knelt on the floor beside him.
“Let’s have a play,” he suggested, motioning to the box of puppets a few feet away.
“Alright, that sounds fun!” she agreed, moving a bit to reach the box, pulling it over to them, “You made up such a lovely story last time.”
“I have a new story,” he told her proudly, pulling a puppet from the box. It was worn and dirty, and not nearly as pretty as his newer toys, but it fit just right over his hand and it was the perfect doll for the role. “It’s a story about a prince who has a curse on him.”
“Oh?” Mary said, pulling the little makeshift stage they had made into her lap, brushing it off before placing it back on the floor between them. “What’s his curse?”
“He’s trapped in a dark, dirty dungeon, and guarded by an awful dragon,” he explained, wiggling his fingers inside the puppet, making it wave it’s arms. “And the only way for him to be set free is by the princess. She has to save him.”
“The princess saves the prince?” Mary inquired, tilting her head, making her blonde curls slip over her shoulder. “That’s strange.”
“If you don’t like the story, we can make up another one,” Gilford murmured sulkily, but Mary shook her head.
“No! I like it Gilford! It’s nice that the princess can be the hero. That never happens in other stories.”
“She is the hero,” he agreed, looking up at her with a smile, “because she’s nice to the prince, and saves him from the mean dragon. Whenever she’s around, the dragon is afraid and leaves the prince alone.”
“She must have a mighty sword!” Mary exclaimed happily, pulling her own puppet from the collection. “And a magic wand to defeat the dragon.”
Gilford nodded, “But what breaks the prince’s curse is her smile. It’s magic too.”
“So the princess frees the prince,” she recited, Gilford smiling slightly in agreement, “and then what happens? Do they leave to live happily ever after?”
“First, they have to find the wizard that put the curse on the prince, and make him apologize,” he informed her firmly, and Mary laughed, “And then they have to talk to the king, to make sure they can get married.”
“Of course!” she agreed, “It’d be rude not to ask permission.”
“And that’s when they live happily ever after,” he stated, and Mary gave him another smile. “Did you like the story Mary?”
“I love your stories Gilford,” she assured him, “You’re very good.”
“You’re the princess Mary,” he told her, and she nodded, taking a pretty puppet from the box.
“And you’ll be the prince, right?” she asked, replacing the first puppet she picked.
“Yes,” he agreed, “I’m the prince.”
“Oh, look Gilford! I found the perfect thing to be the princess’ sword!” Mary announced gaily, holding up a small toy. The two arranged themselves more comfortably on the floor, continuing with their play.