Recreating - Part of Your World Reprise
My friend gave me this scene and I had to go with the obvious.
AU: None Pairing: None Words: 599 Warning: None. If there’s anything, please let me know!
Summary: Thomas liked to watch Disney movies. That fact was one of the least surprising things about him. He could sit down and watch almost any of the Disney movies and have a wonderful time. Sometimes, scenes from those movies got stuck in his head. He never thought anything of it.
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The man sat on the edge of the rock, peaking around it to watch as two figures slowly made their way down the beach and away from the water’s edge. Beside him, his two friends were also focused on the same sight whilst floating on the water, one sat atop the other’s head.
“He will never know.” The purple crustacean’s voice was shaking. It leant down to look into the eyes of the fish below, bright blue ones that were somewhat circled by a dark outline. “You won’t tell him.” The fish shook its head. “I won’t tell him. I will stay in one piece.” As the creature stopped talking, it looked up to see its humanoid companion had moved to atop the large rock.
The wind blew dramatically, ruffling the thick hair beautifully as the man moved closer to the edge of the slanted stone formation. He began to sing softly to himself, eyes still trained on the almost disappeared backs of the retreating figures on the beach. His fish-like tail swung in accordance with his voice. With each passing phrase, the merman grew louder and louder until the climax of his song approached.
“Someday I’ll be…” He prepared himself, steadying his arms below him. “Part of your wo-” Before he could finish, his song was cut short by a loud gurgling noise as a wave crashed directly over his head as he attempted to push his body upwards.
Almost immediately, the room was filled with raucous laughter. The merman coughed violently and attempted to shake the water from his hair. Next to him, the two aquatic creatures had become human figures once more – one of which was currently clutching his stomach as he laughed hard, the other clearly trying to stop the giggles pouring from his own wide grin. The water had also disappeared, and the non-set half of the room was now visible. It was across that half of the room where the loudest laughter was coming from. The merman scowled heavily, pointing directly at the one who was slipping from the chair they were sat on before as they laughed, “How da- dare you la-laugh at, at me!” His attempt at speech was interrupted by several coughs as the water in his lungs still attempted to escape.
No one had a responding answer as they were still preoccupied by their laughter. The merman pouted and hopped off of the rock, legs and normal prince attire returning before he landed. He stalked across the room, still coughing every now and then. “Make them stop!” He demanded, getting directly into the face of the man sat casually in a chair, watching the chaos passively.
“You know I cannot do that, Roman. They will stop eventually.” Logan sighed, leaning back into the chair.
Roman stomped his foot, looking all together like a drowned kitten having a toddler-like temper tantrum. “Fine. Then I’ll use this time to tell you all how you’re doing it wrong!” He turned sharply, water droplets flinging off of the ends of his hair. Before he could begin his tirade, a towel landed on his head and he turned back to the director’s chair.
“They are doing just fine. You’re just a perfectionist.” Logan commented, not looking at the prince as he dried himself off.
Roman made a whine-like noise, “But Virgil’s not doing the accent! It’s integral to the character!”
“No, it’s not, Princey.”
“YES. IT IS, VIRGIL!”
No more of the scene got done that day. Instead, Logan shut down the project after a full two hours of arguing between the two sides.
