Skye Thompson
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Was mich nicht umbringt macht mich st?rker. ~Nietzsche
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Post by Skye Thompson on Nov 8, 2009 10:06:53 GMT -6
For a moment, Skye stared at Persephone, before she dissolved into laughter at the thought of her friend running around in a pair of fairy wings. After a moment she regained control of herself, gasping for breath, and returned to watching to film in time to hear Persephone's comment. Yes. Happy endings were wonderful. For the first time, Skye began to think about her own ending. She had never really though about how her story ended, only what happened next. But then, she already knew how her story would end. She would die, just like everyone else. How could that be a happy ending? There was nothing happy about death.
Well then, she thought grimly, I'll just have to get in all the happiness I can while I'm still alive. She watched with a feeling of great empathy as Cinderella raced through the palace gardens, only to find a pumpkin sitting where her carriage had once been. "Poor Cinderella. If the prince finds out who she really is, he might not love her anymore!" Once again, that feeling had begun to creep up on Skye. The feeling that at any moment, her carriage might turn back into a pumpkin, at any moment the prince might realize who she really was and send her hurtling back to the one place she never wanted to see again.
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Post by Persephone Ruspoli on Nov 8, 2009 15:43:16 GMT -6
"Just watch." She told Skye, already knowing how the story ended. There was always a happy ending for Cinderella. Real life was more complicated than that, but in fairy tales (or at least the fairy tales told to children) there were happy endings for the girl and her loved one. That was a nice thing for Skye to think about.
Out went the call as the Prince searched for the fair maiden at the ball, using that glass slipper. And the sisters tried as hard as they could, but they couldn't wedge their feet inside. Persephone thought back to older versions, where the shoe was made of fur, and the sisters cut their toes and heel to fit their feet into the shoes. And the little bird sang out 'turn and peek, turn and peek', revealing what they had done to be princesses.
There was no mutilation in this version of the story. And the ending would be tame as well, no birds pecking out the eyes of the sisters as they walked into the chapel. They would just cry futility as they lost their servant and the Prince in one fell swoop.
Cindy's foot slid into the glass slipper, and she and the Prince embraced despite her dirty clothes. "The prince knows. And he still loves her."
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Skye Thompson
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Was mich nicht umbringt macht mich st?rker. ~Nietzsche
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Post by Skye Thompson on Nov 8, 2009 21:07:13 GMT -6
"Yes." Skye's smile lit up her face. "You're right! He doesn't care, he loves her anyway!" And just like Cinderella, there were people who cared about Skye for who she was, not where she was from. She let herself fall back onto the bed, arms outstretched, laughing softly. She closed her eyes and sighed deeply, allowing herself to be drown in happiness. She was in the Top. She had a friend, and she was laying on the most comfortable bed she'd ever slept in. She'd just watched a movie with sound for the first time. This was perfect. It was a fairy tale, a dream come true.
Skye sat up and gazed thoughtfully at Persephone a moment. "It's funny... It's almost like someone wrote this story for me. It's so similar to everything that's happened in my life..." She paused a moment, her smile fading slightly. "I only hope nothing turns back into a pumpkin..." That was the only problem here. The only thing that spoiled her unending joy. It was all to good to be true. Well, and then there was that Digeo guy. Maybe he was the pumpkin. No, not the pumpkin. Digeo was the stroke of midnight, the one thing that could turn her new and perfect world completely upside down.
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Post by Persephone Ruspoli on Nov 8, 2009 23:03:30 GMT -6
"No pumpkins for you." She assured Skye. "You've had enough drama in your life, you don't need another twist. Titus will take care of you." And if not, then Persephone would. Skye would be safe. Digeo was dangerous, but he wasn't stupid. And if anything happened to either of them, Titus would kill Digeo. Or, at least, he would do his best.
That wouldn't make being dead any better, but at least it was a safety net. She didn't plan on telling Skye that. It was enough that she knew Titus was an assassin. Anything else would worry her needlessly.
The credits rolled and Persephone stretched out. She wasn't sure what time it was, early afternoon more than likely. Skye's hair had mostly dried, and Persephone took the opportunity to check and make sure the hair had fallen the way she wanted it to. It had. In fact, Persephone felt quite proud of her handywork. All Skye needed were the right clothes, and nobody would look at her twice.
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