fairytaleknight: (shadowed stare)
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Baiting a trap for Princess Tutu was this morning's project. This evening Fakir has larger concerns, like the invitation he received to Mytho and the crow-princess's wedding, naming Fakir as a witness.

Damn that Princess Kraehe! Does this mean she doesn't see me as a threat?

She will, very soon. It's time.

I've been fighting my fate long enough.


Fakir dresses, slipping Princess Tutu's pendant into the pocket of his uniform trousers. In the shadows of a Kinkan Town dusk, he crosses the town to the smith's house.

Date: 2009-10-15 03:31 am (UTC)
reallyaduck: (duck hiding)
From: [personal profile] reallyaduck
With a SUPER SNEAKY DUCK in hot pursuit!

Fakir, what are you doing?

She squints across the street from her hiding place in the shadows, trying to read the sign over the door. It's written in some kind of old-time lettering, like on the covers of fairy-tale books . . . maybe it's an antiques shop?

The door's closing; if she doesn't hurry, she'll miss it. With an involuntary quack, she flutters across the street and through the door.

Date: 2009-10-15 04:05 am (UTC)
reallyaduck: (duck peeking)
From: [personal profile] reallyaduck
Duck peers around the edge of the doorway that separates the outer shop (it's all full of weapons and shields and armor, things that are meant to hit and to hurt and to do battle with, things Duck doesn't like at all) from the inner room, where the gray-haired man sits sharpening an axe.

How does Fakir know the man? Why would he give Fakir a sword? There's no way Fakir should have a sword, Duck thinks, he's crazy and dangerous enough as it is!

But - he says he wants to protect Mytho with it.

Date: 2009-10-15 04:23 am (UTC)
reallyaduck: (duck :O)
From: [personal profile] reallyaduck
What?

Duck feels her eyes grow round and enormous.

Fakir . . . a knight? No, not just any knight - the knight from the story, reborn!

Does that make him like her - like Princess Tutu?

(For once, Duck regrets not having read Prinz und Rabe.)

Date: 2009-10-15 04:37 am (UTC)
reallyaduck: (duck peeking)
From: [personal profile] reallyaduck
He sounds so young. He never sounds like that at school - he always sounds like he's a million years older than everyone else, like a real true grown-up almost. But here, he sounds like a kid, like he's not really any older than Duck.

He doesn't sound like a knight. He doesn't sound like the school bully, either.

Date: 2009-10-15 05:03 am (UTC)
reallyaduck: (duck :O)
From: [personal profile] reallyaduck
But if he's protecting Mytho . . .

Duck clings desperately to the last few shards of her mental judgment of Fakir, even as she sees them slipping away.

- then why did he try to shatter his heart?

But she already knows the answer. She's seen enough times that Fakir really thinks that getting his heart back is going to hurt Mytho - she'd even thought it would herself, once or twice. Can she really blame him for thinking that too?

Date: 2009-10-15 05:15 am (UTC)
reallyaduck: (can't look)
From: [personal profile] reallyaduck
Princess Tutu is a tragic heroine . . .

It doesn't matter! I'm not thinking about confessing now or anything! I just wanna help Mytho!

Are you sure you're not afraid of sharing the same wretched fate as the knight in the story?




Duck flinches away, and so she hears, rather than sees, the sound of Karon's hand connecting with Fakir's face.

Date: 2009-10-24 04:37 am (UTC)
reallyaduck: (duck peeking)
From: [personal profile] reallyaduck
Duck opens her eyes again, cautiously. She looks towards Fakir's face -

- and then something flashes red in the corner of her vision, and her gaze drops down to his pocket. The one where he keeps her pendant.

There's a heartshard around here somewhere!

Date: 2009-10-24 04:58 am (UTC)
reallyaduck: (duck hiding)
From: [personal profile] reallyaduck
No one, that is, except the little yellow duck who followed him out there, and is watching from across the pond.



He's crying. Of all the things she thought she'd ever see - she didn't think she'd see that.

And everything she thought she knew about what was right and what was wrong, who was the bad guy in this story . . . none of it's clear anymore. All she knows is that here, with tears running down his cheeks, Fakir's definitely not lying about how much he wants to protect Mytho.

He wants to protect Mytho more than anything. Maybe even more than Duck does . . .

Before she can think what she's doing, she swims out into the pond, towards Fakir - letting him see that she's there.

Date: 2009-10-24 05:11 am (UTC)
reallyaduck: (duck :O)
From: [personal profile] reallyaduck
I'm sorry, Duck tries to say - but of course it just comes out "Quack," as she waddles up onto the land to stand in front of him.

Date: 2009-10-24 05:37 am (UTC)
reallyaduck: (duck petted)
From: [personal profile] reallyaduck
- is she crying? She hadn't even noticed.

Her eyes fly wider than ever, as Fakir picks her up - but she stays motionless as his hands settle around her wings and back, and, after a second, she lets her head settle against his shoulder and closes her eyes.

(Duck hugs a lot of people . . . but it feels kind of good to be hugged by somebody, this time. It's like he's trying to comfort her as much as she's trying to comfort him . . .

And that's definitely, definitely not the Fakir she thought she knew.

She's been wrong about a lot.)

Date: 2009-10-24 05:52 am (UTC)
reallyaduck: (running in the dark)
From: [personal profile] reallyaduck
Duck stares after him for a long, long moment.

After all that - he just gave it to her. Just like that.

- but she doesn't have time to stand around thinking about it now, she remembers, with a start. There's a heartshard at Mr. Karon's house! Maybe that's what made Karon hit Fakir, like the heartshard made Duo hit Trowa, and she's got to go get it back before something worse happens!

As soon as Fakir's out of sight, she's girl-shaped again, and running off towards the blacksmith's shop.
Edited Date: 2009-10-24 05:53 am (UTC)

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