#enchantedorigins

[defiantlords]

With Clach tied up to an outside post, Westley rubbed the massive beast down with sudsy water. The Clydesdale was in need for a major cleaning after his rider had rode through a nearby marsh. Stony gray hair was speckled with mud, grass, and who knows what else. Streams of brown fell down as the rough brush passed across skin. Cleaning the horses was practically second nature to him now. There were only a few that still tried to nip at him when he wasn't watching or was being overzealous with the brush. Clach was not one such animal. Patient as any stead could be, Clach held still even as Westley neared his dark mane. Truthfully, he should have been paying more attention to the horse in front of him. However, Westley had learned rather quickly that tying the horses to an outside post gave him easy sight to Castle DunBroch's courtyard where sparring happened frequently.

For most fights, Westley would only offer a passing glance, curious how some of the warriors were keeping up their skills while taking mental notes of his own. The current match in particular had nearly all of his attention. Fire danced as iron rang. Rays of sunlight that broke through the Scottish cloud cover shimmered across Merida's hair creating a dazzling scene that he could not break away from. He had been cautious once, sneaking sights here and there, speaking within private walls, breaking decorum only when it was safe. Time and love had slowly eroded his will to look away. Watching her, speaking to her, growing close to her, Westley yearned for it more day after day. Even as the fight died down in a ruckus of unladylike laughter, Westley did not lose sight of her until she was out of his vision.

Clach, ever gentle, stood waiting for his bath to finish. Westley's arm had slowed, his hand falling still near the muscular neck. Fantasies of what he desired most still played in his mind as daydreams sprang forth before him. In his singular focus, Westley was not aware of the giant man approaching him. Fergus was generally a difficult person to miss, but Westley had grown distracted. He should have at least kept moving, his vision only occasionally obscured, but that had not been the case today. It rarely ever was anymore.

[defiantlords]

Winds whipped across the rain drenched beach as surfs larger than himself crashed inland. It had been his first storm since arriving on the island and Inuyasha was not fond of it one bit. His cradle in the massive koa tree connected all the various streams that had formed from branches further up. What had once been the perfect resting place a few feet above the earthen floor below was now becoming an uncomfortable pool. He could have taken up refuge in the village nearby, but Inuyasha didn't trust any of them. There was only one on the island he secretly held any affection for and she had not been around since before the storms started. Cold and wet, Inuyasha did his best to weather out the storm. If he was to live there in the tree after today, a few leafy palms would have to be acquired so as to have some shelter overhead. With a golden glance out to the torrential waters afar, Inuyasha was at least happy he was on dry land. He had never seen something so destructive and terrifying.

By the time Inuyasha woke up, he was shivering. Morning had brought patchy clouds and calm seas. A few rays of sunshine peeked out and he was instantly ready for their warmth. Scrabbling down and out of the shady branches, Inuyasha wasted little time shrugging off the oversized fire-rat robe. Childlike defiance of his remaining clothes sent fabric aside as he jumped for the closest sunbeam. Rolling in the heat as tiny granules stuck to his skin, Inuyasha could immediately feel warmth coming back to his body. He laid longer than he should have and could already hear her words nagging him to be cautious of the sun. Inuyasha had learned his lesson the hard way days ago when his skin began to shed and he worried he was turning into some creepy snake demon. As her words grew heavier, Inuyasha groaned and rose to his feet. His sodden clothes were spread out where they would dry the fastest as he turned his attention to the water's edge.

Not far away, waves slipped through a set of rocks he knew fish were easily caught. Making his way over as his stomach grumbled from a days worth of hunger, Inuyasha eyed the location appreciatively. A few tasty treats had already trapped themselves and drool formed along the corner of his mouth as he stared down hungrily. Sharp claws darted into the clear pond to grab the slippery creatures until one was held in his mouth and another two in his hands. He had already fashioned some rudimentary skewers to contain his catch so that they could be held over an open flame. Speared into the wood, Inuyasha couldn't resist eating the one already in his mouth. The fin flapped wildly, weakly now that it was no longer submerged in water, but not for long. Deadly fangs ripped at scaly flesh again and again until only bones remained. He contemplated doing so for the other two and would have resisted had not all the wood around still been so sodden. Shrugging, Inuyasha filled his tummy with two more fish.

Time passed slowly now that Inuyasha was again alone. The past week had reminded him what it meant to have another person around even if he scoffed at her presence. By himself once more, loneliness crept around his heart and thoughts of abandonment penetrated an easily vulnerable shell. Inuyasha tried to keep himself busy with flipping his clothes over and washing off some in the ocean, but time simply trickled by. As the sun continued to rise, more dark imaginings breached his young brain. She had grown tired of him. He was just a problem on her beach. What use was a child to her? He wasn't even fully human. The kids in the village looked more different than the ones he had seen in his homeland. Maybe the curiosity had died. She wasn't coming back. She had left him. The tears were already forming when a shape emerged near the shore.

Rising up through shallow tides, he saw her silhouette. With the blazing ball of light behind her, he could barely see anything to identify her, but he knew it was her. Anger and relief mixed within his heart as she continued to emerge. He stood from below his koa tree, hands balled into tiny fists. The moment her foot stepped out from the surf, he charged down the beach. Arm raising, finger pointing, Inuyasha shouted, “Where were you?” She was taller than him, massively so, but still he stared up at her defiantly. She had left him for nearly two whole days and now he wanted answers. “Tell me,” he demanded, his childish voice high and accusatory. Inuyasha was barely five and he had no idea how old Alaula was, but she would answer him.

[defiantlords]

Metal danced through the decrepit stone fort along the high cliff edge. The sound of sword meeting sword sang against the wind. Thin dark flaps pulled away from the black mask as a new rush of wind buffeted Westley’s body. Composed and poised, he struck back against his attacker. His simple, ornate weapon clashed against the gaudy one Prince Edward swung with ferocity. He was a truly worthy foe. With such astounding swordsmanship, Prince Edward kept up the pace of edging Westley back inch by inch. He was truly a warrior of renown instead of some brain-dead ruler lording over sickly townspeople. In truth, Westley hadn’t expected the troll slayer to be so far out along the coast. They didn’t have many trolls sunbathing on the beach after all.

From the sand through tumbling forests, they had fought for well beyond the limits of most modern men. His muscles ached and his mask held tight from the accumulated sweat being absorbed by cloth. Their battle had reached the precipice of some long-forgotten armory with the foundations crumbling into the sea below. A grin had remained on Westley’s lips throughout the engagement as if he were truly enjoying himself. Even as Westley backed up against a solid wall, his enthusiasm never seemed to waver. Again and again, Westley parried strikes from his foe. With nowhere to retreat any further, his fate seemed unlikely to continue beyond the next few minutes.

[defiantlords]

A soft, barely audible wooden creak sifted through his mostly empty room. The lack of extra furniture, trunks filled with trinkets, adornments for color made his new home in the palace seem all the more larger than he was comfortable with. Mako had grown accustomed to living on the streets or stealing away a nook in some farmhouse as he and Bolin grew up. Penceforest hadn’t been easy since losing their parents and seemed to get perpetually harder the longer King Stefan unraveled in his obsession. The downfall of the mad king and rise of Queen Aurora had signaled change, but Mako had always been hesitant to trust any form of nobility. Now, he was working for one, the queen herself!

If the walls were any less thick, he would have heard his younger brother snoring in the room next to his. Instead, ever since moving in, his room always fell eerily quiet to the point Mako would have trouble falling asleep comfortably. As such, that provided the perfect opportunity to hear whenever Aurora decided to sneak out of her own bedchamber. Working as her primary guard, Mako’s room was stationed directly next to hers with a secret access only he, Aurora, and Bolin knew about. It was this specific secret that was now quietly echoing around his room. Mako could have woken up and asked her what she was doing up so late, but decided to divulge his curiosity at what else she might do if she thought him asleep.

[lovehurried]

“Who am I to disagree?“

@enchantedorigins​ gets a spooky lyric one-liner for Jamie Sweet Dreams ( Are Made of This )  ( Eurythmics,  Sweet Dreams ( Are Made of This )  ( 1983 ) )

[inmydrcams]

@enchantedorigins​ asked: “I had this picture in my head” ( from giselle for aurora !! maybe she's talking about the castle, castle grounds, certain room or place theyre in etc )

             There’s an absentmindedness to Aurora, almost distracted as she shows Giselle around. Look at this great fireplace, look at this tapestry, look at all of these empty rooms because no one’s allowed to go down to the servants’ halls where the rooms are filled with people and life. She’s still in rehearsed speech mode when they get to the castle grounds, to what’s supposed to be a garden. Except… It doesn’t look like a garden, the grass is too trimmed, the trees are too straight and the animals have all been kicked out so they wouldn’t ruin the picture perfect flowers. Aurora has been trying to convince someone to let her take charge of it, to let her do something, to let her allow some wildlife in, to make it seem real, but so far no luck.

             Aurora sits in a nearby bench, a sigh coming out of her lips, her elbows on her knees and her hands on her face.  ❝ It is all like pictures you have in your head, pictures you never think can be about some place real. ❞  And it’s hers now, it’s her new life she doesn’t think she can ever get used to.  ❝ Phillip, mother and father say it’ll grow on me, that the lifelessness where servants seem to turn a corner whenever they see me for fear of intruding will feel like home one day, but… ❞  But a little part of her is selfish, a little part of her wishes they had never told her the truth and that they would’ve allowed her to keep blissfully living in the woods, the woods that do feel like home.

[lovehurried]

“I'm hoping you’ll understand.“

@enchantedorigins​ gets another spooky lyric one-liner for Jamie In for the Kill  ( La Roux,  La Roux  ( 2009 ) )

[lovehurried]

“I’m alone now.“

@enchantedorigins​ gets another spooky lyric one-liner for Jamie Your Star  ( Evanescence,  The Open Door  ( 2006 ) )