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Me? [She blushes, hand resting over her hearts with downcast eyes and a sheepish smile.] I dare say there are graver offenses than loving me, surely.
Not in any of the worlds, lovely bird. Though I must say, committing such grave offenses, let them take me in chains if it meant I didn't have to stop.
Now why would you say that, have you done something utterly despicable? Come on now, you can tell me, I promise I’ll hold my judgments.
Nothing but love you I'm afraid, though I'm sure to some, that is the greatest offense.
You’re already forgiven [she holds out her arm for him].
Not that I deserve it in the least - but thank you, my darling girl.
"Well what a surprise this is."
Couldn't have you leaving on your own, dove.
Second Chances // Francis & Mal
She wants nothing more than to take him into her, to pull him to her hospital bed and meld their forms and never know the beginning of her and the end of him. It’s a selfish thought, just the way that she is but she can’t help it. They see him as some poor, lost, mad soul who was more a danger to himself and others than not, her uncle had warned her to stay away but she wouldn’t listen, she couldn’t. Where they saw insanity, she found beauty beyond the capability to be described by words that she had been graced by, even now as she lay feeling broken and weathered he still inspires her. Even in the darkest of places. “Take me away.” She whispers, begs him as she buries her face into the crook of his shoulder hunger hangs tugging at him to listen to her as if it will make everything better. “Take me away from this place, from these cages, from him, Magnus please.”
In the darkest corners of him mind he'd never thought he'd ever have to face this. Never in a hundred thousand stolen lifetimes and false worlds did Francis ever imagine he'd had to watch the sole purpose of his existence whither away, a decaying flower of innocence, and all because he couldn't be bothered to remember her in. What did that say of him? Of his character? That a simple spell could destroy the hearts purest form, eradicating every emotion he'd ever poured into her lips, every part of himself he'd stitched into her soul. True love cured all didn't it? All the stories said so, but what when true love couldn't even withstand the first blow. Crumbling under magic he couldn't see coming and nearly diminishing under his hold.
Every tether of consciousness snapped, insanity taking hold of the man who was once a prince, leaving him nothing but a pauper, a peasant begging for scraps of his own mind. He didn't know what was his and what wasn't. A thousand memories and lies clawing for his attention, starved children sucking on the sinew of his bones in need for Francis to believe them. But he couldn't. He couldn't believe a single one. Nothing that was his or wasn't his held any weight to him, nothing but lies all of it -- except for his swan.
Magnus. The name stole the breath from his lungs with the fury of a hurricane, snapping the last remnants of any restraint he might've held. With the simple word, the name - his name - He pulled her closer, impossibly so, the vines of his arms crushing her against him as they wrapped around her, never intending to let her go as his eyes filled with oceans of his past once more. "Darling--" The word was choked, disbelieving and garbled against the gravel of his tongue "I promise. I swear it."
Second Chances // Francis & Mal
[She wanted to see whatever it was that he saw in her, wanted to know what image he saw when his eyes befell her because she clearly could not come to terms with it. Not has his lips planted the smallest of kisses between the crevasses of her knuckles, igniting blazing fires in its trails that warmed her flesh and heart alike. It burned in the most treacherous of ways that pulled more tears from the crests of her lashes than she ever wanted to be free. He couldn’t see her like this, she couldn’t bear it but his words, the tenderness in his voice ceased her from turning away to hide them.] Oh Francis, [She curls her way to him, slowly as her free hand falls to rest on his warm cheek. She doesn’t want to hide from him, not now when she needs him more than she can fully understand as she wants nothing more than for him to stay just as close as he is now.] I am not what I seem, I’m not but I promise,for you, I’ll hum a little tune and never stop. I won’t leave this place, I can’t, not without you.
[Leaning into the hide on his cheek did nothing to stem the tides that continued to flow across the jagged cliffs on his cheeks, the ache in his hollowed chest that nothing save for swallowing her whole could fill. Terror griped at his bones, wondering if this was just another facet of the curse, the curses really, meant to watch her wither away in his grasp with no inkling to her true self, who he was really.] You're not what you seem, dove. You never have been. [She was no dove but a swan, no girl but a woman, his, not her uncles or the marks across her arms that lay claim to her in this existence.] You have to - you have to leave this place, my darling. With out without me - you can't -- you can't stay in this room forever. It's nothing but a cage, and you and I both know how terrible cages can truly be.
Second Chances // Francis & Mal
[There was a terrifying rawness to the way that he whispered against her skin, the tears that welled against fluttering lashes that had that guilt swelling like a high tide inside of her chest. Rising, threatening to swallow her up in every pressing moment she’s awake as horror seems to have stricken him and there is no one to blame but her and yet he apologized to her as if he had wronged her in so many ways. Yet he never had. The mental, barely lucid man she’d been warned to keep her distance from yet never could do as such, rumored to be as mad as a dark and twisted hatter he had never given her a moment of fear. The company they kept with one another was something she could not explain, not to her distrusting uncle, to her friends or dance partners. His mind may have been full of wicked voices, hopelessness and sometimes madness that was written on ever line on his handsome face but her madness, the battle cry that echoed in her mind that was silenced by his mere presence. It pulled at her, lead her astray and away from everything that kept her grounded for all but him, and she had forgotten that and it only had a damaged her further and as she looked, tiredness falling away, it had damaged him too.
Apologies spilled from his sputtering lips it cut with each syllable, added to the guilt boiling in her chest and the horror at what one moment of weakness in her had done. She didn’t care about what happened to her, in fact she never gave much thought to her well being, but him…she always did worry about others more than herself.] Stop that, this wasn’t you, you didn’t do this I did and there is nothing for you to be sorry for. Nothing. This was me, my darling, this was my own fault and I wish I had kept this away from you….kept you safe from this, from me.
[All her words meant nothing, moth eaten promises cross her bare shoulders that he wished he could shake to reawaken the the woman he knew was lying dormant within. Just as he used to wait for the swan to become the girl, he now waited for the girl to become the princess, his princess, his reason for existence before all the curses, the destruction of his synapses which left him fumbling for sanity and her for strength. Even know, even when she was so close her scent filled his senses like springtime after the first rain, she was so distant. He was still under the moon, screaming his promises and his pleas, begging the goddess that watched upon him to tear his thoughts from his head, to purge him of the faulty memories and rancid lives he'd been forced to believe. Looking up at her he presses small kisses across the curves of her knuckles, salty tears dropping against her skin in rivers filled words he wished he could tell her, promises he wish he could make.]
I don't ever want to be safe from you. With every voice inside this fucking head yours is the only one I'll never wish away.
Second Chances // Francis & Mal
[Words as soft as kisses against her heart, pulling her forth from the tiredness that culled her back from once she had awoken. A driving force that willed her tired frame to move, to turn the slightest of fractions just to look upon the kind eyes she had prayed to see again. One reckless, careless, selfish decision, striking her in a state she was to ashamed to show him, the dysfunctional and dangerous part of her she had hoped to keep hidden from everyone, especially him. She wanted to be the peaceful corner he could find, away from demons, away from the darkness they so shared. The worry etched into ever pore on his flesh, seeping from his hand unto hers only pulled at the loathing she felt to have caused such pain.] Oh Francis, I’m sorry. [Voice above a whisper, she wants nothing for than to reach out, to rest her hand upon his cheek in hopes to show him how much she means it. Hand heavy, her touch lands as far as the hand encompassing her own, delicate fingers giving the slightest of pressure as she threatens to unravel.]
[It's the touch that does it, coupled with that name once more. Francis. It held nothing but vile cruelties on his tongue, a prison of a name locking him inside a fallacy not of his own creation. This was a lie, it was all a lie and he'd failed her. Where she'd waited and begged for him to know her, to recognize her for the love and flaming spark to his soul she was, he dismissed her, nothing more than a pretty girl, a beautiful woman he'd held no relation to -- but now. Now he gazed onto her face filled an awful recognition, seeing the man but not the story - not their story. Fracis could feel the demons whispering against the shell of his ear, the monsters that now found shelter inside him. He'd never be able to loose them, not even now with his darling girl at the forefront of his memories. It only gave them ammunition, bombs to throw at his thoughts, making the man question this reality and the last, everything around them. Moisture filed like tidal waves in his eyes, the high tide spilling over his blonde spattering of lashes and onto her cracked porcelain skin. He'd failed her, he'd forgotten her, and this was his penance.] No. No I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, my love. You could never understand how sorry.
Second Chances // Francis & Mal
{Eyelids flutter open, a dull ache that rattled her skulls forced them back closed for a moment longer to stave off the violent light piercing through. Saying she felt as if she’d been hit by a freight train was a delicate way to express how every fiber of her being felt on fire and not in the manner she preferred. There was nothing delicate or thrilling about the sensation coursing through her that kissed her with enticing electricity, the only warmth and comforting fire to be found was radiating from the form next to her, fingers entwined with her own as she managed to open both eyes slowly, and with much protest.} Francis…..
[It'd been days, heart in his throat and bile threatening to pass through is lips at any given moment, the bones in his hands aching in feat not to crush her own, the pale delicate hand in his like a lifeline, the only thing he had to hold while he waited. Never a man for prayer it was a shock when the words flowed, reverent and whispered under his tongue, eyes fluttering shut against her cold skin, lips forming holy words against her wrist. Bring her back. Bring. Her. Back. His princess, the swan of his dreams the little bird who never flew away. There was a reason he was drawn to her, and know that he knew - knew the truth, it murdered it, flayed him whole as he watched her chest barely rise. It was only when the name that wasn't his own passed through her lips did he allow himself to breathe, but even then it was labored and hitched, filled with a fear unlike any other. She didn't remember.] I'm here, darling. I'm here.
I ’ v e B e e n M i s s i n g Y o u
And I could hear the thunder and see the lightning crack All around the world was waking, I never could go back Cause all the walls of dreaming, they were torn wide open And finally it seemed that the spell was broken And all my bones began to shake, my eyes flew open And all my bones began to shake, my eyes flew open
Stone does not burn.
You are not stone.
[Watching as he bowed, light fingers pressed against her lips to hide her ever eager smile at his words leaving her near unable to speak.] If you say as much your grace then I must be inclined to believe you.
[His smile falters just so, straightening up to take the hand not covering her plush lips. Holding it gently in his he refrains from twining their fingers, bowing his head to be able to see directly at her] Please call me, Mangus. I'm no more a Prince to you than I am a whispering bird.
{A faint blush creeps up her cheeks, marring her porcelain complexion as it she tries to keep it hidden from his gaze.} You are far to kind, there must be something more worldly and exciting than simply taking a gander with me.
[Grinning suddenly, he bows at the waist, nearly folding in half while never taking his eyes off hers] Never.
So you say now.
Who burned you so cruelly?
Keep your pity. I have no interest in the like nor do I seek what countless others have so foolishly chased after their entire lives. Only to be ruined by it.
Rather be ruined by love than ruined from lack thereof.
One should never listen to whispers, always gossip and false truths for instance, that I would choose to be elsewhere other than right here. You should know by now how much I enjoy our walks.
Truly nothing I'd rather be doing.
Perhaps. Yet it is you that is sitting out here waiting for someone who didn’t show with only yourself to blame for thinking they would.
I'd wait a hundred years and a hundred more. The true pity is that you would not.
