Post by WickedElphie on Mar 16, 2007 21:24:14 GMT -5
One thing that always bugged me about the Metal Fish episode of the TV series was that I couldn't see why Hans, modeling the character after someone who saved his life would make her story so tragic.
My personal fanwank is that he saw Ariel in Eric's Kingdom sometime after she found out about the wedding and noted the resemblance between her and his savior, and that she was obviously very sad. Hence this story. I hope you like.
A Story About Love
Hans sighed contentedly. This was truly a beautiful country. A friend had recommended it as the perfect place to spend a brief holiday, and it hadn’t disappointed. Soon he would be returning to Denmark, but he intended to fully enjoy himself before he left.
Idly he headed toward the waterfront. The view of the sea at sunset was supposed to be beyond stunning, and he had yet to see it. Besides he might catch a glimpse of the Prince’s wedding ship, which was supposed to be quite grand as well. It was early still, but he had nothing better to do. He brought along a sketchpad in case he felt the urge to draw, and whistled an old sea-faring tune as he strolled.
As he approached the dock, the music died in his throat. A young woman with hair even redder than his own was perched at the end, legs dangling above the water. She turned at the sound of his footfalls, startled, and he saw that her lovely face was stained with tears. It was also very familiar.
Hans knew it was futile, but tried to stop the water from seeping into the fish-shaped submarine. Penny yowled and climbed on top of his head, forcing him to turn around. Then he saw her-a beautiful mermaid with hair like the flames of a fire, gazing back at him in wonder through the porthole...
‘Impossible! I can’t be her, and yet…’ The writer smiled gently at the distraught girl and bowed, “I’m sorry to have disturbed you. The view here is quite lovely. I-” He stopped speaking as heart broke for her. Her eyes were so filled with pain that she seemed only dimly aware of his existence, but she nodded at him, before returning her gaze to the sea. Hans stuttered a final apology, mentally cursing himself for his thoughtlessness and started to walk back towards town. After a few steps he stopped, intending to ask her the question he had left unspoken, but finally thought better of it and left.
Some time after the strange encounter, Hans sat in his small stateroom on-board ship. Despite himself, his mind constantly returned to that heartbroken young girl, blurring her image with that of the mermaid who had saved his life.
Almost of its own will his hand reached for quill, ink, and a story he had set aside some months ago. As pen scratched paper, he knew that this would not be a happy story, but one of love and sacrifice. As the plot took shape, he sent a prayer that his muse would find a happier ending than the character she inspired.
My personal fanwank is that he saw Ariel in Eric's Kingdom sometime after she found out about the wedding and noted the resemblance between her and his savior, and that she was obviously very sad. Hence this story. I hope you like.
A Story About Love
Hans sighed contentedly. This was truly a beautiful country. A friend had recommended it as the perfect place to spend a brief holiday, and it hadn’t disappointed. Soon he would be returning to Denmark, but he intended to fully enjoy himself before he left.
Idly he headed toward the waterfront. The view of the sea at sunset was supposed to be beyond stunning, and he had yet to see it. Besides he might catch a glimpse of the Prince’s wedding ship, which was supposed to be quite grand as well. It was early still, but he had nothing better to do. He brought along a sketchpad in case he felt the urge to draw, and whistled an old sea-faring tune as he strolled.
As he approached the dock, the music died in his throat. A young woman with hair even redder than his own was perched at the end, legs dangling above the water. She turned at the sound of his footfalls, startled, and he saw that her lovely face was stained with tears. It was also very familiar.
Hans knew it was futile, but tried to stop the water from seeping into the fish-shaped submarine. Penny yowled and climbed on top of his head, forcing him to turn around. Then he saw her-a beautiful mermaid with hair like the flames of a fire, gazing back at him in wonder through the porthole...
‘Impossible! I can’t be her, and yet…’ The writer smiled gently at the distraught girl and bowed, “I’m sorry to have disturbed you. The view here is quite lovely. I-” He stopped speaking as heart broke for her. Her eyes were so filled with pain that she seemed only dimly aware of his existence, but she nodded at him, before returning her gaze to the sea. Hans stuttered a final apology, mentally cursing himself for his thoughtlessness and started to walk back towards town. After a few steps he stopped, intending to ask her the question he had left unspoken, but finally thought better of it and left.
Some time after the strange encounter, Hans sat in his small stateroom on-board ship. Despite himself, his mind constantly returned to that heartbroken young girl, blurring her image with that of the mermaid who had saved his life.
Almost of its own will his hand reached for quill, ink, and a story he had set aside some months ago. As pen scratched paper, he knew that this would not be a happy story, but one of love and sacrifice. As the plot took shape, he sent a prayer that his muse would find a happier ending than the character she inspired.
