Glances Into the Heart's Connections - Rejection
Title: Glances Into the Heart's Connections - Rejection
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Characters/pairings: Ensemble
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A series of oneshots about any and possibly all of the Kingdom Hearts cast.
Warnings: n/a
Notes: Old writing, from way back in the day, in it's mostly original format (very minor corrections may have been made)
o o o
Theme: #60. Rejection
o o o
Something was poking him.
He remembered running, as far and as fast as his legs would carry him, hoping, in some obscure corner of his heart, to outrun the very curse he'd brought upon himself. But even as the yards stretched into miles, his four legs never became two, his paws never became fingers, his teeth never settled back inside his mouth where they belonged. So, he ran, away from the castle, away from the Rose, away from the pained, accusing looks of his servants, away from the beautiful, terrible reminders of what he had been and what he was now.
He didn't remember collapsing into a gully, exhausted, but apparently, he had, as something was now dragging him out of a deep, nauseous sleep by prodding at his furred back. The cursed prince rolled over, a growl in his throat, and came face to face with something large, green, and smelly.
He screamed, a noise that was half roar, and the green thing let out a startled noise and flailed back. They stared at each other for a moment, the furred prince, and the green man-shaped creature, before the prince tried to stand. But his paws were scored by rocks and slick with half-dried blood, and he quickly went down again, this time with a yelp of pain. The green thing moved closer, and the prince tried to turn his head and growl menacingly, though it sounded more like a whimper. He saw it plant hands the size of hams on it's hips, and actually speak, it's voice heavily accented, and equal parts wondering and disgusted. "What in th' world're yew s'posed t' be?"
The prince debated just laying there and not answering, pretending to be a dumb animal, but he really didn't relish the idea of becoming this thing's pet - or dinner. "A monster," He growled finally. "Leave me be."
The thing snorted, and the prince was astonished when he was scooped up into heavy, hairy green arms. "Pretty sorry monster, if y' ask me." It said. "My lit'lest one's scarier then yew are."
They were moving, somewhere, and the prince struggled weakly in the thing's grip. "Where... where are you taking me?" He rasped.
"Yer hurt an' bleedin' in mah swamp." It answered from somewhere over his head. "An' I went and got a soft heart sometime, so I can't jus' leave y' out here." The prince frowned to himself, and struggled again, but the thing was strong, and he gave up. They carried on in silence for a time, when it spoke again. "So, what're y' doin' out here, anyway?"
The prince closed his eyes, seeing Cogsworth and Lumere behind his eyelids. "Running." He muttered. "I...I brought a curse, on everything I know."
"A curse, eh?" It asked, thoughtful. "Though you sounded a wee bit high-brow for a monster. So, what were ya?"
"A prince," The furred boy muttered. "Now look at me."
"A right beast y'are now." The thing said cheerfully. "You know how yer s'posed to get rid of this, eh, curse of yours?"
The prince sighed, despair welling around his heart as he thought of the nigh-impossible terms the enchantress had set. "I have to learn to love." He said softly. "And I have to earn her love back."
"Is that all?" It asked quizically.
"Is that all?!" The price protested, struggling again. "Look at me! Who could ever love a-a-a 'right beast'?"
"The same type of girl who could love a huge, smelly, green ogre." The creature replied, stepping into a clearing. The prince gaped in astonishment. Four other green creatures looked up at them, three obviously children, one a full-grown female with fire-red hair and an almost pretty look to her odd face. They all made various noises of astonishment at the sight of the prince, and the boy realized with growing wonder that the thing that held him actually had a family. "You can't live bein' afraid of rejection." The ogre said from somewhere above his head. "Otherwise, you drive away everything worthwhile."
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Characters/pairings: Ensemble
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A series of oneshots about any and possibly all of the Kingdom Hearts cast.
Warnings: n/a
Notes: Old writing, from way back in the day, in it's mostly original format (very minor corrections may have been made)
o o o
Theme: #60. Rejection
o o o
Something was poking him.
He remembered running, as far and as fast as his legs would carry him, hoping, in some obscure corner of his heart, to outrun the very curse he'd brought upon himself. But even as the yards stretched into miles, his four legs never became two, his paws never became fingers, his teeth never settled back inside his mouth where they belonged. So, he ran, away from the castle, away from the Rose, away from the pained, accusing looks of his servants, away from the beautiful, terrible reminders of what he had been and what he was now.
He didn't remember collapsing into a gully, exhausted, but apparently, he had, as something was now dragging him out of a deep, nauseous sleep by prodding at his furred back. The cursed prince rolled over, a growl in his throat, and came face to face with something large, green, and smelly.
He screamed, a noise that was half roar, and the green thing let out a startled noise and flailed back. They stared at each other for a moment, the furred prince, and the green man-shaped creature, before the prince tried to stand. But his paws were scored by rocks and slick with half-dried blood, and he quickly went down again, this time with a yelp of pain. The green thing moved closer, and the prince tried to turn his head and growl menacingly, though it sounded more like a whimper. He saw it plant hands the size of hams on it's hips, and actually speak, it's voice heavily accented, and equal parts wondering and disgusted. "What in th' world're yew s'posed t' be?"
The prince debated just laying there and not answering, pretending to be a dumb animal, but he really didn't relish the idea of becoming this thing's pet - or dinner. "A monster," He growled finally. "Leave me be."
The thing snorted, and the prince was astonished when he was scooped up into heavy, hairy green arms. "Pretty sorry monster, if y' ask me." It said. "My lit'lest one's scarier then yew are."
They were moving, somewhere, and the prince struggled weakly in the thing's grip. "Where... where are you taking me?" He rasped.
"Yer hurt an' bleedin' in mah swamp." It answered from somewhere over his head. "An' I went and got a soft heart sometime, so I can't jus' leave y' out here." The prince frowned to himself, and struggled again, but the thing was strong, and he gave up. They carried on in silence for a time, when it spoke again. "So, what're y' doin' out here, anyway?"
The prince closed his eyes, seeing Cogsworth and Lumere behind his eyelids. "Running." He muttered. "I...I brought a curse, on everything I know."
"A curse, eh?" It asked, thoughtful. "Though you sounded a wee bit high-brow for a monster. So, what were ya?"
"A prince," The furred boy muttered. "Now look at me."
"A right beast y'are now." The thing said cheerfully. "You know how yer s'posed to get rid of this, eh, curse of yours?"
The prince sighed, despair welling around his heart as he thought of the nigh-impossible terms the enchantress had set. "I have to learn to love." He said softly. "And I have to earn her love back."
"Is that all?" It asked quizically.
"Is that all?!" The price protested, struggling again. "Look at me! Who could ever love a-a-a 'right beast'?"
"The same type of girl who could love a huge, smelly, green ogre." The creature replied, stepping into a clearing. The prince gaped in astonishment. Four other green creatures looked up at them, three obviously children, one a full-grown female with fire-red hair and an almost pretty look to her odd face. They all made various noises of astonishment at the sight of the prince, and the boy realized with growing wonder that the thing that held him actually had a family. "You can't live bein' afraid of rejection." The ogre said from somewhere above his head. "Otherwise, you drive away everything worthwhile."