prince of faerie

Prince Cornelius fc: max irons indie roleplay | 21+ written by grim

[neverletyoufall]

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This is a sideblog, and I follow back from my main @grimmusings. Please direct IMs there, since it's easier for me to keep all my messages on one blog. It's also easier to start interactions with me there, where I regularly post open starters and meme prompts. For a full list of rules, see my main. Honesty hour questions will largely be answered IC and treated as anonymous unless signed by a muse.

Prince Cornelius is a canon character from Thumbelina, and his portrayal is a mix of movie lore and headcanons. All details vary based on verse, and I'm happy to write him into crossovers or AUs.

default verses:

storyverse: Any events that take place in the world of the film, either before, during or after that timeline. Cor is a faerie prince who can also make himself human-sized to hide what he is, although he does not have wings in that form.

fableverse: When the storybook worlds collapse, Cor finds himself in a contemporary town called Fableton, where he's suddenly human-sized, without wings, and with limited magic. Though he initially searched for Thumbelina to fulfill his promise, they did not pursue a romantic connection when he found her already happily settled. (bio)

ever!after: Characters are reincarnated versions of their fairy tale counterparts, and few know who they truly are. The Varland family were some of the first to settle in Fableton and have maintained the Varland Forest Preserve for generations, where Cor is a park ranger and a pilot. (bio)

[threesonsofyorks]

MAX IRONS as King Edward IV The White Queen — Episode three

[storybooklcve]

→ crown of midnight. sender dances with the receiver at a masquerade. (Thumbelina/Cornelius ) @neverletyoufall

it may have been a masquerade — her auburn hair curled into sweet waves, a baby blue mask resembling butterfly wings adoring her small face — but it didn't stop her from recognizing her love as soon as she was in his arms. his golden wings were absolutely unmistakeable, and she giggled as he twirled her in his arms.

" careful, handsome stranger, " the little fairy teased, " i have a husband around here somewhere, i could've sworn . . . "

[neverletyoufall]

Something as simple as a mask could never stop him from recognizing his true love. Thumbelina practically glowed, or perhaps that was Cor's face every time he saw her. He swept her into his arms without a word, a low, familiar chuckle sounding from behind the mask, the same gold as his wings, the dance steps coming easily to him.

"Perhaps he needs to keep a closer eye on you. It's a crime to leave such beauty without a dance partner."

[crimehat]

modern Prince Cornelius

× another world of wondrous things

[neverletyoufall]

👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare

@storybooklcve

He was drowning in cold, icy water clawing its way down his throat while he fought his way to the surface, knowing he wouldn't reach it in time. His fingers and toes were already numbing, and he wasn't even positive which way was up, the water black in every direction, but still he thrashed, trying to free himself. It wasn't the cold that frightened him or even the drowning. He was a nature faerie. Neither could kill him, although it wouldn't be pleasant, but they could keep him from his goal. He was trying to get somewhere, to someone… Thumbelina, she was relying on him… but it was so cold…

He woke gasping and shivering, as though he'd just been doused in that same icy water, Thumbelina's worried face swimming into his vision. For a split second, he thought she was a remnant of his dream, that thing he'd been trying desperately to reach, but then the memories flooded back. Being defrosted by the jitterbugs, reuniting with Thumbelina in the Vale of the Faeries, bringing her back home to her mother. She was safe now, they both were, and it was just a nightmare. "A-apologies, my love. Just a bad dream." He was still shivering, and a delicate lacework of frost had formed around him despite the promise of spring outside.

[godly-desires]

open to: anyone! muse: Aphrodite, goddess of love

The night before had passed in a blur. Another one of Dionysus' parties, and Aphrodite may have slightly overindulged; but who wouldn't have? It would take a stronger soul than hers to resist the temptation of ambrosia, and that was how she found herself waking up in a rather uncomfortable place, on a couch, no less.

"Where am I?" She muttered as she pushed herself up, blinking blearily as she looked around for anything or anyone familiar.

[neverletyoufall]

Cornelius didn't usually party with gods. Even as a prince of the nature faeries, he wasn't quite that high up on the list when it came to power or importance. However, one did not refuse an invitation from a god when it came, which was how he found himself at Dionysus's party.

He'd known better than to drink anything--drink and eat nothing was one of the oldest rules of the fae, and perhaps they had adopted it from the gods and their ambrosia--but when his sister, Ariana, wandered off with a dryad, there was nothing but to wait for her to return. He'd taken a seat in the armchair off to the side so as not to crowd the woman sleeping (or passed out, it was hard to say) on the couch. "You're still at the party, my lady. What's left of it, anyway."

[neverletyoufall]

"Jeez, I don't even wanna know how you got that battle wound there; sit down and let me fix it up, won't you?"

@swanprincessodette

"Ah--" He flinched slightly at the brush of fingers against the wound. "I got into a swordfight with a toad. I suppose I could have changed sizes and stepped on him… but it didn't seem sporting." Cornelius's natural form was around three inches tall, but the fae's magic was capable of making him human-sized, provided he was content to be earthbound. His wings wouldn't carry him at this size, and they faded into a lovely gold tattoo on his back.

"Thank you, Odette. That is kind of you." He sat, shrugging gently out of his jacket so she could attend to the injury. A swordfight didn't explain the nasty burn. He'd neglected to mention that the toad was fighting with a torch, not a sword, but he felt silly enough about it as it was. He'd never gotten along with toads after they kidnapped Thumbelina. It didn't matter that he'd found her and they'd parted friends. They'd still rubbed him the wrong way ever since.

[swanprincessodette]

"A toad?" Odette's steady hand had a moment of distraction when he explained the escapade that brought about his injuries. Due to the small incisions, the magic's price wasn't as rampant. "That wouldn't be fair." She agreed with him dabbing the last bit of cuts with a white cloth. "I don't know many nice toads, but I know a wonderful frog... well he thinks he's a prince in disguise." She giggled. "No need to thank me, Cornelius. However... we need to stop meeting like this." There was a loaded statement in that sentence. "I don't mind helping you, but you know if the wizard Rothbart comes back... who knows what he might do if he sees you here." That worry was painted all over her features. And when the moon leaves the lake, she'll return to her swan form. "It is nice seeing someone else for a change..."

[neverletyoufall]

"Perhaps he is. Have you tested the theory by kissing him?" There was a glimmer of teasing in his eyes. Most of the frogs he'd encountered had been good-natured, even helpful. That story was popular for a reason though. It seemed to be a favorite curse for princes, and Cor was grateful never to have angered any magic users enough to suffer it. He could never manage for long as something without wings.

His expression sobered at the mention of Rothbart. It was unusual to see Cornelius looking so serious, almost grim, but he had no love for the man who'd cursed her. Swans might be perfectly lovely creatures, but it didn't matter if she had no choice in it.

"I'm not frightened of your wizard. If I didn't fear it would trap you in this curse forever, I would run him through with my sword." He wasn't so worried about discovery, his pixie size making it easy for him to get in and out undetected. He had some magic himself, though it wasn't the kind that was helpful with curses. He could have grown her a lovely garden, but that was about all.

[neverletyoufall]

Cornelius had been frantic from the moment he'd discovered Thumbelina was missing. He knew full well that the world wasn't particularly kind to people of their size, and she didn't even have wings to protect her. Not that his were doing him a whole lot of good either when he was frozen inside a block of ice. Most faeries spent the winters hibernating, the conditions too harsh. He was made of magic though. However deeply uncomfortable he might find it to be frozen, it wouldn't kill him--nor would despicable toads, for that matter.

He owed much to the jitterbugs for finding him and freeing him, and he'd arrived in time to see her flee that sham of a wedding and finish with that toad once and for all. After he'd freed himself from the mole's lair, he'd followed her footsteps in the snow, surprised to find she was heading right for the Vale of the Faeries. Flowers were beginning to bloom even as he sped after her, reacting to his presence. Fae ushered in the change of the seasons, and it was almost spring.

He half-believed he wouldn't find her, even when he reached the end of the trail. He'd been so close so many times, only for her to slip through his grasp again. He lit upon a tree branch, staring in wonder. Then he heard her voice, so lovely even in her despair, and gold wings fluttered silently, bringing him down to her. "I hope I'm not as easy to kill as that." His smile was soft, eyes drinking in the sight of her. "Don't cry, my love. Everything will be alright now."

[storybooklcve-archived]

it only took seconds for her to recognize that voice — in an instant, thumbelina whipped around to see him there, floating down to her level, golden wings shimmering behind him as he smiled at her — alive. he was alive! oh, how she couldn’t help the tears that fell even despite his words. the tiny girl lept up from her knees and darted towards him. “ cornelius! you’re alive! “ thumbelina exclaimed, throwing her arms around the faerie prince. she clung to him, afraid that if she let go he would disappear like all the times she had dreamed of him only to wake and find him gone.

“ — but, how? ms. fieldmouse told me they found you, in the snow! “ thumbelina pulled back just slightly to look at her love in eye, bewildered by the fact that he stood here before her. she couldn’t help how she smiled looking upon him — her first real smile in so long. she cared absolutely none about how chilled she really was or the tattered rags of a wedding dress she wore. he was her sun and she was filled with warmth just knowing he was still alive, still hers.

it crossed her mind that maybe, ms. fieldmouse wasn’t exactly honest with her. she had been desperate for thumbelina to marry the mole — for reasons the wingless girl did not understand — and just her prince’s existence was preventing that. ms. fieldmouse was kind to her in some ways and thumbelina was thankful for how she took her in; but maybe all this heartache could have been prevented if she just put her foot down and insisting on searching for cornelius herself instead of letting herself be stuck underground. never again would thumbelina allow someone to keep her from cornelius.

[neverletyoufall]

He'd imagined the moment they were reunited many times, but in none of them was she weeping. His heart broke for her and everything she'd been through. He only knew fragments of what had happened since the toads snatched her away in the night. It must have been horrible for her to be separated from her mother for so long, the only home she'd known. His arms went around her, holding her close. "You're safe now, I promise." He gently wiped her tears, hardly daring to believe she was in his arms again.

"Faerie magic brings in the winter. I can't be killed by cold, only delayed by it. The jitterbugs found me and freed me." A small, slightly rueful smile touched his lips. It was his own recklessness that had gotten him frozen in the lake, and he deeply regretted making her wait longer for him, or worse, mourn his death. Her smile was as lovely as ever, warming him more than any oncoming spring. His joy was creating small green sprouts to peek through the snow all around them.

He had to let her go so he could shrug out of his jacket and wrap it around her shoulders, his hands gently rubbing her arms to bring the warmth back to them. That shredded dress couldn't be offering her much comfort. "Let's get you home to your mother. She must be so worried." Cor had never had the chance to meet her, but he'd witnessed her grief when Thumbelina was gone. They never should have been separated in the first place. He worried it was his presence that had somehow alerted the toads to her. He silently vowed it wouldn't be an issue in the future because he wasn't leaving her side.

[sunsetquotes]

“My soul chose yours. And a soul doesn’t just forget that.”

— Ben Maxfield

[introspectivepoet]

“If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more. But you know what I am. —You hear nothing but truth from me.”

— Jane Austen, Emma

[thelovejournals]

“In my heart I love her all the time.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

[sunhealings]

Once there was the sun. Bright and warm and wonderful. Shining like the love within my heart!

[60sgroove]

You will lift me high above, everything we’re dreaming of will soon be ours, anything that we desire, anything at all, everyday you’ll take me higher.

[wordsfromya]

“She craved a presence beside her, solid. Fingertips light at the nape of her neck and a voice meeting hers in the dark. Someone who would wait with an umbrella to walk her home in the rain, and smile like sunshine when he saw her coming. Who would dance with her on her balcony, keep his promises and know her secrets, and make a tiny world wherever he was, with just her and his arms and his whisper and her trust.”

— Daughter of Smoke and Bone, Laini Taylor

[ghostsandgoblins]

Thumbelina (1994) dir. Don Bluth

[sunhealings]

Wings. I have wings! My very own wings!

[ariadnethedragon]

Thumbelina (1994)

dir. Don Bluth and Gary Goldman