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A Rue/Mytho Thang
Once upon a time, there was a crow who became a princess. The princess was happier than could be with her new lifestyle, but this came with a great fear of losing it all. What if her prince would realize that she was really just a crow? Every now and then, the princess would shed a crow's feather. Each of these feathers were quickly collected and hidden in her pillow in order to keep her secret safe. But one day, the princess found that those feathers had gone missing. She fully prepared herself to face the prince's scorn and judgement. When he returned, he brought with him her crow's feathers. However, to her surprise, he smiled as he showed that he had transformed the feathers into a golden dress....
Rue woke up with a start, gasping and looking as if she had to claw her way out of a nightmare. And most of the time, the experience certainly felt like it as well. She needed a moment to catch her breath and appreciate that she was back in the material world. To try to remind herself that she was loved and that her heart had become stronger than ever in fending off the raven's blood that tried to circulate through it.
It helped that there was already a pair of arms wrapped around her, gently trying to ease her out of that state and back into a resting state.
"Rue..." he said with a quiet hum. There was often little need for words. It was a nighttime routine that both were accustomed to. He was just the only one with hope that it would one day be excised completely.
"Mytho..." she breathed back with a raspy whisper. And she took a moment to relax into her pillow. "Go back to sleep." As if it were he who were suffering.
"Okay." It was odd that now, Rue could feel the emotion even in such simple statements - phrases that she had associated with the blank him. Mytho still gently rubbed at her shoulders as they laid next to each other, and both were slowly easing back into sleep.
As her eyes fluttered, and closed... this time accompanied by a smile... Rue found herself reflecting on some of Mytho's odd behavior recently. Odd for him, that is. it had been earlier that day when
"Rue... I'm wondering about how much you miss Goldkrown Town. What sorts of things do you miss? What are they like? I'd like to know..."
His curiosity wasn't usually so specific. But she gave some general statements - such as the dance academy. And their friends. She laughed it off, hoping that satisfied his curiosity, and she squeezed his hand as she led him through the garden.
Rue's awakening that morning was more pleasant. Mytho was already up and about, garbed in his princely clothing.
"Good morning, Rue," he said as he looked to her with a smile. To think she used to believe she would never be worthy of waking up to that smile.
"Good morning," she replied pleasantly as her hands tried to navigate through her hair.
"Rue... I'd like to show you something." He said this while looking towards her and standing still. He continued to stand still for several more moments, a smile still piercing his face.
"Well. What is it?" she said with an amused impatience.
"This." He pulled out something he had been keeping in some pocket and held it out to her stiffly. She leaned forward while sitting on the bed to look at it. It seemed to be a photograph. Of... Mr. Cat.
"Mytho?" She raised an eyebrow in confusion and tried to keep a polite tone. "What is this?"
"Mr. Cat."
"I can see that." Just some slight impatience there. "But why? What is the meaning of this?"
"I'd like to know, Rue. Does this make you feel... happy?"
"I don't know what you mean, Mytho. It's... it's just Mr. Cat."
It's odd. Mytho seemed to frown at that, as he put the photo back. "Okay." And he turned to leave a baffled Rue behind. She was about to call out to him, but he was out of the room very quickly. Her eyes shimmered for a moment. She wondered what she could have said - could she have hurt him somehow?
The rest of the day proceeded relatively normal. However, Rue couldn't help but notice more oddness from Mytho. Specifically, in the past she had jokingly wondered if he had never had any heart shard for nervousness, yet today he seemed to be exhibiting it more than ever. Could he be hiding something? It was too odd to tell.
And eventually, dinnertime approached. She remembered the routine well. They would get into their fine dining clothes separately and report to the royal dining hall. Their seats would be at opposite ends of a laughably long table. Rue spent several minutes convincing Mytho to move his chair next to her. It had become part of daily life - repetitive but not necessarily something Rue disliked. It was a nice, continuous reminder of how much Mytho listened to her, after all.
But on this evening, there was a new dress left out for Rue to wear to dinner. It was shining gold and beautiful. Once she was dressed, she went down to the dining room, only to find something completely different. The room had been transformed into an elegant ballroom with the hideous long table replaced by a series of smaller ones.
In the center of the room was Mytho, and he was frowning over some sort of a small mess on the nearest table. It was some sort of collapsed pastry that looked like it had spent its short life dreaming of being a spectacular cake. He looked towards her, very upset. "Rue... I'm sorry."
She glanced around, uncertainly. The entire atmosphere was overwhelming. What was all of his for? But he stepped over towards Mytho, making sharp, suspicious glances between him and the ruined cake, as if suspecting some plot against her. "What is all of this? Just tell me."
"I was thinking of ways to make this day special for you, Rue. I'm sorry."
"Why would you ever be..." She shakes her head with a huff. "There's no reason this can't be like any other ordinary day."
And Mytho shakes his own head, slowly. "It's your birthday. I wanted to give you... whatever you wanted. But I think that I failed. I thought that you missed the academy, but seeing Mr. Cat didn't make you happy. And I tried putting everything you like to eat into a cake... but my servants say it is inedible."
She was stunned for a moment, her eyes widening. How could someone so unusual about emotion manage to floor her with such sudden sentiment? "My... my birthday? Today..."
"Yes, today. I discovered it when I met your parents. I have sent out swans, as well... to bring them here. As well as Duck and Fakir. If you want us all to celebrate... together. Would that be something... that you want?"
Her eyes shimmer with tears as she stepped forward, a soft smile painting her face. "My prince. How could you think I'd want anything other than you?" And she wrapped her arms around him. Of course, seeing her parents and dear friends again would make her happy beyond words. But she was glad that it would take some time for them to get here as well - right now, she just wanted some time with him. And her smirk turned mischievous as she for once led him into a dance. "They'll just get in the way."
He pressed his cheek to hers as they went through the movements of a slow dance, his eyes closed as he delivered a simple and prompt, "I love you."
And her face reddened. And she whispered back sounding just slightly frantic as she settled her head upon his shoulder, "Of course you know, that I love you too."
And so they danced, slowly and softly, their hearts beating and skipping in tune. It was a well-practiced routine and one which they would perform over and over without complaint throughout the pages of their fairy tale life...
Rue woke up with a start, gasping and looking as if she had to claw her way out of a nightmare. And most of the time, the experience certainly felt like it as well. She needed a moment to catch her breath and appreciate that she was back in the material world. To try to remind herself that she was loved and that her heart had become stronger than ever in fending off the raven's blood that tried to circulate through it.
It helped that there was already a pair of arms wrapped around her, gently trying to ease her out of that state and back into a resting state.
"Rue..." he said with a quiet hum. There was often little need for words. It was a nighttime routine that both were accustomed to. He was just the only one with hope that it would one day be excised completely.
"Mytho..." she breathed back with a raspy whisper. And she took a moment to relax into her pillow. "Go back to sleep." As if it were he who were suffering.
"Okay." It was odd that now, Rue could feel the emotion even in such simple statements - phrases that she had associated with the blank him. Mytho still gently rubbed at her shoulders as they laid next to each other, and both were slowly easing back into sleep.
As her eyes fluttered, and closed... this time accompanied by a smile... Rue found herself reflecting on some of Mytho's odd behavior recently. Odd for him, that is. it had been earlier that day when
"Rue... I'm wondering about how much you miss Goldkrown Town. What sorts of things do you miss? What are they like? I'd like to know..."
His curiosity wasn't usually so specific. But she gave some general statements - such as the dance academy. And their friends. She laughed it off, hoping that satisfied his curiosity, and she squeezed his hand as she led him through the garden.
Rue's awakening that morning was more pleasant. Mytho was already up and about, garbed in his princely clothing.
"Good morning, Rue," he said as he looked to her with a smile. To think she used to believe she would never be worthy of waking up to that smile.
"Good morning," she replied pleasantly as her hands tried to navigate through her hair.
"Rue... I'd like to show you something." He said this while looking towards her and standing still. He continued to stand still for several more moments, a smile still piercing his face.
"Well. What is it?" she said with an amused impatience.
"This." He pulled out something he had been keeping in some pocket and held it out to her stiffly. She leaned forward while sitting on the bed to look at it. It seemed to be a photograph. Of... Mr. Cat.
"Mytho?" She raised an eyebrow in confusion and tried to keep a polite tone. "What is this?"
"Mr. Cat."
"I can see that." Just some slight impatience there. "But why? What is the meaning of this?"
"I'd like to know, Rue. Does this make you feel... happy?"
"I don't know what you mean, Mytho. It's... it's just Mr. Cat."
It's odd. Mytho seemed to frown at that, as he put the photo back. "Okay." And he turned to leave a baffled Rue behind. She was about to call out to him, but he was out of the room very quickly. Her eyes shimmered for a moment. She wondered what she could have said - could she have hurt him somehow?
The rest of the day proceeded relatively normal. However, Rue couldn't help but notice more oddness from Mytho. Specifically, in the past she had jokingly wondered if he had never had any heart shard for nervousness, yet today he seemed to be exhibiting it more than ever. Could he be hiding something? It was too odd to tell.
And eventually, dinnertime approached. She remembered the routine well. They would get into their fine dining clothes separately and report to the royal dining hall. Their seats would be at opposite ends of a laughably long table. Rue spent several minutes convincing Mytho to move his chair next to her. It had become part of daily life - repetitive but not necessarily something Rue disliked. It was a nice, continuous reminder of how much Mytho listened to her, after all.
But on this evening, there was a new dress left out for Rue to wear to dinner. It was shining gold and beautiful. Once she was dressed, she went down to the dining room, only to find something completely different. The room had been transformed into an elegant ballroom with the hideous long table replaced by a series of smaller ones.
In the center of the room was Mytho, and he was frowning over some sort of a small mess on the nearest table. It was some sort of collapsed pastry that looked like it had spent its short life dreaming of being a spectacular cake. He looked towards her, very upset. "Rue... I'm sorry."
She glanced around, uncertainly. The entire atmosphere was overwhelming. What was all of his for? But he stepped over towards Mytho, making sharp, suspicious glances between him and the ruined cake, as if suspecting some plot against her. "What is all of this? Just tell me."
"I was thinking of ways to make this day special for you, Rue. I'm sorry."
"Why would you ever be..." She shakes her head with a huff. "There's no reason this can't be like any other ordinary day."
And Mytho shakes his own head, slowly. "It's your birthday. I wanted to give you... whatever you wanted. But I think that I failed. I thought that you missed the academy, but seeing Mr. Cat didn't make you happy. And I tried putting everything you like to eat into a cake... but my servants say it is inedible."
She was stunned for a moment, her eyes widening. How could someone so unusual about emotion manage to floor her with such sudden sentiment? "My... my birthday? Today..."
"Yes, today. I discovered it when I met your parents. I have sent out swans, as well... to bring them here. As well as Duck and Fakir. If you want us all to celebrate... together. Would that be something... that you want?"
Her eyes shimmer with tears as she stepped forward, a soft smile painting her face. "My prince. How could you think I'd want anything other than you?" And she wrapped her arms around him. Of course, seeing her parents and dear friends again would make her happy beyond words. But she was glad that it would take some time for them to get here as well - right now, she just wanted some time with him. And her smirk turned mischievous as she for once led him into a dance. "They'll just get in the way."
He pressed his cheek to hers as they went through the movements of a slow dance, his eyes closed as he delivered a simple and prompt, "I love you."
And her face reddened. And she whispered back sounding just slightly frantic as she settled her head upon his shoulder, "Of course you know, that I love you too."
And so they danced, slowly and softly, their hearts beating and skipping in tune. It was a well-practiced routine and one which they would perform over and over without complaint throughout the pages of their fairy tale life...