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Cimorene, the Dragon's Princess (dragonsprincess) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-03-15 04:23:00

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cathal, cimorene, complete, day three

Who: Cimorene and Cathal
When: Day 3, midday
Where: In the courtyard, outside the library
What: Cimorene punctures her own canon
Rating: PG
Status: Complete

Since her arrival, Cimorene had decided that the easiest way to get herself out of this mess was to learn as much as she possibly could about what she was facing. While she didn't expect the library to have step-by-step instructions on how to get back to the Enchanted Forest, she did sort of assume that one of these days, she was going to stumble upon something helpful. There were many different kinds of people here, and if Cimorene had all the information, it was far more likely that her knowledge and abilities, when combined with those around her, could be the difference between being stuck in this miserable little place, and being happy at home.

So, Cimorene scowered the library. Hardly proper behaviour for a princess, but then again, Cimorene had never been a normal one of those. She read books on every subject and every study, hardly sleeping, hardly eating, sure that in 'the next one' she'd find the answers she was looking for. But in 'the next one', she found something that she had no prepared herself for. A narrative account of her life. Every detail hashed out perfectly, from her life in Linderwall to her battle with the wizards and the saving of the Enchanted Forest. Odd, to be sure, but then again, histories weren't that far out of the realm of reality, right? But there were more books, three more, and by the time that Cimorene was done with the quartet, she was far from calm.

She had a husband. A son. She was a queen. The wizards had come back, and it had been up to her to save her home and her friends, time and again. And she wasn't there anymore to do it. Panic surged in her chest and Cimorene fled the library, tears streaking down her face, blocking her vision. Her own personal...pre-history aside, people were going to die because she couldn't get home. People she loved. And it was all her fault.

Dashing from the library with her arms full of the small books that had so betrayed her, Cimorene was definitely not watching where she was going, and slammed right into someone. Someone solid enough to knock the abnormally fit princess over, her head making a sickening crack on the flagstones of the courtyard when it connected. Groaning, Cimorene rolled to her side, a ball of skirts and rumpled pages, and moaned.

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illusional
2009-03-18 11:16 pm UTC (link)

Cathal only grunted and nodded his head. He wasn't a complete neanderthal but he appeared to be. He didn't want to share too much of himself, be too kind, or get too close to someone. Who knew when his father would show up and ruin things all over again, and hurt everyone he got close to in the process.

A dark brow rose when she appeared to be getting testy. A smirk slid over his lips like honey and he did his best not to laugh. It always amused him when girls got uppity. It was a bit of vindication that she'd given herself a little pain with the rise of her voice, too. The smirk remained in place and his arms folded over his chest.

When she pulled a book out of the stack she held in her arms and showed the cover to him, he took it to examine it more closely. He looked from the illustration back to her and then down again. It was a close likeness, but it could have been anyone, really. He turned the book over in his hands and flipped through it. He read the back and looked down to see a barcode and other numbers. It was all very strange for him, but a single word caught his eye. Fiction. It was right there in black lettering. As she's so vehemently denied it to be fiction, he wasn't going to start an argument. He simply handed it back to her and crossed his arms once more.

When she posed her question, he wasn't rightly sure if it was rhetorical or not. But she'd paused and the stretch of silence continued so he answered. "It makes you helpless and out of control, but it doesn't mean that it's your fault. The person you really ought to be angry with is the guy who brought us here. That Jareth." Cathal refused to call him King, he wasn't his King afterall.

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dragonsprincess
2009-03-19 08:59 am UTC (link)

She could see the disbelief on his face and grumbled slightly on her end. It wasn't fiction, and she'd fight that till the day she died. She was here, living and breathing, wasn't she? Then how could it be a flight of fancy? None of the old stories were fiction, at any rate. At least, as far as Cimorene was concerned. She was related to the supposed "Sleeping Beauty" after all.

Helpless and out of control. Two phrases that Cimorene never appreciated, and it was clear from the look on her face as she glared at the labyrinth off in the distance. "I'm sure that I'll have quite a few words for him when next we meet," she muttered, her jaw tight. "It's just a matter of getting through the labyrinth," she said with a decided nod. "I'm sure one such as yourself will be making the attempt?"

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