Post by Vyn on Mar 21, 2008 12:27:40 GMT -5
Author: Vyn
Characters: Ophelia, brief appearances of Malachior, Hatter, and Marchie
Takes Place: In the Court of Spades just after Ophelia's mom passes. She is 7.
Briefly, in Corvistowne. Hatter is 17 and Marchie is 15.
Word Count: 447
Note: First half of a two part fic between Ophelia and Malachior. Malachior's half is (Falling Apart)
(Running Away)
"It was YOU! You poison everything around you! MOMMA'S DEAD AND ITS ALL YOUR FAULT!" Ophelia was only seven, but she was screaming with passionate fury Malachior had never seen before. He stood before her in his human form, strong and silent and utterly cold, watching her without response or emotion. If it was possible to hate him any more, than she would have hated him for the cold indifference he treated her with. No remorse or regret, not even heartbreak.
Her mother was dead! His wife! Why didn't he cry!?! Why didn't he break down or tell her it was okay?! Why didn't he do anything but stare and narrow his eyes just so, disapproving. Always disapproving. She was weak to him and to his precious courtly airs and she hated him for that and for everything else that made him who he was.
She couldn't take it anymore. Rage alone left her shaking like an earthquake and despair covered her face in a veil of tears. "I can't stand you! Or this place, this awful place! It turns people into monsters, it turned YOU into a monster and now MOM IS DEAD FOR IT!" She stared at him, waited for his apology. Waited for something. It never came. He gritted his teeth, narrowed his eyes a little, and let her scream.
Ophelia shook her head, not even she could tell if it was pity or horror that made the action but she didn't stick around to find out. Her mind was made up. She needed to get away, from him. He was sick, he was horrible. She couldn't stand another minute of his company!
So she ran.
Not only to her room, but from the palace. She left no note, just gathered her things and went. Malachior would know. When the time came he would know and understand and probably be all the happier that all the kinks in his life were finally gone and that he was free of their weakness. She ran until she crashed headlong into another card, a grinning man in a large top hat and overly loud colors with a big black and yellow Jack rabbit at his side.
Together they blinked at the child and slowly the Card held out his hand.
"Hello, little one. What are ya doing out here by yourself and in such a state no less? Come on inside with me an' Marchie here, we'll talk and have some nice tea, yea?"
Ophelia couldn't believe her eyes, but she was young and emotionally distraught and so she took his offer of tea and talking without questioning why he was walking around with a rabbit. She could ask about that once they were inside.
Characters: Ophelia, brief appearances of Malachior, Hatter, and Marchie
Takes Place: In the Court of Spades just after Ophelia's mom passes. She is 7.
Briefly, in Corvistowne. Hatter is 17 and Marchie is 15.
Word Count: 447
Note: First half of a two part fic between Ophelia and Malachior. Malachior's half is (Falling Apart)
(Running Away)
"It was YOU! You poison everything around you! MOMMA'S DEAD AND ITS ALL YOUR FAULT!" Ophelia was only seven, but she was screaming with passionate fury Malachior had never seen before. He stood before her in his human form, strong and silent and utterly cold, watching her without response or emotion. If it was possible to hate him any more, than she would have hated him for the cold indifference he treated her with. No remorse or regret, not even heartbreak.
Her mother was dead! His wife! Why didn't he cry!?! Why didn't he break down or tell her it was okay?! Why didn't he do anything but stare and narrow his eyes just so, disapproving. Always disapproving. She was weak to him and to his precious courtly airs and she hated him for that and for everything else that made him who he was.
She couldn't take it anymore. Rage alone left her shaking like an earthquake and despair covered her face in a veil of tears. "I can't stand you! Or this place, this awful place! It turns people into monsters, it turned YOU into a monster and now MOM IS DEAD FOR IT!" She stared at him, waited for his apology. Waited for something. It never came. He gritted his teeth, narrowed his eyes a little, and let her scream.
Ophelia shook her head, not even she could tell if it was pity or horror that made the action but she didn't stick around to find out. Her mind was made up. She needed to get away, from him. He was sick, he was horrible. She couldn't stand another minute of his company!
So she ran.
Not only to her room, but from the palace. She left no note, just gathered her things and went. Malachior would know. When the time came he would know and understand and probably be all the happier that all the kinks in his life were finally gone and that he was free of their weakness. She ran until she crashed headlong into another card, a grinning man in a large top hat and overly loud colors with a big black and yellow Jack rabbit at his side.
Together they blinked at the child and slowly the Card held out his hand.
"Hello, little one. What are ya doing out here by yourself and in such a state no less? Come on inside with me an' Marchie here, we'll talk and have some nice tea, yea?"
Ophelia couldn't believe her eyes, but she was young and emotionally distraught and so she took his offer of tea and talking without questioning why he was walking around with a rabbit. She could ask about that once they were inside.
