Post by WickedElphie on Jul 29, 2005 20:16:28 GMT -5
Sorry it took so long, but the past couple of weeks I’ve been visiting with relatives. Here ya go Powerdroid-I hope it pleases.
Prologue:
*A collector's piece indeed . . .
Every detail exactly as she said . . .
She often spoke of you, my friend . . .
Your velvet lining, and your figurine of lead...
Will you still play,
when all the rest of us are dead?*- “Prologue”-The Phantom of the Opera. (1)
“And then what happened?” Eric gazed at Ariel, as the sat together on the beach, entranced, enraptured, and completely in love. In other words, hopelessly smitten.
“Well, Daddy wasn’t exactly happy about it...” Ariel trailed off biting her bottom lip and playing with her hair absentmindedly as she tried to find the right words to finish the story.
Of course she was very very grateful that she had words to find again. It had only been a month or so since her ill-fated bargain with the now-deceased sea witch and she still remembered what it was like to be without her voice. Remembered what it was like not to be able to talk, or sing, or laugh, or scream, or cry. It had been like losing part of herself, and Ariel hated remembering the helplessness of it. Unconsciously, she shuddered and barely noticeably touched her throat.
Eric noticed. He knew the former mermaid had not fully gotten over her pain at Ursula’s hand, and truthfully neither had he. Eric had always considered himself a strong person, but with one siren song from the witch’s stolen voice he had become an obedient doll in the hands of a master puppeteer. The worst part was that his memories of his time under the spell were hazy and indistinct. He couldn’t verify for sure what he had said or done under its influence. But right now Ariel needed him. (2)
“Are you alright, sweetheart?” the prince asked gently, though he still startled his future bride.
“Sorry, Eric.” she apologized with a blush, “I was just thinking. It‘s nothing.”
He smiled reassuringly, “That’s ok. Now, you were just telling me what your father did after Spot crashed the party.”
Ariel furrowed her brow, “Crashed?”
“Came uninvited. In this case I was also trying to be funny, since Spot sort of literally ‘crashed the party’.” Off her blank look he added, “I said *tried* to be funny.”
Ariel laughed at that and the sound was music to his ears. Eric couldn’t help himself from chuckling too. He put his arm around Ariel and tenderly kissed her forehead as she leaned to place her head on his shoulder. Every day he was falling a little bit more in love with her.
"Oh man, not dat again," Sebastian muttered as he scurried out from behind the small rock near the two lovers and headed into the ocean, swimming as fast as his claws could carry him to the palace of the Sea King to give his report.
He loved that girl, and Eric was all right as far as humans went, but the pair of them didn’t go two minutes without making da eyes, or saying sweet nothings, or some kind of mushy stuff. It was almost more than a confirmed bachelor-crab could take. Not to mention that crazy chef was always lurking around.
Thank Poseidon he was only ordered to “watch over” Ariel until the wedding. Then Eric was on his own. The small crab couldn’t deny a certain malicious glee in imagining the prince trying to keep up with Ariel’s thirst for adventure. The image never failed to bring a smile to his face.
Again, Sebastian liked Eric well enough, but after the grief he’d been put through trying to get the boy to pucker up-well, a little anxiety and heart pounding terror mixed with the idea of trying to explain what happened to King Triton with just a dash of incredulity at how Ariel got herself into these situations wouldn’t kill the kid. Probably. Of course in truth, he wished them both bliss. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t tease Eric or enjoy the imagery. (3)
But what the small crab didn't know was that there had been someone else watching Ariel and Eric, someone whose intentions were not entirely innocent...
On a small Island, in an old castle, a figure lurked in the darkness of the tower room, watching the pair in an image that appeared in the smoke over the bubbling cauldron. With the dim light of the dying fire, one could tell that the figure was male, tall, and wore his dark hair in a ponytail. His face was hidden in shadow. In a corner of the room, a small velvet-lined lead figure sat on the table, though its form was equally imperceptible.
"The time is fast approaching. Unless we strike before the next full moon, she will be lost to us forever." He moved his hand as if to touch the image of the princess, but pulled back, before waving his hand in front of the likeness of the couple, distorting it into violet smoke.
"It will begin tomorrow."
There was an answering chorus from the smoke, "So it shall be. The plan has been set in motion, and none can now stop it. Not even the Sea King."
Though the room was still dark, it was easy to imagine the figure smirking, "And soon the prophecy will be fulfilled, and I shall have everything I want."
The smoke formed together, seemingly of its own accord and once more showed Ariel, but only Ariel.
"Everything."
And once more he moved to touch her face.
1) Every chapter will be a song title, and there will be connections, even if they're not immediately apparent.
2)Angst-ho! I figure the whole Ursula thing left some scars, so I get to ruin the moment-booyah! Yes I'm evil. It’s a gift.
3) I figure the crab’s gotta be a tad put out after weeks of watching "I luuuurve you"s and smoochies. So if Sebastian's a tad OOC he’s got his reasons.
Not the most exciting chapter in the world, but it's only the prologue, so cut me some slack. I have started working on both the parody and the crossover stories, but I’m going to be out of town next week, so I’ll probably begin posting those in Mid-August.
Prologue:
*A collector's piece indeed . . .
Every detail exactly as she said . . .
She often spoke of you, my friend . . .
Your velvet lining, and your figurine of lead...
Will you still play,
when all the rest of us are dead?*- “Prologue”-The Phantom of the Opera. (1)
“And then what happened?” Eric gazed at Ariel, as the sat together on the beach, entranced, enraptured, and completely in love. In other words, hopelessly smitten.
“Well, Daddy wasn’t exactly happy about it...” Ariel trailed off biting her bottom lip and playing with her hair absentmindedly as she tried to find the right words to finish the story.
Of course she was very very grateful that she had words to find again. It had only been a month or so since her ill-fated bargain with the now-deceased sea witch and she still remembered what it was like to be without her voice. Remembered what it was like not to be able to talk, or sing, or laugh, or scream, or cry. It had been like losing part of herself, and Ariel hated remembering the helplessness of it. Unconsciously, she shuddered and barely noticeably touched her throat.
Eric noticed. He knew the former mermaid had not fully gotten over her pain at Ursula’s hand, and truthfully neither had he. Eric had always considered himself a strong person, but with one siren song from the witch’s stolen voice he had become an obedient doll in the hands of a master puppeteer. The worst part was that his memories of his time under the spell were hazy and indistinct. He couldn’t verify for sure what he had said or done under its influence. But right now Ariel needed him. (2)
“Are you alright, sweetheart?” the prince asked gently, though he still startled his future bride.
“Sorry, Eric.” she apologized with a blush, “I was just thinking. It‘s nothing.”
He smiled reassuringly, “That’s ok. Now, you were just telling me what your father did after Spot crashed the party.”
Ariel furrowed her brow, “Crashed?”
“Came uninvited. In this case I was also trying to be funny, since Spot sort of literally ‘crashed the party’.” Off her blank look he added, “I said *tried* to be funny.”
Ariel laughed at that and the sound was music to his ears. Eric couldn’t help himself from chuckling too. He put his arm around Ariel and tenderly kissed her forehead as she leaned to place her head on his shoulder. Every day he was falling a little bit more in love with her.
"Oh man, not dat again," Sebastian muttered as he scurried out from behind the small rock near the two lovers and headed into the ocean, swimming as fast as his claws could carry him to the palace of the Sea King to give his report.
He loved that girl, and Eric was all right as far as humans went, but the pair of them didn’t go two minutes without making da eyes, or saying sweet nothings, or some kind of mushy stuff. It was almost more than a confirmed bachelor-crab could take. Not to mention that crazy chef was always lurking around.
Thank Poseidon he was only ordered to “watch over” Ariel until the wedding. Then Eric was on his own. The small crab couldn’t deny a certain malicious glee in imagining the prince trying to keep up with Ariel’s thirst for adventure. The image never failed to bring a smile to his face.
Again, Sebastian liked Eric well enough, but after the grief he’d been put through trying to get the boy to pucker up-well, a little anxiety and heart pounding terror mixed with the idea of trying to explain what happened to King Triton with just a dash of incredulity at how Ariel got herself into these situations wouldn’t kill the kid. Probably. Of course in truth, he wished them both bliss. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t tease Eric or enjoy the imagery. (3)
But what the small crab didn't know was that there had been someone else watching Ariel and Eric, someone whose intentions were not entirely innocent...
On a small Island, in an old castle, a figure lurked in the darkness of the tower room, watching the pair in an image that appeared in the smoke over the bubbling cauldron. With the dim light of the dying fire, one could tell that the figure was male, tall, and wore his dark hair in a ponytail. His face was hidden in shadow. In a corner of the room, a small velvet-lined lead figure sat on the table, though its form was equally imperceptible.
"The time is fast approaching. Unless we strike before the next full moon, she will be lost to us forever." He moved his hand as if to touch the image of the princess, but pulled back, before waving his hand in front of the likeness of the couple, distorting it into violet smoke.
"It will begin tomorrow."
There was an answering chorus from the smoke, "So it shall be. The plan has been set in motion, and none can now stop it. Not even the Sea King."
Though the room was still dark, it was easy to imagine the figure smirking, "And soon the prophecy will be fulfilled, and I shall have everything I want."
The smoke formed together, seemingly of its own accord and once more showed Ariel, but only Ariel.
"Everything."
And once more he moved to touch her face.
1) Every chapter will be a song title, and there will be connections, even if they're not immediately apparent.
2)Angst-ho! I figure the whole Ursula thing left some scars, so I get to ruin the moment-booyah! Yes I'm evil. It’s a gift.
3) I figure the crab’s gotta be a tad put out after weeks of watching "I luuuurve you"s and smoochies. So if Sebastian's a tad OOC he’s got his reasons.
Not the most exciting chapter in the world, but it's only the prologue, so cut me some slack. I have started working on both the parody and the crossover stories, but I’m going to be out of town next week, so I’ll probably begin posting those in Mid-August.