jean grey (phoenix). (ex_rises922) wrote in mutanthaven, @ 2009-10-29 01:12:00 |
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PRINCESS JEAN: The spell was broken. Princess Jean reciprocated his kiss gently as the warmth coursed through her and returned the color to her cheeks. Her eyes opened slowly, taking a moment to focus on the handsome prince that had broken the enchantment, blissfully unaware of the effects her waking, along with that of her step-sister's, caused across the land. Her movements were careful, lifting her hand to touch his face as she smiled at him softly, looking over his features. Was this the face she dreamed of? The love she had been waiting for? "You found me."
PRINCE SCOTT: Prince Scott had imagined this moment before. Had thought about it, had run through it in his head a thousand times, had placed Jean into any number of perilous situations that he'd then broken her out of. He'd actually lived some of those out, with other princesses. Fought dragons, killed witches, scaled towers -- and never found her. He'd never thought that finding and saving his Princess could culminate in something so simple. Waking her up, with true love's kiss. No amount of planning, of foresight, of practice, could have prepared him for this. How it felt, how she felt, the way his heart raced harder now than it had as he'd fought his way in. Jean. He could scarcely believe he'd really found her. His hand had touched her face as they'd kissed and it was there still, mirroring hers on his own cheek. His thumb brushed over the slender curve of her cheekbone, his eyes sincere, intense, joyous. "I'll always find you. If it takes me a hundred years." His voice was soft, the corners of his lips faintly smiling.
PRINCESS JEAN: She was still disoriented from the end of the enchantment's hold over her, but she could swear she recognized his face from somewhere. Her green eyes ran over his features, immediately drawn to brightness of his eyes. Her mind raced over how, if she had indeed known him previously, he must have aged since she saw him last, how he grew more handsome and mature -- and then it occurred to her. The person she least expected. This was the young prince from the forest, from before she fell into a deep sleep for five years. All those years had gone by, and it was him who had the love to wake her from her slumber. She didn't know what to say about that as her eyes met his. Her heart swelled at his words. "I hope it would never take so long," her voice matched his in tenderness as she cupped his face in her hands, before lifting her head for another kiss.
PRINCE SCOTT: He had been a fool all those years ago. In love with her from the start, but unable to truly process that. Acting out in typical little boy fashion by teasing her and chasing her and bothering her to no end. It hadn't truly struck him -- just what she meant to him -- until she was suddenly gone, and had taken what felt like all of his insides with her. He kissed her again, that strong surging of relief still not dying down at all, still unable to believe that this was actually real, and he had actually found her. Too soon though, it ended again. An incredibly sharp, jarring pain pierced right through his mind, like someone had just stabbed a sword deep into the back of his head. And was twisting it. He jerked back hard, the heels of his hands going to his eyes as he gripped his head, like he was trying to literally hold it together, a brief shout of pain escaping him.
PRINCESS JEAN: All had been going according to the prophecy, that she would wake when a handsome prince gave her true love's kiss. She just maybe wanted a little more of that before they had to face the rest of the world, before Jean had to confront the reason she was here. However, that quickly changed when Scott recoiled. A startled look crossed Princess Jean's face, followed quickly by deep concern. She hadn't done that, right? He hadn't somehow been affected by the curse? By ending enchantment, he didn't incur one of his own? Jean pushed herself to rest on her elbows, worried for her Prince. She didn't know what to do. "What is the matter?" She covered her mouth with her hand when he sounded pained. "What can I do?"
PRINCE SCOTT: He could barely hear her through the increasingly-distracting pain behind his eyes. He didn't know what was wrong, he couldn't give her an answer. He had killed the witch, she couldn't be doing this -- could she? Disabling him to try and get to Jean again. "My eyes -- " He had to push through this. If the witch was still around, he needed to be able to protect Jean. His hands came away from his eyes and they opened...looking decidedly different than they had before. A red, flowing haze seemed to cover them now, extending out past his eyes like an almost-tangible, blood-red cloud. "Jean --" He could feel it happening just before it did, and it likely saved her life. He turned his head from her at the right moment, and a second later that ruby red force increased a thousandfold, shooting out from his eyes like a beam, slamming into the upper wall of the castle and obliterating it, another shout coming from him as he moved back from the bed instantly. As the energy went into the sky, for a few moments the entire night seemed to be covered in an inky red glow. And then it ended as quickly as it had begun, as he shut his eyes quickly, stopping that force from leaving again.
PRINCESS JEAN: No. No. No no no. This wasn't supposed to be happening. Jean cried out as she cowered at the sudden commotion, the castle walls being blasted away. Her eyes were wide as saucers as the night sky was suddenly revealed to them, the wall crumbling in the wake of whatever was happening to her Prince. After it was over, she crawled off the bed, moving toward him carefully. She might not be able to fully comprehend what was happening to him, but she wasn't prepared to shy away from him -- he had saved her, had broken the curse and now there was a new one. That had to be it. A new curse. They just had to figure out how to overcome this new obstacle. And therefore, she wasn't going to abandon him.
She moved next to him, tentatively reaching out to touch his hair in comfort. "My prince, what has happened to you?" She asked quietly, mostly to herself as her mind raced for solutions. What she could do was here and now -- she couldn't worry about what was outside these walls and what they would have to endure to free him of whatever ailed him. She glanced around the room, trying to find something she could use to help him, something to cover his eyes and help him keep them closed. The material on the bed that kept her for so long was too thick for her to tear on her own accord, so were the curtains and tapestries. There was nothing of actual use in this room, as she hadn't been moved there until after she fell asleep. Not any fine or dainty, which would be of perfect use as a blindfold. Then she remembered -- the layer under the skirt of her dress was of finer material. She knelt down and gripped the edge of her dress, hiking it up slightly to reveal her petticoat. She didn't have to worry about modesty with his eyes closed. Without a second thought, she tore at the fabric, aiming to tear a piece big enough for a blindfold.
PRINCE SCOTT: He shook his head slightly at the question, the headaches continuing as though the force wanted out. Like there was too much of it, building up behind his eyes and through his brain, trying to explode out of him violently. Apparently by force, if necessary. His head turned toward her at the sound. "What is that?" She had to be his eyes now, as he had none that he could use.
PRINCESS JEAN: She glanced up at him now that a portion of fabric had been torn from underneath her dress. "It is me, do not worry," she assured him. "I was only tearing my dress to make you a blindfold, to help you keep your eyes close." She folded up the material to the width that would be suit his eyes. "May I?" Her voice gentle while she had the blind fold in hand.
PRINCE SCOTT: He hesitated. He felt like he was on high alert, adrenaline still surging, his mind thinking that there had to be something here that he was supposed to fight or stop, to end this. Trusting someone to do something to him when he couldn't see was difficult, to say the least. But if there was anyone that he'd trust...it was her. He nodded, waiting to feel the material against his face. A hand went up then, touching hers lightly, just feeling it as she worked.
PRINCESS JEAN: She had positioned herself in front of him. She worked carefully, tying the material behind his head so that it was snug but not too tight nor loose. Once she was done, she touched his face gently as she mourned the sight of her prince. That was when the images rushed into her mind, déjà vu sweeping over her. Different doors and halls made a once-abandoned tower so very different from this modest castle in that it was full of life -- and memories. Images pierced her mind and begin to tell her the truth of things. She couldn't quite divine their meaning just yet, but she was left with the impression of their significance after they departed. She was left with a dull headache and a blind prince. Jean stood, her legs trembling slightly as she then took Scott's hand. "We need to leave this place, we need to find somewhere safe." Her visions shook her and she was filled with the urgency to get out.
PRINCE SCOTT: No such memories or recollections were coming to him. Maybe the pain of the headaches was blocking them out. And without any way to see what was happening in the room, to see what was passing over Jean's face, he was left clueless to the fact that she was undergoing some kind of transformation herself. His hand gripped hers tightly, squeezing it when she spoke. He stood with a fluid grace despite his newfound blindness. "My horse is just outside." At the door to the castle. If they could get to him, then they would be crossing the kingdom at a speed nearly unrivaled by others. "Jean --" He pulled on her hand slightly, on impulse. If something was coming, if they might face some fight once they left this room.. Not needing his eyes, he kissed her again; briefly, gently, but passionately. Loving. "I love you." Now it was time to go and kill whatever it was that had done this to them.
PRINCESS JEAN: Oh how Princess Jean wished they did not need to hasten from this place. If only they could stay here a little while longer, shielded from the rest of the kingdom where they could kiss and regain time lost, become friends and lovers as the kiss that he had given her had promised by waking her. How she wished she could look into his eyes as he told her those words, managing to muster a melancholy smile as her fingertips brushed his jaw. Something kept her from reciprocating his love even if she felt it welled inside her chest, inside her heart. The uneasy feeling settling in her stomach from those images of a strange world and that maybe, she knew her prince from somewhere else. Where or when that other place was must hold the secrets to defeating this new obstacle and with her hand firmly holding onto his, she led them down the less perilous stairs and the less dark castle.