GIGGLES HI PRETTY!! Pardon the lengthy message, being a writer means being specific with details. I wasn’t too sure at first who I wanted to meet the prince and princess, but Alas, better to stick close with the devil yknow or something like that lhlh
If this is not to your liking, it’s no pressure to not reply at all! All this for fun anyway GIGGLES ✨🌹💖🫶
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To keep civility and peace within the theatre’s walls, it’s been agreed upon by most puppets for a curfew to be kept in place.
By the 22nd hour, puppets both royal or not must return to their quarters. It is their choice to sleep, rest, or do anything else to pass the time until then.
The only ones allowed to wander beyond that would be any of the knights, or the puppets with more authority. One of them, of course, is Jestyn.
But not all puppets adhere to this, and two of them would be the prince and princess.
For reasons only known to the both of them alone, maybe to steal a treat from the kitchen, to linger inside the library. The theatre’s halls was theirs to explore, so long as they weren’t caught by the knights.
Though, they weren’t alone.
What stops both the two young royals in their tracks was the sound of footsteps hitting stone floor. You both eye cautiously to the door down the hall, urgency telling you to freeze as you watch as the door knob moves. And easily, it opens.
You can already imagine the scolding you’ll get, the timeout you’ll receive — but before the patrolling knight’s eyes fall upon you, taloned hands grab you both back and tug you behind a wall.
There is an uneasy silence as the door fully opens, and one of Knighter’s recruits stops in his place to inspect the long hallway where you once stood.
The puppet who had pulled you both aside kept you close to him, all three of you not daring to breathe too loud lest you are all found. Looking up to see the stranger who had saved you both from a night of scolding, you find the stranger bearing a devil’s mask. It’s expression in an eternal grin whilst his sharp horns was adorned in gold.
He was not of the royal court, and if your memory served you well, then he was the merchant in the townsquare. The demon, the performer, the devil. How and why he wandered in this part of the theatre is still unknown.
“The prince and princess,” he speaks carefully, even as the mask conceals his face, you faintly see one green pupil piercing you both, his voice a low bass as he speaks quietly to you. “Quite the predicament we’re in, are we not?”
The knight, still down the hall, curses under his breath. All three of you turn your heads sharply at the sound of something clattering to the floor. You wince, wondering if any other puppet would’ve heard that. For a knight, he was sloppy.
“Quite the troublemakers you two are, to sneak out at such a time.” You hear The Devil speak as he turns his head to you both, his words a sing song that reminds you of the trouble ahead if you aren’t careful. “I have an offer.”
You hear the knight’s footsteps down the hall, he was drawing near. “You wish not to be found by the jester, I on the other hand cannot be found here either — in such a conundrum, it is only right to do each other a kindness in moments of trouble.”
In the darkness, his lone pupil glows. “Come help me, and I’ll help you.”
pls forgive her lil mean bossy attitude on ur gorgeous man, she hasn't gotten the healing trauma arc yet (she a ver protective older sis 😓)
(Also weird wording here so lemme know if I messed something up lol)
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With a surprising strenght Prin pushes herself away as well as freeing her younger sibiling from the devil's grasp, making sure to not raise suspicion as she clutches the lil one to her side smushing his cheeck on her dress on the process his eyes on the man, yet she cares not as her eye sharpens towards the tall puppet "Don't touch me OR him" she bites, loud enough for only the three of them to hear.
Recovering quickly from the sudden grab, the young damsel whispers "Huh, you? Ask8bg for OUR help?" Sounding more surprised than what she would've liked, she cannot say she knows the puppet well enough to assume anything about him other than taking the role of the evil in the good, a snake "who will show you glimpses of paradise."
Turning to her brother, who hasnt looked away from devil, trying to figure him out by his eyes alone, yet the bright mask impedes him to do so as he knows even less than her when it comes to this particular puppet.
As if the prince could feel her stare he turns, and although his bangs cover most of his face she can tell he's thinking the exact same thing.
'Can he be trusted? Do we even have other choice?'
The sound of the knight's footsteps snap them of their staring contest and quickly make a decision before having to accept dusting duty as punishment again...
"Alright fine! Seems making a deal with the devil will be our course of action..." she says raising what it seems to be her finger under her sleeve "But ONLY because we dont have other choice. Understand?" Gently grabbing her brother's hand which now is covered by the fabric she gives the oldest puppet a serious look putting her free hand on her hip as she speaks "Don't try any funny business." Even on her knees she straightens herself trying but failing terribly so to appear taller to the masked puppet.
Principito, knowing her sister doesn't enjoy her hands being touched he extends his arm instead the much smaller palm offering a handshake, sealing the deal.
Hope i captured his beauty 😩👌✨️
