That's How You Know {Rhea}

[ophelia]

OT: I'm low on muse so I'm going to keep this short. >,O And I wasn't sure where to put this...So just pretend this is the "Enchanted Dominion".

His heart swelled with the first glimmer of dawn and his knitting swelled accordingly. Canary yellow stitching plumped and the yarn seemed to warble between his fingers. Rising like dough, overflowing like mustard seed, as the sun billowed over the horizon. Good Morning the sparrows, the chickadees, and robins seemed to be saying. Today is the day! We believe in you, Opium! Warmth swarmed down the rolling hills towards the center of the valley, clouds puffed, milkweed burst, leaves teemed with dew. Anticipation was buoyed towards the whirr of blue sky.

Today was The Day! Today was The Day! Today was the Day!

Hoping was enough. Dreaming was enough. This yarn- better be enough....(The spinning wheel stalled, and Opium kicked it. Deftly threading a second spool with his toes before the heel of the stocking snagged.) The low creep of moisture, the crisp of hay, the flurry of wheat, rustled outside the tower. Fresh russet fields, tended by a mountain villagers, spanned the length of his view. Feathery and far away as the slip of road in the distance- two miles off. His eyes were riveted to it- this slip of road, barely a path. Opium could almost see the cloud of dust rising, hear the phantom hoof beats as his princess galloped down the cliffs and into his arms. To rescue him, from his high-high-high room in the high-high-high tower. (Although, no matter how many times he was assured of it’s height, it really didn’t seem that tall to him. He could probably jump down without breaking a limb.) He had even made a special ladder for her! Knitted out of his best maroon wool, and embroidered with thoughtful epithets such as: “You’re swell for getting me down!” “Great climbing!” “You’re almost there!” “Kiss 2.3 Feet Ahead!” “I’m sorry this isn’t my hair.”

A butterfly fluttered in through the open window and perched delicately on one of his blond curls. He brushed a wing tip, before it wafted away. Maybe he would embroider a butterfly into the ladder too, as a sort of tribute. The heat made him too drowsy to do anything that light picking with thread. He picked up his pin cushion and stray bit of scrap silk. Then he hung over the battlements, smiling dreamily out over the country side like a perfect moron. Plucking faintly.

“I've been dreaming of a true love's kiss
And a princess I'm hoping comes with this
That's what brings everaftering so happy
And that's the reason we need lips so much
Four lips are the only things that touch
So to spend a life of endless bliss
Just find who you love through true love's kiss”

His voice rang true and clear over the dale.

Today would be the day

[Rhea]

[Sorry for being a total jerk and taking forever to reply. >.> Then my post is horrible...
I'll make it up to you. Eventually.

-cough- I love Enchanted.]

The light, lifting music was interrupted by a sound that would probably go unrecognized in a world like Enchanted Dominion. It was a ripping noise, but it didn’t sound like fabric or parchment, but rather the air itself seemed to be tearing. An unidentified flying object (AKA, Gummi Ship) appeared in the sky and hurtled downwards, aiming towards a field of wheat. At the last second, the driver pressed the big, red EJECT button and sailed through the air toward an open window, screaming all the way. Somehow, the ship veered upward and flew into a forest where it would be hidden from sight. There was a CRASH as the ship knocked down several trees, but the people of this world saw nothing, only scratched their heads at the strange sounds and went back to what they were doing.

The driver of the Gummi Ship had flown directly into the window of a tower, slamming into the poor soul who had been standing in the way. Cora’s head banged against the floor and she felt her world spin around her. After a moment of disorientation, the young teen sat up and looked around. She was in some kind of stone room from medieval times. It would have been a plain room, if not for all of the...decorations. Somebody certainly liked knitting. Suddenly she remembered the person she’d painfully hit, and with a gasp looked around for them. At first she thought it was a woman with short blond hair, but after a second she realized it was just a very feminine boy. “A-are you alright?” she asked, rather out of breath. After all, she had just experimented with Gummi Ship teleportation and ended up crash landing!

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[Prince Valium]

There were three of her. And every one of them was breathtakingly lovely.

Although they bled together just a tad too much for Opium’s liking, and spun around the room (along with the room itself and everything in it) in a way that made him exhilaratingly nauseous (he was afraid he was never going to be able to stand properly again). It was probably just love that made bile tango in his throat. And the red spots that faded in and out of focus were almost heart-shaped. Almost dazzling. Almost painful in their intensity as they pounded in his skull, where he lay crumpled and bruised on the cold stone. The girls had literally swept him off his feet. And with an unmatched enthusiasm that had almost taken his head off. It was so romantic! The excitement and the hope of it all quite left him speechless in the face of his long-awaited aspiration. Or his crushed windpipe. And it stalled the blunt of his delighted hysteria. (Which started to build- steadily, somewhere behind his left ear.)

He wished they would stop twirling through. As graceful and exotic as their bizarre, dancing? (Was it dancing? What else could they be doing?) was, it was making his eyes cross. They must have been ballerinas, spinning like that. French, les Belles Princesses du Cygne, maybe? Skin fair as the pearlescent feathers of their dancing costumes. Blond as the down on the sweeping wings of their namesakes. Transcendence from a music box. Illuminated in buttery light as they bent over him.

“A-are you alright?”

“I am. More than alright. I’m WONDERFUL!”

He smiled a large glittering smile, that showed every one of his perfect teeth, and revealed that his large glittering blue eyes were still crossed.

“You could not possibly even know how WONDERFUL I AM!”

He seemed slightly short of concussed. Or slightly closer to normal.

That was odd...

As Opium began to grasp his bearings, the landscape of the room condensed. There now only two ballerinas in front of him instead of three. One had disappeared.

“Where did your sister go?”

[Rhea]

Cora certainly wasn’t feeling her best, but the boy had been a good enough cushion to save her from serious injury. He, however, wasn’t so lucky, and Cora wasn’t convinced by his claims of being wonderful. He must’ve hit his head especially hard on the floor; Cora didn’t see any blood but there was always the likelihood of a concussion. It took a few more moments for her vision to clear completely and a painful throbbing began in her head. She gently touched the back of her skull with a finger tip and winced; it was painful but her hand returned with no blood, either.

“Are you sure?” she asked in a disbelieving voice. “You hit your head-”

The blond didn’t get a chance to finish her statement, interrupted by the dazed-looking boy. “Sister? I don’t have a sister,” she replied in a confused voice, staring at his crossed eyes with an incredulous expression. Cora scooted back a foot or so; still not ready to attempt standing. Hopefully that would remedy his cross-eyedness. An aching began in her back where it had also hit the hard floor.

She was too shocked by the whole situation to even bother apologizing. Instead she blurted out, “I can’t believe the parachute didn’t work!” She unlatched the now useless contraption from her shoulders. It was supposed to activate when she was ejected from the Gummi Ship...something else she’d have to work on.

Cora looked up again. When she saw the boy’s expression she couldn’t hold back a sigh. “Where is the nearest hospital?” she asked slowly. Remembering the setting – a medieval looking world – she rephrased it. “A healer or a doctor? You might have a head injury...”