Edward (notsobright) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-04-13 12:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | christy jenkins, edward of andalasia |
WHO: Edward and OPEN
WHAT: Arrival!
WHERE: ...a street!
WHEN: Evening-ish. Not that one can tell, right now.
RATING: TBD.
STATUS: In Progress
It was supposed to be the perfect day, the day of his wedding to Giselle. They'd known each other for so long, several hours by now, so a wedding was clearly the next step!
But something had happened, something... bad. Bad things weren't supposed to happen in Andalasia, not to people like Giselle! But she'd fallen, he'd heard her cry, and there really had only been one thing to do. What sort of man, what sort of prince would he be if he didn't follow her?
Buckling his swordbelt around his waist, Edward gave a florid bow to the castle and a vow to return, and leapt into the well.
It was a very long fall. He started getting worried about five minutes in, concerned about Giselle and the state of her dress after a fall so long. She was a delicate creature, after all, fair and lovely, and surely such a high fall would damage something? Perhaps a shoe?
Nevertheless, he would prevail. He would save his beloved from whatever fate she had fallen into, and find some humble, hard-working cobbler to repair her shoe, or a group of seamstressing mice to mend her dress. And he would carry her until her shoe was fit for wear again!
When he popped out of the street, sending the manhole cover flying, he immediately went on guard -- so many dragons! Fierce, brightly-coloured things with glaring eyes and -- people inside them! The fiends had eaten peasants!
Unsheathing his sword, Edward posed manfully, shouting, "release your prisoners, foul beast, before I slay you!"