When the Goldkrone clock strikes eleven at night, Fakir is alone in the dim light of Drosselmeyer's hanging lamps.
It was a night like this when the Ghost Knight came out of the fog to fight him. It was a night like this when Duck - Princess Tutu - placed herself between Fakir's sword and the Ghost Knight's sword, when she became a wounded duck, pale and bleeding and impossibly small in Fakir's hands. Fakir had lifted her up and carried her to the alley where his door to Milliways used to be. He had banged on the wall with his elbow, but no door had opened. He had taken her home to the smithy and bandaged her himself.
Fakir had hardly breathed until she opened her eyes the next morning.
When did Duck become so precious? How did she -- what did she --
He can see her in his mind, later, once she'd recovered, miming I love you with her hands and body. She'd only been quoting Mytho's mime. That was all right then, wasn't it?
Wait.
But I'm -- I'm not --
I can't be --
Fakir is painfully glad Autor isn't here to see the blush on Fakir's face.
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Date: 2015-01-29 02:48 am (UTC)When the Goldkrone clock strikes eleven at night, Fakir is alone in the dim light of Drosselmeyer's hanging lamps.
It was a night like this when the Ghost Knight came out of the fog to fight him. It was a night like this when Duck - Princess Tutu - placed herself between Fakir's sword and the Ghost Knight's sword, when she became a wounded duck, pale and bleeding and impossibly small in Fakir's hands. Fakir had lifted her up and carried her to the alley where his door to Milliways used to be. He had banged on the wall with his elbow, but no door had opened. He had taken her home to the smithy and bandaged her himself.
Fakir had hardly breathed until she opened her eyes the next morning.
When did Duck become so precious? How did she -- what did she --
He can see her in his mind, later, once she'd recovered, miming I love you with her hands and body. She'd only been quoting Mytho's mime. That was all right then, wasn't it?
Wait.
But I'm -- I'm not --
I can't be --
Fakir is painfully glad Autor isn't here to see the blush on Fakir's face.