Jan. 29th, 2010 09:51 pm
fairytaleknight: ((Ahiru) into the woods)
[personal profile] fairytaleknight
Scene, a lake in an underground cavern, separated from the gap by a narrow shore. In the center of the lake, there is something like a white branch, or a great ivory tusk, or the silhouette of a swan's neck. On it stands Princess Kraehe, in black tulle and satin.

Beside the branch, or tusk, or neck, lies a sort of bier or bed, white marble covered over with red roses, and on top of the roses lies Mytho, his eyes closed, as still as death.

On the near shore of the lake, Princess Tutu stands, all in pink and white, and the Knight of the story, dressed in black, a half-step behind her.

You might think, watching these four, that the stage has been carefully set. If you thought so, you would be right.

Fakir, being a character in the tableau rather than a neutral observer, isn't thinking about it. He stands in second position, hand on his swordhilt, waiting. (If it occurs to him that this is a ballet stance, not a swordsman's stance... well, it doesn't occur to him.)

Date: 2010-02-14 05:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] theladyrue.livejournal.com
Kraehe stands above the prince, facing them.

"When our whispers are full of emotion," Kraehe says, tilting her head down so she can see Tutu better, "whose words will he be pulled to? If the prince chooses you, Tutu, I will return him and this piece," she uncrosses her arms, tilting the heartshard slightly so it catches the light, "to you."

She stops, and looks concerned, voice taking on the caring-mocking tone she has heard so often at Gold Crown Academy. "But...even if I would like to return it, you'd be nothing but a flash of light, would you?"

Date: 2010-03-04 04:41 am (UTC)
reallyaduck: (tutu toe shoes)
From: [personal profile] reallyaduck
Vanish . . .

Princess Tutu doesn't gulp. Duck would gulp. Princess Tutu is facing her destiny, and she does it with grace -

I'm going to vanish, really? That terrifies me . . .

Her eyes lower slightly, the only outward sign of uncertainty.

But -

Date: 2010-03-16 06:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] theladyrue.livejournal.com
Kraehe laughs, quietly.

"If you truly love the prince, there is no reason to be confused...is there?"

Date: 2010-03-16 06:22 am (UTC)
reallyaduck: (tutu dance with me)
From: [personal profile] reallyaduck
Tutu looks up, meets Kraehe's eyes -

Rue's eyes, reminds the part of her that's Duck. Rue's eyes, still. Sort of. Probably. No - definitely. She's Rue in there, Duck's sure of it!

- and remembers the confused girl in Malen's painting room, when the heartshard of devotion was returned. If she can just reach her, then . . .

"But why do we have to fight each other this way? Because we both -"

They both love the prince, don't they? Don't they want the same thing: for him to be happy?
Edited Date: 2010-03-16 06:22 am (UTC)

Date: 2010-03-16 07:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] theladyrue.livejournal.com
"That's your fault," replies Kraehe coolly, crossing her arms, "because you returned the prince's heart to him.

"You set the story back in motion again, The Prince and the Raven. Everyone began to move in accordance with their fates in the story."

She stops, briefly, her voice taking on a story-teller's careful distance as she continues. "The knight shall one day be rent in twain. Princess Tutu shall disappear in a flash of light. And for the prince...the days of painful fighting shall return." Kraehe breathes carefully, anger nearer to the surface: "We continue down the path towards our destiny, for that is the fate decided for us.

"You are the one who set the story in motion! Even though no one wished for that..." Kraehe wins the fight to recapture her serenity, asking "Isn't that right, Fakir?"

Date: 2010-03-17 04:44 am (UTC)
reallyaduck: (tutu feeeeeelings)
From: [personal profile] reallyaduck
Tutu stares at his face, feeling her eyes widen as he speaks.

Fakir . . .

In her heart, alongside the determination and the fear for Mytho, she can feel a small spark of - triumph? Joy? No, not either of those things. Courage, maybe. She remembers Edel's words: two gems that are one.

Whatever it is, the warmth of it counteracts the cold splash of uncertainty Kraehe's words threw over her.

No, she isn't alone.

Date: 2010-03-24 02:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] theladyrue.livejournal.com
"My," Kraehe says, amused, "that certaintly is too bad."

She laughs, quietly, glad almost that she no longer has to wonder if the Knight is working in the Prince's best interests.

"Isn't that right, my prince?" she calls out, smiling as she hears him start to rise from the bier behind her.

"Just when you had returned to being a fool again, too..."

Date: 2010-03-24 04:02 am (UTC)
reallyaduck: (tutu gotcha)
From: [personal profile] reallyaduck
Tutu jerks her focus back to Mytho, and gasps.

He's - awake? Sitting up? Is it possible that he's going to take an active role in this story, after all?

(Answer: no.)

Date: 2010-04-10 06:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] theladyrue.livejournal.com
"When I pulled that piece out of his heart," Kraehe says, as if it was nothing in particular, "all of his feelings went to sleep again."

She smiles, watching them.

Date: 2010-04-10 06:52 am (UTC)
reallyaduck: (tutu yearning)
From: [personal profile] reallyaduck
. . . all his feelings went to . . . sleep?

All of them? After all that, the heartache and pain he went through to learn how to feel again - all gone, just like that?

"That can't be," she murmurs, shell-shocked, and then draws in her breath and shouts: "Mytho!"

She is, after all, Princess Tutu. He has never not responded to her.

Date: 2010-04-10 06:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] theladyrue.livejournal.com
Kraehe's smile grows.

"It's useless, Tutu," she says, holding out the black box with the heartshard. It shifts and pulls downward like sand, a holding place for the blood-red shard inside it. The spiny thing pauses and shivers, retracting on itself so it's far below where Kraehe placed it, closer to the prince.

"The time for talking is over," Kraehe says, raising her voice and chin slightly, taking on the tone of command. "My prince, draw your sword."

Behind her, her prince rise and does so.

Date: 2010-04-10 07:06 am (UTC)
reallyaduck: (tutu epic)
From: [personal profile] reallyaduck
Swords in this story have never boded well.

Tutu runs as far forward as she can, halting, reluctantly, once she gets to the lake.

"What are you doing?"

Date: 2010-04-10 07:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] theladyrue.livejournal.com
"Hey, prince," Kraehe sounds nearly sympathetic. "It seems like Princess Tutu doesn't think that your feeling of love is worth protecting."

There's a growing triumph in her as she looks at Tutu. "So let's destroy it now, smash it so that it will never be whole again!"

Date: 2010-04-10 07:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] prinz-und-rabe.livejournal.com
An obedient doll, the prince raises his sword and starts to bring it down.

Date: 2010-04-10 07:25 am (UTC)
reallyaduck: (tutu pissed off)
From: [personal profile] reallyaduck
Tutu opens her mouth in horror, but no words emerge.

Date: 2010-04-11 03:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] theladyrue.livejournal.com
Kraehe turns to watch him, to see if he will carry through.

(She feels a slight shiver of worry, before telling herself that he will.

That doesn't help.)

Date: 2010-04-11 04:07 am (UTC)
reallyaduck: (tutu pissed off)
From: [personal profile] reallyaduck
In desperation, Tutu finds her voice.


Date: 2010-04-11 04:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] theladyrue.livejournal.com
Kraehe's eyes widen and before she can stop she yells:


Date: 2010-04-11 04:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] prinz-und-rabe.livejournal.com
- and the sword stops, hovering motionless over the shard. Waiting for further orders.

Date: 2010-04-11 08:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] theladyrue.livejournal.com
Kraehe's frozen for a split second, and then she looks up, smooth and polished as ever.

"There is no other path for you to choose; let me see you disappear!"

Date: 2010-04-12 04:45 am (UTC)
reallyaduck: (tutu feeeeeelings)
From: [personal profile] reallyaduck
Mytho . . . this is all I can do now, isn't it?

Tutu knows - this is what was fated, from the very beginning.

Duck doesn't want to disappear. But Duck is a small, frightened bird, hiding at the center of the role that is Tutu - and what worth is a duck, weighed against a prince? Not much.

She'd said she'd give her life to help Mytho, hadn't she?

"I understand," she says, and closes her eyes, briefly. A moment to come to terms - just a moment - and then she looks up again, and there's a smile on her face. "In exchange for that, when I disappear -"

At least, if there's nothing else she can do . . . at least she can do this.

"Don't do any more cruel things to Mytho, okay?"

Kraehe loves Mytho. Tutu does know that, whatever else Kraehe feels. If Tutu's gone, then maybe she won't feel like she has to . . .

Date: 2010-05-05 10:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] theladyrue.livejournal.com
Kraehe's eyes widen, and then she laughs slightly.

"I was wondering what you would say."

Date: 2010-05-06 04:37 am (UTC)
reallyaduck: (tutu feeeeeelings)
From: [personal profile] reallyaduck
If there's one benefit to being a magical ballerina in a frilly tutu, it's this: you get very immune to being laughed at.

"Please, Kraehe," says Tutu, and her smile doesn't waver.

Date: 2010-05-26 02:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] theladyrue.livejournal.com
Kraehe's smile softens, as she tilts her head. "That's fine," she reassures. "I'll love him even more than I have 'til now."

Her tone changes only slightly as she adds: "Enough to make him forget about you."

Date: 2010-05-26 02:37 am (UTC)
reallyaduck: (tutu yearning)
From: [personal profile] reallyaduck
Mytho told her that if she vanished, he would grieve.

But he'll only feel sorrow if he remembers her.

"All right."

Tutu steps forward, and closes her eyes.

She can do this, and she will. For Mytho, she will. She has the resolve to sacrifice herself - she promised this, when she became Princess Tutu.

Goodbye, Mytho.

If she never sees him

(or Pique or Lilie or Rue or Fakir or Armadylan or Anteaterina or Mr. Cat or)

again, that's a small price to pay for having gotten to see him at all, isn't it?

Date: 2010-08-25 05:19 am (UTC)
reallyaduck: (tutu pissed off)
From: [personal profile] reallyaduck
"FAKIR!" Tutu shrieks, and leans forward over the swords of the raven guards. Why can't she move?

(The princess doesn't rescue the knight, silly duck.

The princess doesn't even rescue the prince.

The princess is not an agent; she's a tragedy.)


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