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 Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 2:01 pm
 Roleplay name:
A Cold Heat
People Roleplaying:
Eternal Howl & Mekami-sama
Characters:
Russia (Ivan Braginski), America (Alfred F. Jones)
Time:
Alternate Universe, Imperialistic Period.
Brief Summary:
The Western and Northern Kingdoms have been on bad terms for generations however, the Kings of the present have decided to attempt to bring about better relations between their two Kingdoms...through their sons. Thus, Ivan Braginski, the son of the Northern King, and Alfred F. Jones, the son of the Western King will be forced to be the bridge between their two Kingdoms as they spend every waking moment together. It's too bad the two unwilling princes can't stand each other, or at least, that's what they think at first. Either way they could never truly love another man, right? That kind of blasphemy is silenced by the guillotine.
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 6:19 pm
Desperate and so lonely, I've looked for you.
xxxAnd left behind all that I had ever longed for.
xxxxxxCold winds scream through my ears like a banshee
xxxxxxxxxA freezing chill- A pain that still will forever haunt me.None of my love remains.
Yet I have made it here,
Running through all the fear.xxx
The sadness in my heart retains the pain.xxxxxx
And if I fall, I've learned that I may not return.xxxxxxxxx ❄xxxxxx The Ice Prince ✯ Ivan Braginsky xxxxxx❄ Yet I have made it here. Make this pain disappear...
♔xxxMy one and only, Prince Charming. xxx ♔
And still I wonder, why can't I even dream?
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Ivan sat upon his white throne, surveying the large throne room from his vantage point to the right of the king, his mother to the king's left. Ivan's white and blue clothing looked resplendent in the brightly colored palace, the black two-headed eagle pounded into the floor with broken tiles in a mosaic pattern over the Imperial Northern Crest. Ivan's bored violet gaze crossed over the foreigners who entered the icy domain, covered from their heads to their toes in warm furs borrowed or bought from the high-priced traders in the bazaar. Those poor newcomers. Ivan thought absently. They were charged at least four times as much as the average man. How unfair~
He adjusted in his stiff seat to lean on the other arm, elbow on the arm of the throne. his pale beige hair swished to cover his equally light eyebrows, starkly white skin almost blending with the snowy fur trim of his light blue coat, so opulently soft and long that it dragged on the floor, but the fur was not darkened by dirt. It was merely crystallized from cold, as the marble palace was no warmer than the blizzard raging outside of the mansion's walls. The scraggly band of foreigners were so boring-- their skin was a touch darker, their hair was golden blond, but their clothing was interesting.
Such bright colors seemed to splash against the color scheme of Ivan's home, making him sit up and take a little more notice of them. Perhaps.... they were a little more than boring. They were new, so maybe, they knew more games to play. Ivan adjusted to sit parallel to the back of the throne, placing his hands on the edges of the arms, grasping the rounded edges firmly as his father had always told him to, because it made him look stronger and more purposeful.
One of the newcomers caught Ivan's attention more than the rest though, and as the young boy stepped into the room, Ivan's eyes locked onto him. Those eyes.... that hair... The sapphire eyes behind those thin drames as as blue as the sky, and those blond locks were like the rare sunflowers that Ivan's maid Natalia sometimes brought as a gift.
So beautiful... I want it. It will be mine, and I will own him, and pet him, and take care of him, and play with him alllllll day until I am bored. Ivan's lips curled into a cold, bloodless smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. The boy was going to be a new possession, and Ivan would have him, no matter the cost. But for now, Ivan would be content with staring at the boy that, once he came closer with his father, the Western King, seemed to be about the same age as Ivan.
The Northern King, Queen, and Prince stood as one to welcome the equals into the throne room, smiling coldly at the warm arrivals. "Welcome." The cold King greeted, giving a great courtesy to the visiting royalty by stepping down from the throne dais to stand only one step above the short Westerners. "Western King has brought son to establish good relations, da?" He queried, speaking in the soft, melodic tongue of the West rather than the harsh syllables of his own.
At the words, though, Ivan tensed, magenta eyes narrowing to stare at the blond boy. He was going to have to do stupid alliance things with this boy. The boy suddenly lost the mystic appeal and became nothing to Ivan-- he was another male to be pacified, to be coddled in the cold of the region and told that he was not weak, the cold was just that bad, and other pathetic, useless nonsense. Ivan was less than pleased.
Ivan saw a motion from his father and followed it, stepping to be equal to the Western prince, leaving the kings to talk out the specifics even as he stood even with the other boy. The boy was shorter by quite a bit, so Ivan didn't so much stand even as he towered over the blond. Ivan blinked as he tilted his head down to better see the new prince's eyes. "Hello, comrade," Ivan said softly, his voice more suited for a young child than the beast of a teenager that he appeared. "Ivan is my name. What is Comrade's name?"
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Tears fall like a rainstorm I barely see.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxA twisted grin broken within.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxYet I have made it here,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxBearing this love, my dear.Am I going crazy?
And if I scream your name
It's not returned in samexxxxxxxxx
I beg, forget me please.xxxxxxxxxxxxx
Yet I have made it here.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx And still I wonder, why can't I even dream?
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 8:42 pm
Got to fight another fight
I gotta run another night
Get it out - check it out
I'm on my way and I don't feel right
I gotta get me back
I can't be beat and that's a fact
It's OK - I'll find a way
You ain't gonna take me down no way xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx☽Aℓfrεd ƒ. Jσnεs☾ Never gonna give in
Never gonna give up no
You can't take me
I'm free ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎ ≎ ☸ ≎ ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎
To say that Alfred was displeased with his present predicament was an understatement. At the moment he sat within a horse drawn coach, jaw set and eyes narrowed, staring into the distance at the frigid wasteland that was the Northern Kingdom. Across from him sat his father, the king of the Western Kingdom, smug holier-than-thou expression in place and hands clasped delicately in his royal lap. Alfred scowled.
Unknown to him, his father had been planning with the Northern king for quite a while now for their sons to meet in order to establish better relations between the two long time rival Kingdoms. The first time he had learned of said decision had been only the night before.
For almost the entirety of the previous night Alfred sat, legs and arms crossed, in the middle of his bed, glaring at the closed doors of his chambers. He knew why his father did it, of course. Alfred had always been a free spirit; something that was never a good thing in his father's eyes. He had a strong will of his own and preferred doing many things that were not considered proper royal behaviour. The young prince had run away from the castle many times before. He knew every secret passage and hidden doorway and had learned to use them rather effectively in his many years, outsmarting both the king and his guards on many occasions. He'd disappear for days, months even, travelling through far off villages, taming wild horses in the Southern Kingdom; there wasn't a thing he wouldn't do if given the chance.
Unfortunately, this time the king was prepared. The moment Alfred had returned from his most recent adventure he was forcefully escorted and watched everywhere he went. Even as he slept they stood outside his room and below his window, completely blocking off all possibilities of escape. His father knew he would be furious at the news; knew he would try to run, and he had been ready for it. Alfred was trapped and they both knew it.
The young prince had always wanted to live life his own way, unbound by the chains of royal responsibility and free to journey wherever he pleased. However, it seemed all the more aparent that his father would never allow his son to live such a life, wanting Alfred to take his rightful place as king once he'd stepped down from the throne. He had now put the pressure and responsibility of the mending of a relationship between their Kingdom and their strongest and most hated rival on his shoulders. It was something Alfred could not get out of, nor could he make any mistakes. All his life he had been told how disgusting and evil the North was and now he was expected to befriend its prince.
The Western prince's gaze wavered as the coach came to a complete stop, and he opened the door, stepping out onto the snow covered ground, before it could be opened by a servant. He ignored his father's disapproving look as he stared up at the palace of the North. It was very different from his own home, much like the neverending white and freezing weather was nothing like the warmth and life filled land that was his own Kingdom. Bringing his arms around himself in an only slightly effective barrier against the wind, Alfred dreaded the time he would have to spend here. Maybe it's not too late. I can always escape tonight before my father leaves in the morning. Then he can go along with his little plan the way he wants. Until then however, Alfred would play the part of the good little Western prince, just as he was expected to; head held high and expression artificially bright and willing.
He waited for his father to come from the coach and start making his way towards the castle doors before following. The throne room held no relief in terms of the cold, and Alfred had to force himself to supress the shivers that racked through his body. His mind was fixated on the cold even as they stopped before the throne, only becoming aware of everything else as they were welcomed by the Northern King.
It was now that Alfred finally got a look at the royalty of this land; the first aspect being noticed was the large builds of said royalty as well as their height. They loomed over he and his father like giants. He unconsciously stood a little straighter at the realization, head tilting just so in a way that would make him seem taller. He absent mindedly took in his father's replies as he looked to his left, regarding the Northern Prince, or rather, his new best friend. "It is an honour to be welcome within your Kingdom. I hope we may establish a--" Alfred tuned out the rest of his father's words, taking in the pale beige hair and strange violet coloured eyes. He wondered if eyes could naturally be such a colour.
It was only because of his curious studying of the other prince's eyes that he caught the change in them as a dark smile overtook the man's face. However, it was gone as quickly as it had come and though he had only seen it for a second, he couldn't help but realize that he felt threatened by it for that one instant. The almost glare that replaced it was just as unexpected as the first look had been and even as the larger man towered over him and greeted him in that deceivingly friendly way, Alfred glared right back, forgetting his good little prince face, but not the words that came with it. "Hello. My name's Alfred. So nice to meet you comrade. I'm sure we'll have a wonderful time getting to know each other." He wondered if a war would start between their kingdoms if he punched him in the face.
≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎ ≎ ☸ ≎ ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎ Why did it all go wrong?
I wanna know what's going on
And what's this holding me?
I'm not where I supposed to be
I gotta fight another fight
I gotta fight will all my might
I'm getting out , so check it out
Ya, you're in my way
So you better watch out
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 1:03 pm
Desperate and so lonely, I've looked for you.
xxxAnd left behind all that I had ever longed for.
xxxxxxCold winds scream through my ears like a banshee
xxxxxxxxxA freezing chill- A pain that still will forever haunt me.None of my love remains.
Yet I have made it here,
Running through all the fear.xxx
The sadness in my heart retains the pain.xxxxxx
And if I fall, I've learned that I may not return.xxxxxxxxx ❄xxxxxx The Ice Prince ✯ Ivan Braginsky xxxxxx❄ Yet I have made it here. Make this pain disappear...
♔xxxMy one and only, Prince Charming. xxx ♔
And still I wonder, why can't I even dream?
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Ivan quirked an eyebrow at the fierce hostility that the Western prince exuded, the heat of the instant distaste making Ivan's face brighten and heat, though no color showed on the showy skin. The sun evidently visited the West far more than the North, and it showed in the strong coloring of the boy. Ivan let his eyes wander down the new prince, sizing him up and curious as to the make up of the West.
Thin, it seemed, and small. No power resided in those peasant muscles, too tiny to be anything but poorly fed and barely exercised. Surely the new prince was a pampered brat, with an arrogant gaze and slender build like that. Ivan was sure that Alfred, as the boy introduced himself, was very used to being waited on. Such was not the norm of the North-- there, if one wished for something, one did it, unless it was out of their realm of abilities. All that Ivan owned, excepting clothing, jewels, and some other odds and ends, Ivan had created himself.
Ivan brought an arm up silently to brush hair from his own face, tilting the elaborate crown back to better view the boy. With a lazy gaze, Ivan's violet hues settled upon the other's blue, calm and serene, even though Alfred's face was far from the mask of a courtier. "Indeed..." He murmured as a response, the corner of his lips curling into a slight smile, one that offered the possibility of melting to the heat of hate that Alfred seemed insistent upon creating. If Alfred was so very opposed to this, perhaps Ivan should be as well. He wasn't sure.
Natalia, Ivan's maid, showed up at Ivan's elbow, short and thin, built much like the Westerners. Her short dress and white cloth bow proclaimed her status as a maid, and though she shivered from cold, she gave no indication that it harmed her unduly. "Oh, your highness," She simpered at his arm, holding it and blinking up to him in a pathetic manner. "Do pay me favor sometime, oh, I would be most honored for your attention, my prince, please, just look at me and give me the pleasure of seeing your beautiful eyes..."
Ivan made no motion to do as she asked, but delicately freed himself of her grip, missing the glare of utter hate that she shot towards the Western Prince. Surely the new Western boy was taking up his highness' time, it was all that blue-eyed boy's fault that Ivan didn't love her. Oh, she'd make him pay. Natalia pulled hard upon the ice prince's scarf, enough to let him know that she had a message beyond her obsession. His eyes lingered upon Alfred for a moment, the violet smoldering for a moment on the lithe body, then turned his head and leaned down to listen to his maid's words.
"Oh, your highness, I have heard of this prince from his servants. He is wild and wishes to be free, surely your highness' court and it's joy and freedom will bring him to your feet as a loyal pet if you so desire, oh yes, yes, I can make it so... For I know his weakness, your beautiful, icy, kingly--" Ivan's face hardened, making her squeak and silence herself. She surely did not dare to speak treason of calling him "kingly." She covered her mouth and blushed like a virgin, looking about before looking back up to him with a longing gaze. "Your highness....he fears spirits."
Ivan paused, analyzing and digesting these words before turning away from her with a small push to face the prince again. Natalia gave a vicious smile towards the Western Prince and scurried off to her job, a content smirk on her flat features. Ivan looked at Alfred for a few moments before speaking in his quiet, chilling tone. "Prince likes to play, da? We play game." He offered. "North Prince show you good places to play in castle. We explore whenever we want. We free here."
He made a broad gesture that encompassed the whole of the castle and the frozen land. "Wherever Prince want go, we go. Let North Prince show you good places. We see many things. North Prince show you..." He paused to think of what to call the exploration of the palace and its icy corridors burrowed in its foundation.
"I show wonders that West Prince never see before. Like idea, da?" He asked in the broken Western language, uncaring if he sounded dull. He was going to play with the boy, get him to cry and scream and beg for home, but nobody would hear. Ivan would break him into pieces-- he wanted to see a broken prince at his feet, crown shattered and pleading for his homeland. Ivan would smile and pet him, put him in a leash and parade him. Toys to play with in the North were rare, and the only pets around were the large white bears-- too large to tame and too necessary for food and furs to keep as pets. Ivan just wanted a friend to play with.
He held out a hand with a bright, happy smile. "We go now. Father-King not care where Prince go. North Prince take care of."
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Tears fall like a rainstorm I barely see.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxA twisted grin broken within.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxYet I have made it here,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxBearing this love, my dear.Am I going crazy?
And if I scream your name
It's not returned in samexxxxxxxxx
I beg, forget me please.xxxxxxxxxxxxx
Yet I have made it here.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx And still I wonder, why can't I even dream?
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Posted: Thu Jul 08, 2010 1:23 pm
Got to fight another fight
I gotta run another night
Get it out - check it out
I'm on my way and I don't feel right
I gotta get me back
I can't be beat and that's a fact
It's OK - I'll find a way
You ain't gonna take me down no way xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx☽Aℓfrεd ƒ. Jσnεs☾ Never gonna give in
Never gonna give up no
You can't take me
I'm free ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎ ≎ ☸ ≎ ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎
Alfred didn't understand why the Northern prince looked as confused by Alfred's change in demeanor as he did. The larger man was the one who had started off their first meeting with unfriendly looks; Alfred was only returning the favour. He would have acted his part as he was told to do if he hadn't caught the threat in the Northern prince's eyes, but he had, so his guard was up and the heat was on. He didn't think either of them were happy to be in their situation, to tell the truth, even if Ivan seemed a lot more the prince they both should be.
He didn't like the way the other was looking at him now either; as if he was some piece of meat to be devoured and the Northern prince, the hungry bear. It didn't help that the other prince was so big, tall and from what Alfred could make out, well-built, and so pale. He almost looked like a gho- Alfred stopped that train of thought as soon as it'd started. The Northern prince didn't look anything like those things. He just didn't get enough sun and was kind of intimidating, not that Alfred was intimidated of course. He just thought his father might be so he was making sure to take that into account in case he needed to reassure him later. Yeah...
His attention was diverted when a woman walked over to them, making a beeline for the Northern prince in her too thin clothes -wasn't she cold?- and addressing him, completely overlooking and ignoring Alfred. It should have offended him, but those thoughts were quickly replaced by confusion and curiosity when the small woman clung to the other prince like an extension of his already long arm and began speaking, looking up at him with all the adoration in the world. She must have been starved for attention, even desperate, if she so strongly wished for even a glance from the ice prince. Alfred couldn't help feeling a little sorry for her.
But the Northern prince could have at least looked at her. What was his problem? He looked over once again and was taken aback by the outright glare the maid was shooting him. Here he was feeling bad that she was being treated so horribly and she was glaring at him like he was the most disgusting thing in the world. He didn't think he'd done anything so offend her; Alfred had always made a point to be friendly to everyone he met. Well, everyone up until today. Oh...maybe that was why she was angry. She did seen to have a thing for the cold prince.
Now that he thought about it, it wasn't Ivan's fault he was stuck in this situation. In fact, they were both stuck, and sure the other was kind of creepy what with all the staring, but Alfred decided he could afford to be a little nicer, though he wasn't lowering his guard any with the looks he was getting. He'd just have to save his dirty looks for his father. Also, it was hard not to smile when the maid attached to the other prince was practically throwing herself at him like that. He bit his lip to hold back the laugh he knew was going to come out if he didn't, and watched as a private conversation went on right in front of him between the two.
He watched until finally they seemed to finish, the maid running off to do whatever she did when she wasn't clinging to the prince in front of him and Ivan turning to face him. Though he promised himself he was going to try and make nice the chilling gaze of the other instantly put him off once again. He was completely content to stay in a bad mood too, but could not stop himself from perking up at the larger prince's next words. Free? They were allowed to go...wherever they wanted? Was it really so different in the Northern Kingdom?
As the Northern prince continued speaking Alfred became more and more enticed by the idea of what he was saying. The man may have spoken it strangely, but he was used to hearing many different accents and ways of speaking during all his time spent away from his own kingdom and it didn't take away from what he was hearing in the slightest. He kind of liked it; the change, that is. And it was true; though the Western prince had journeyed to many places he had never been to the North so it was a wonder to him. He had yet to discover everything it was and if the other prince was willing to show him then why not take the opportunity to get out and explore?
He looked up into the eyes of the ice prince before him, a wide grin on his face, bright blue eyes shining, as he reached out and took the offered hand. "Yeah. I do like that idea. I can't say I'll need taking care of, but I wanna see exactly what it means to be here in the North. Show he whatcha got, big guy." It wasn't how he was supposed to speak; it was far from the sophisticated way of speaking and presenting himself that he had been taught all his life. But it was Alfred F. Jones, and the Northern prince was about to learn exactly what that meant.
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I wanna know what's going on
And what's this holding me?
I'm not where I supposed to be
I gotta fight another fight
I gotta fight will all my might
I'm getting out , so check it out
Ya, you're in my way
So you better watch out
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 11:34 am
Desperate and so lonely, I've looked for you.
xxxAnd left behind all that I had ever longed for.
xxxxxxCold winds scream through my ears like a banshee
xxxxxxxxxA freezing chill- A pain that still will forever haunt me.None of my love remains.
Yet I have made it here,
Running through all the fear.xxx
The sadness in my heart retains the pain.xxxxxx
And if I fall, I've learned that I may not return.xxxxxxxxx ❄xxxxxx The Ice Prince ✯ Ivan Braginsky xxxxxx❄ Yet I have made it here. Make this pain disappear...
♔xxxMy one and only, Prince Charming. xxx ♔
And still I wonder, why can't I even dream?
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Ivan smiled as Alfred seemed to warm up to the idea that Ivan proposed. The boy was smiling so happily, his face had lit up, and Ivan liked it. He wanted to see that expression again. He didn't want anybody else to ever see it-- it was all Ivan's. Ivan decided at that moment that nobody was allowed near the Western Prince, and anybody who tried to be close to him would die. It was all Ivan's and Ivan would take care of him and make his hair shine from well grooming and his eyes glow from joy and clothes be perfect and straight like a doll. Ivan tilted his head slightly, wondering, wondering...
If the boy was so warm... would his blood taste of the West? Would he taste like heat from the sun, or maybe like a sunflower? Would it smell of spring, such a small season in the cold region? Would it feel hot, like the passion of emotions the warm boy seemed to flicker through so quickly? Ivan wanted to feel the blood trickle through his fingers, maybe he would get some of the life that made the West so scalding, and the North so chilling. That heat was so alluring, the blush that had flushed the boy's cheeks so magnetic. Ivan glanced away from the boy after taking his hand, calmly attempting to keep his desires hidden even as he turned to face his father.
"Father-King!" Ivan announced himself as he walked towards his father calmly, then with a glance towards the visitors, he paid homage that he never did when alone to show respect to his father. The King stopped speaking to the Western King, blinking icy blue eyes and looking to his son with a questioning glance. "Father-King, we go visit Old Yard of Court. Is alright, da?" He asked, speaking in the Western language so that he would not disrespect the newcomers by excluding them.
Ivan's father nodded and murmured an affirmative without further ado, then returned to the previous conversation with the Western King, uncaring of his son's whereabouts as long as he was alive. Ivan turned back to Alfred and smiled with a hint of warmth. "See? We free. We go now." Ivan began walking away, hand tightly holding the prince's as he left the throneroom and headed to the old palace. As he walked, he spoke, so that Alfred would understand.
"West-Prince, we go to old Court of Yard. Ivan unsure of right name. But, we go there. Is where Old Palace is still stand." He paused, then frowned without missing a step. "Is bad place. Sad place. There, old King die and Father-King take throne. Father-King make big... big...." He made a slightly confused motion with his free hand. "Revolution? Da. Revolution. Father make revolution and there be war. Many die. Many many die."
He looked saddened at the thought, steps slowing only slightly. "Street become red. All street red. Much red, never not-red again. Ivan see the red that still there. Is bad. Make Ivan sad." He looked to Alfred to see his reaction, curious, but then decided that it didn't matter. The story needed to be told. "Old King was Father-Father. Not Father, but Father-Father. Ivan see all of big change. Ivan young." He said simply.
"Father-King stand by Father-Father and in fast move, kill Father-Father. Father-Father die, and Father now King. Persons say no, they want old King. Old King good, they say, nice and share food with poor." Ivan smiled as he thought of his grandfather, and thinking of how much he missed him. There had been such a mess, so much blood and so many people were angry. So very angry that they fought against the new King immediately. A riot had erupted, and little Ivan, maybe 8, had watched from a curtain behind the throne. He had seen all the men die, all the women trying to defend their children from the hordes of angry protesters trying to get to the new king and kill him-- but the new king's guards were too good. Everybody but the loyalists died.
"They lose." Ivan said simply, summarizing everything. He still went back sometimes to visit the old palace and wander in the ghosts of his grandfather's reign. He wanted to share something good with the new boy. That place, the old palace that had been almost demolished to please the new king, was a place of happiness. It was the last place he had ever seen his grandfather alive. He took a slightly deeper than normal breath.
"People still there. Many walk here and there. They not talk much, but remember Father-Father. Remember good things, tell stories. Want hear good stories? They tell long tale, old North story of peace and happy, when was warm and sunflowers all places." He smiled at the thought, lost in the imaginings. He missed it, very much. He looked up as the ground became more uneven, the stones became rougher and more broken, and the wind became more biting. Snow was now seen, piled up in corners and against the walls, the once beautiful tapestries ruined and torn by creatures that made the ruins home. The passageway opened into a large courtyard with snow drifts everywhere, the throne of the past king still standing proudly across the way.
"There is where Ivan see people. Alfred come with, da?" He asked, stopping his tread and turning to face away from the throne to look at Alfred. "Ivan show something never be able see again."
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Tears fall like a rainstorm I barely see.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxA twisted grin broken within.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxYet I have made it here,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxBearing this love, my dear.Am I going crazy?
And if I scream your name
It's not returned in samexxxxxxxxx
I beg, forget me please.xxxxxxxxxxxxx
Yet I have made it here.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx And still I wonder, why can't I even dream?
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 10:20 pm
Got to fight another fight
I gotta run another night
Get it out - check it out
I'm on my way and I don't feel right
I gotta get me back
I can't be beat and that's a fact
It's OK - I'll find a way
You ain't gonna take me down no way xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx☽Aℓfrεd ƒ. Jσnεs☾ Never gonna give in
Never gonna give up no
You can't take me
I'm free ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎ ≎ ☸ ≎ ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎
Alfred was happy that things seemed to be looking up for the most part, but that didn't mean he was going to get all friendly with the Northern prince. The man seemed nice enough but there was something about him that didn't sit right with the Western prince and warned him against trusting the other too much. Alfred'd instincts had never failed him in the passed and he didn't think they would fail him now. He waited as the Northern prince announced his plan to their fathers, deciding what they were going to do and being allowed to do it just like that. No boundaries. It was what he'd always wanted but was never allowed in his father's prim and proper world.
Alfred smiled lightly when the other turned, comfirming their freedom and tugging the Western prince after him. Alfred was also mildly horrified when he realized that he hadn't pulled his hand from the other's right away that that they were very clearly clasped together rather tightly. The hold the other prince had on him almost seemed possessive. He practically yanked his own smaller hand back before thinking twice about it, not wanting to make it seem like he was at all alright in his current situation. What kind of person randomly held your hand anyway? Maybe it was a Northern thing. Either way the larger prince was weird. And creepy.
And cold. Just like the land he would one day rule over as his father did now. Alfred was used to quite the opposite back in his own kingdom; blue skies, golden fields, and so very warm. Alfred had always reflected his own land, and had been to every corner of it at least once. He was always warm, but when Ivan had held his hand before, even for the short time he had, the other prince had been as cold as ice. It was scary; it reminded Alfred of death, and though his hand had already begun warming up once again he could still feel the sting of those frozen hands. But now that he had his hand back, another part of him decided it liked the change; it didn't mind the coolnesss of the other's skin. In fact, that part of him seemed to like it, and that probably scared him even more.
He didn't think about that though. It was different and it was new; two things Alfred usually found himself pursuing, but this time it was something he didn't think would be a good idea thinking too much on. Instead he watched the other, rubbing at his hand absentmindedly as he listened to what the cold prince was saying. He assumed by Court of Yard he meant Courtyard, but Alfred didn't correct him on it. If the prince wanted to say it that way and it was understood by both of them what he meant then Alfred didn't see a problem with it. He wasn't as strict about proper language as his father was, picking up different ways of talking and slang in his many travels.
But now wasn't the time to think about the other prince's accent, no matter how interesting it was. Alfred continued to watch him, taking in the way his voice changed as he began speaking of the Northern Kingdom's past. The man had stopped smiling and it bothered him. He had only just met the other prince but the frown on his face just didn't seem natural to him and he didn't like it, and so upon first mention he didn't like the the place where the 'Old Palace is still stand.' But he continued to listen, not noticing the way he seemed to gravitate towards the other as he continued on with his story.
He looked away every now and then, taking in what was being said, trying to picture what he was hearing. A great King had died here, someone that should not have died from what he could tell, because Ivan's father was not what this Kingdom needed. And because of it, many others had died as well. Alfred had heard of Revolutions; there had been one in one of his father's colonies, and though Alfred was too young at the time to do anything, he thought that maybe if the same thing had happened today he would have sided with them, rather than keep them chained as his father had done to him. This wasn't like that; Alfred was still young, he didn't know Revolutions could be bad. They just seemed so justified to him; a way to make things better. But Alfred would never believe himself to have that naivety about him, or that innocent way of thinking. He'd fought, could still fight. He'd done a lot on his own!
But this wasn't about him, was it? And Ivan was stopping; the guy looked like he was going to cry he was so sad. Alfred didn't like seeing others in pain; that's why he was always trying to help people. He liked seeing them happy and seeing this right in front of him, and caused by something that he couldn't physically fix didn't sit well with him. He frowned, eyes once again on the other's face, unmoving, and it was strange for him to be so focused on something. Maybe this place wasn't so bad...sure it carried bad memories, but it also carried all those before them of what seemed to be happier times for the other prince. He waited until Ivan stopped his story before speaking. "Yeah. I'd love to hear your stories. You really miss how it used to be, huh...?" He wanted to say more. He wanted to help, but nothing seemed to want to come out. He wasn't used to having to try and comfort people. He usually just did things on impulse and most of it was through his actions. So instead of saying more he reached out and once again took the other prince's hand, tugging lightly and putting on a big smile for him.
"I'll tell you what, Ivan. You show me your people and everything you want to show me that's you, and I'll take you to my Kingdom one of these days and show you warmth and sunflowers just like back then." He couldn't help the words from coming, and even though he promised himself he wouldn't get into this too much he found himself thrown headfirst into something completely new, just like he always was. "What do you say? Promise? And then when it's your turn to take over all this you can make it good again. I'll hold you to it too."
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I wanna know what's going on
And what's this holding me?
I'm not where I supposed to be
I gotta fight another fight
I gotta fight will all my might
I'm getting out , so check it out
Ya, you're in my way
So you better watch out
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 12:51 pm
Desperate and so lonely, I've looked for you.
xxxAnd left behind all that I had ever longed for.
xxxxxxCold winds scream through my ears like a banshee
xxxxxxxxxA freezing chill- A pain that still will forever haunt me.None of my love remains.
Yet I have made it here,
Running through all the fear.xxx
The sadness in my heart retains the pain.xxxxxx
And if I fall, I've learned that I may not return.xxxxxxxxx ❄xxxxxx The Ice Prince ✯ Ivan Braginsky xxxxxx❄ Yet I have made it here. Make this pain disappear...
♔xxxMy one and only, Prince Charming. xxx ♔
And still I wonder, why can't I even dream?
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Ivan turned his gaze from the cold, empty throne in the yard to the boy at his side. Alfred was... sympathizing. The promise and the sincerity in Afred's eyes made Ivan's stomach flip. It was too kind, too heartwarming, so wonderful and caring that it hurt Ivan's chest. Ivan did not understand. Did the boy want something from Ivan for the warmth he extended? Surely such a thing was not free. Nothing was ever free in Ivan's land. The boy would want something. Ivan kept his eyes hooded, wary. Warm and sunflowers... in exchange for simply showing the boy the old palace and the stories? Ivan refused to believe it was that easy. The Western Prince's warmth would melt the ice around Ivan's feet, leaving him to drown in the icy slush, surely, destroyed by the very thing Ivan wanted above all else. He'd never be warm like this boy, and the boy would never be cold like himself. He wanted the warm. He didn't care if he was going to be on the short end of the stick, if the promise never came true. He had the boy right now, he had the heat standing mere inches away from himself, his searing hand making Ivan's own sting and burn. "Da..." He agreed.
His nose wrinkled, but he grasped the other's hand slowly. His hand was surely blistering in the heat the Westerner radiated. Melting in huge drops to fall to the ground, sizzling, the snow turning to slushy water, hand breaking under the heat, bones cracking, shattering, hurting, the heat was hurting so much, bones falling to the ground to join the burned and charred flesh, still engulfed in flames, crackling, the smell of charred flesh rising to his nostrils, then burning out, down, lower, the fire was out, leaving only a small, almost invisible mound of ashes that scattered to the four winds-- But Ivan did not let go.
He blinked, and the vision was gone. It had never happened, but his hand stung and hurt as though it had. He took a breath and looked away to gaze at the white throne almost buried in snowdrifts. his grandfather had been a good man. He'd had no throne room, no great expensive palace. He gave to the poor, he welcomed them with open arms, his palace was open to the homeless til they got jobs, he regularly hosted huge banquets and invited the whole kingdom for festivals he made up on the spot for some random reason. "Let's celebrate!" He would announce for no reason. When asked why, he might reply, "Why? Because the sun rose today! Because my grandson smiled! Because the sky is blue! For the joy of being alive!" Celebrating life... if only they celebrated anything now.
"And then, when it's your turn to take over all this you can make it good again."
Ivan began to nod before he really registered the words, but as soon as he realized what was said, froze. How could he nod? It meant he had aspirations for the throne. He couldn't have desires to have the ruling crown, oh no, if he did then he'd be killed. The King was not about to let his own sun do what he had to gain the royal status of King. Ivan couldn't want for anything but to be the prince for the rest of his life if he wanted to have a "rest of his life." That's what the boy was for, Ivan should have seen it. It was all his father's plot to test if Ivan was loyal to his father. He was going to die.
An idea lit up in Ivan's mind. He'd only be in trouble if he were caught, and the boy was the only one to see that small hint of disapproval with his father's reign. If he kept the boy, then Ivan would be safe! And he'd have a sunflower that he could keep forever. He'd brush the petals so softly, he'd keep the sky cloud free and blue, so wide and full of emotions. He'd never let it cloud over from gloom or rain from sadness. Never ever. It would stay that gorgeous blue, lit up and happy to see him. Forever and ever, and he'd be happy. Ivan would be nice to him, treat him kindly and kiss him and hug him and love him with all of his being.
"Ivan says we look at throne, hear stories now." He replied simply, then began walking purposely towards the great seat, staring at the place where his grandfather rules from. He would not dare presume to sit in the place that the great king once had been-- it would be impudent, and make him look like he desired the status is gave. He delicately brushed snow from it, smiling to himself, then turned to the Western Prince.
"West Prince sit here. Ivan sit behind, and tell story. Prince see story like Father-Father. It better this way, more better. Ivan promise tell good story, big story. Much heroeness, much bad, but good story, da. Much good." he indicated for Alfred to sit, moving to stand behind the throne, leaning over it like a specter of doubt over Alfred's shoulder, all but half of his torso hidden from casual view by the large, white throne. White, so opposite of the current king's obsidian seat. Ivan's hands grasped the top of the throne and at the side, smiling blithely to Alfred. Like idea? Da? Or da?"
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Tears fall like a rainstorm I barely see.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxA twisted grin broken within.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxYet I have made it here,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxBearing this love, my dear.Am I going crazy?
And if I scream your name
It's not returned in samexxxxxxxxx
I beg, forget me please.xxxxxxxxxxxxx
Yet I have made it here.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx And still I wonder, why can't I even dream?
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Posted: Thu Jul 22, 2010 4:22 pm
Got to fight another fight
I gotta run another night
Get it out - check it out
I'm on my way and I don't feel right
I gotta get me back
I can't be beat and that's a fact
It's OK - I'll find a way
You ain't gonna take me down no way xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx☽Aℓfrεd ƒ. Jσnεs☾ Never gonna give in
Never gonna give up no
You can't take me
I'm free ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎ ≎ ☸ ≎ ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎
It wasn't until after the words had left his mouth that Alfred realized exactly what he'd said. Once that had happened he could feel his face begin to heat up; a large contrast to the cold that was the Northern Kingdom. He hoped desperately that the other wouldn't notice, but a more logical side of him reminded Alfred that the Northern prince would have to be blind not to see the now pink tinted colour of his cheeks in the surrounding white. The thing was, now that Alfred thought about it, he was talking about some pretty personal stuff with the man, making life promises like he was, and they had only just met less than half an hour ago! Alfred had never had a problem talking with people, and he could really talk, but this was a whole other Kingdom and he was saying these kinds of things to some prince he didn't know. He shouldn't be so open, especially considering how he felt when all this had started out.
He didn't regret it though. No, Alfred had always been the type to want to make things better for people; make them happy. He knew that was what his promise would do for the other prince and though it wasn't the kind of thing he should have been saying in their first conversation, he was going to keep his promise. He always kept his promises! So with his words fully accepted and his mind set, Alfred turned and looked up for the Northern prince’s reaction, and the answer that would come with it. He never would have guessed at the look he’d receive after his heartfelt speech. Alfred thought he would have been ecstatic, practically leaping for joy, in his mind at least; he didn't seem the type to do that outwardly. Instead Alfred was met with confusion, then caution, and what looked like disbelief, though Ivan did end up agreeing. Alfred wasn't sure the other was too keen on his future plans, but he'd make him see eventually.
He swung their joined hands lazily as he took in the view that the other prince had deemed to share with him. It wasn't as bad as he had originally though it to be. The other prince was practically a walking iceberg and his hand may just be in danger of frostbite with the cold burn of the other's skin on his hand as well as the snow ridden wind prickling at his skin, but he could deal with that when the time came. His new friend didn't seem to be taking their time together as well as him though; he looked like their joined hands were causing him some kind of physical pain if the the tightness in his face and the tense feeling of his hand in Alfred's was anything to go by and the Western prince had no idea why that would be. The Northern prince was the one who had taken his hand the first time so Alfred assumed this was alright, at least in this kingdom, and when you were trying to make nice with someone you had been told was part of a disgusting and barbaric land all your life.
If he didn't know any better, he'd say the larger prince was panicking, which didn't make sense to him at all, because they were on his turf. He had more power and control here than Alfred ever could and really, if anyone was going to be nervous about something it should have been the smaller prince. Strangely enough though, Alfred wasn't, and the fact that he was letting his guard down as much as he was wasn't a very comforting thought. Just a while ago he was going to go all fire and brimstone on his father's plan and now here he was, following his former enemy around like a new puppy. Then again, this was what he was supposed to be doing right now, even if he still had any wish to make an escape later tonight.
He turned to look at the large white throne in front of them as Ivan began speaking once again, apparently overe his inner battles or whatever else Northern giants worried about. "Yeah, I'm looking, Ivan. It's really...white." He replied as he sat on the throne, as instructed. It was the first thing that came to mind; not a very descriptive observation when almost everything he could see was the same bright and shining tint, but he was always prepared to state the obvious when the opportunity presented itself.
He looked up and behind himself, grinning at the prince now situated behind his seat. "Da! Yes! Whatever that means! So you're going to tell me about heroes?! This story is going to be even better than I thought it would be! I'm a hero too, you know. I've been going around saving people all my life." As he continued to ramble on excitedly, getting completely off topic once he'd started, he managed to turn himself in his seat so that he was now kneeling on the throne and facing the other prince. It wasn't unusual for Alfred to pick and choose what he heard of people's words and that one word stuck out more than anything else the Northern prince could have said. "--and skating! I heard your people do a lot of that up here. I've never tried before but I've always wanted to. You should teach me! It'll be fun! And we can fight bears and stuff like those rumours I heard about, and have a snowball fight and-"
Alfred had all but forgotten what it was the two of them were doing in the first place.
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I wanna know what's going on
And what's this holding me?
I'm not where I supposed to be
I gotta fight another fight
I gotta fight will all my might
I'm getting out , so check it out
Ya, you're in my way
So you better watch out
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 2:47 pm
Desperate and so lonely, I've looked for you.
xxxAnd left behind all that I had ever longed for.
xxxxxxCold winds scream through my ears like a banshee
xxxxxxxxxA freezing chill- A pain that still will forever haunt me.None of my love remains.
Yet I have made it here,
Running through all the fear.xxx
The sadness in my heart retains the pain.xxxxxx
And if I fall, I've learned that I may not return.xxxxxxxxx ❄xxxxxx The Ice Prince ✯ Ivan Braginsky xxxxxx❄ Yet I have made it here. Make this pain disappear...
♔xxxMy one and only, Prince Charming. xxx ♔
And still I wonder, why can't I even dream?
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Ivan listened to the boy prattle on, not as amused as Alfred seemed to be by, well, everything. There was no shortage of snow, but Alfred was not seeing. He was looking, but there was no sight in his eyes. He closed his eyes for a moment, just wanting Alfred to just be silent already. When it became clear that the boy was not going to quiet himself, Ivan did it by placing a hand over the smaller boy's mouth. "Shh. Alfred no see if Alfred no stop talking. So shush." He finally stated. "Ivan tell story now, so turn and be of silence."
He pulled on the boy's arm to make him spin and sit on the throne properly to better view the courtyard. Snow was beginning to fall again, softly and gently, covering things like a soft blanket. Ivan kept an eye on the newcomer-- he didn't want him to freeze. He could share his own jacket if it came down to it. He was used to the cold; he could handle it better. He smiled as twilight began to descend, casting everything in a quiet darkness as the sun sunk behind the horizon in stuttering halting motions, catching on the spires of the Russian palace. Just as the sun was about to be captured by the earth, Ivan spoke. "Story starts now..." He murmured in a low tone, watching over the top of the throne and waiting for the ghosts of the past to appear before his eyes.
As soon as the sunlight was hidden and darkness began to seep in, quiet, faraway sounds began. They were soft, with meaning, but almost far away and eerie. There was nothing to see, but the sounds began to grow-- the click clack of wooden wheels on stone, the shuffling of feet, the murmur of voices, some louder --"Buy furs here! Soft and durable!" "Stay away from that, you'll get hurt!" "Can I have one, please?" "Spot me a a ruble!"-- some quieter, sounds of armored feet marching with precision. Wispy shapes began to appear, like mist, the figures forming and looking as fragile as fog without color and without substance. Men, women, children, all dressed in clothing and styles of the past generation. Boys and girls ran about the yard, giggling and playing, men sold weapons, fur, food, women looked at trinkets and looked after their children, the poorer asked to borrow money. Never free-- nothing was free from other men. But it was happy.
From Ivan and Alfred's viewpoint, the shapes began to thicken as more men marched nearby, a trumpet blasting to announce the arrival of the king. Loud proclamations about his wealth and generosity were given, and the people roared with approval, turning to face the pavilion the duo were at. Together, they made a shapeless mob, pale grey-blue and without true form-- merely specters of the past. Once the people quieted, waiting and excited, a shape emerged from the mob, laughing and cheering. It was the king himself! He flung off the lesser robes of the not-royals, laughing and joking about as the people burst into laughter. Such a joker! Such a prankster! He had disguised himself as one of the many. What a fun king! He walked to the throne with a happy smile, not sitting, but standing right before Alfred and Ivan without losing his smile or acknowledging them. It was as though they were the ones who were not real.
Ivan put a hand over Alfred's, cautioning him not to move, not to ruin it. If Alfred moved, he would die. Ivan watched this each night as the sun fell, and he was not about to allow Alfred to destroy it.
The king, Ivan's grandfather, began to speak as well as toss out random money to the crowd, candy to the children, and shiny trinkets to the women without thought to cost or price. He did not care. The people were happy, smiles and laughs abounded. There was no greater sound in the world.
It was shattered when a pale shape came from the king's left, face covered by armor but dressed in the royal robes, and thrust forward a tessak into the king's side. The sharp, short sword with a curved edge easily cut through the robes the king wore and into the man's flesh with little resistance, then jerked it out in a vicious motion. Ghostly blood sprayed out, coating everything in a sickly pale red, drops falling to the ground and pouring all over his throne and, if Alfred had actually been there, all over him. As it was, the blood went through the boy to imprint upon the cold marble, then run down it as though Alfred was not there. The king fell to his knees, clutching his side as the crowd roared in anger and screamed for the death of the traitor.
Men pushed in the crowd to go to the king's side, examining the wound as well as wanting to shred the murderer. The king was dying, and there was no saving him-- his white robes turning a dull scarlet from death overtaking his body. The man in the armor flourished the tessak against those who threatened him harm, then finally, spoke.
Away from me, fools! The people who heard let out a collective gasp, then began to speak in loud whispers. He ripped off the mask to reveal the king's son, the firstborn and the heir to the throne. Immediately, the men stepped back and, as was their duty, the Czarist Guard took up quarters about the new king, quietly protecting the murderer. It was their job. The man smiled, colder than the ice that formed on the water's surface, then moved to stand beside the old king, looking down with fake pity. After a moment, a bright grin broke out on his features, then he looked to the mass of people, slowly silencing and staring to the man.
I am your new king! Silence greeted his announcement, and he scowled. Laud me! Now! Men and women rushed him quickly, desiring to kill the murderer, but each and everyone of them died on the weapons of the loyal guard. Silence fell, and there was an expectant air. The crowd cheered, slowly getting loud, though obviously faked. It did not matter to the man, he stood proudly nonetheless, unhearing of the angry mumbles in the cheers. Eventually, the crowd rumbled out a terrible growl of Long live the king! and then began to disperse. They were going home. Still, the new king stood proudly. He finally had what he desired.
The sounds began to quiet and the shapes began to fade into formless blobs, eventually fading altogether along with the sounds, leaving the courtyard the same as it had been before, with the duo staring out into the glittering snow, the soft snowflakes falling and surrounding them in a gentle caress. "There is Ivan's story." He said quietly. "Alfred see hero die, see new king crowned. Alfred see what is bad with country. Alfred see what was once good." He smiled, remembering his grandfather. Alfred see Ivan's father-father.
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Tears fall like a rainstorm I barely see.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxA twisted grin broken within.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxYet I have made it here,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxBearing this love, my dear.Am I going crazy?
And if I scream your name
It's not returned in samexxxxxxxxx
I beg, forget me please.xxxxxxxxxxxxx
Yet I have made it here.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx And still I wonder, why can't I even dream?
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2010 10:25 pm
Got to fight another fight
I gotta run another night
Get it out - check it out
I'm on my way and I don't feel right
I gotta get me back
I can't be beat and that's a fact
It's OK - I'll find a way
You ain't gonna take me down no way xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx☽Aℓfrεd ƒ. Jσnεs☾ Never gonna give in
Never gonna give up no
You can't take me
I'm free ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎ ≎ ☸ ≎ ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎
Alfred continued speaking excitedly about everything he hoped to do and see in the Northern Kingdom, blissfully unaware of the fact that he had cut off the other prince’s words with his own. He wouldn’t have done such a thing on purpose, especially knowing that what the other wanted to tell him was important to him; a memory from his past that seemed very personal and emotion-ridden for him to tell a stranger like Alfred. The truth was that the Western prince had always been, and was now, very easily distracted by things that were new and potentially interesting, both of which this strange and blindingly white Kingdom was. He wanted to see more of it, get out and explore everything that it was. It was these thoughts that drove his continuous stream of words and blinded him to the unamused expression that had come over Ivan’s own features. He might never have even realised his interruption if not for the sudden and abrupt silence, brought on promptly by the large hand of the Northern prince over his mouth. Alfred let out a muffled sound of surprise and confusion, eyes darting up to the other’s face; the one who dared to do what no other had ever had the intelligence enough to do, which of course, was to silence him. Really though, how dare he? Alfred had been showing interest in his land and he stopped him from talking –who knew where that hand had been- and –Oh. Oh.
A light blush dusted his face as he realized that he was the one who had gone off topic, unintentionally ignoring what the other was going to tell him. So he quieted, allowing the other to turn him so he sat properly on the old King’s throne. It didn’t stop him from being curious however, and Alfred tilted his head up slightly to see the other’s face, wondering why he would want Alfred to face away from him if he was going to be telling him a story. Maybe it was just another one of those Northern things. He opened his mouth to ask, then closed it, thinking better of it. If this was how Ivan wanted it to be then that was fine. He would just ask about it later. It wouldn’t do to interrupt the other prince, especially considering he was supposed to be making nice and he had already done it once before. As he continued to stare up at the other, Alfred noticed for the first time that the snow was falling, just as it had been on his journey here, and a new coldness came with it and the slowly darkening sky. He shivered slightly, bringing his legs up onto his seat, up against his chest. The weather here was one thing he didn’t thing he would be getting used to anytime soon. So cold; and it was only getting colder. He wondered what they were waiting for. Ivan could have started his story by now, couldn’t he? Northern royalty was so weird.
Something moved out of the corner of his eye, something that could have been mistaken for snow blown from the ground by the wind. However, he turned, facing forward curiously to look around. There was nothing there. But now he heard something; dull, quiet whispers, and they were getting louder. As they continued to grow he could pick out snippets of conversation. Voices. It sounded like a market, familiar, yet completely different. Soon it was as if he was right there in the middle of it all. Soon shapes formed, first as wispy shadows of what he thought he might see, and eventually settling as colourless figures, humans, going about their daily business. A small part of him told him that he would normally be terrified at something so obviously ghost-like, but for some unknown reason, he wasn’t. He just watched as the King revealed himself to his people, playful, lively, and loved. So he just watched in amazement; it was all so real. He wondered, as the King walked up to the throne and stood before them, if they could see the two princes’ who could so clearly see them. Were they really there at all? He wanted to reach out, to say something, but Ivan’s hand on his stopped him, and he kept quiet.
Alfred could see what Ivan had meant when he’d spoken of his grandfather before. He was a good King, kind and generous. Everyone looked so happy. He was the kind of person Alfred hoped me might become someday, and a smile to match the one on the man’s face, as well as the crowd cheering before him, made its way to his own face. Everyone was laughing, all was peaceful, so of course no one noticed, just as Alfred hadn’t noticed, the figure clad in armour and royal robes. No, they didn’t notice until the sword had already been plunged through the King’s side, blood splattering across the ground and at Alfred. He jumped, eyes widening in surprise and horror at what was happening, at the blood that should have been on him, but wasn’t. He wanted to do something, but he couldn’t move, and really, what could he do? The King had fallen; and the people in front of him couldn’t be real. Ivan had told him what would happen. It was too late.
And the people realized it too once they'd heard the voice of the murderer, and seen his face. The King's own son had taken his life, greed and hatred for the love his father received urging him to do the horrible deed. And now that the King was dead, he would be the one to take his place, and a new and terrible reign would fall upon the people of the North. It still ruled now. Alfred glared at the apparition, hating him for destroying the Kingdom's hope and taking everything it had for himself, ruling through fear rather than love and respect. His own son was against him, though silently and without any action against him. Ivan didn't seem like his father; he spoke out against what he knew was wrong, even if only to Alfred.
As the sounds thinned out and forms of the people faded, he looked up, setting his gaze and a frown on the larger prince. He didn't think he liked this story, and he liked it even less because it was true. Where was the happy ending? When did the people go back to smiling and laughing? His frown deepened with Ivan's words, and he looked back out across the empty courtyard. It had been like this for a very long time. "The hero's not supposed to die...why'd you show me that? I don't like it. Why hasn't anyone made it better yet?!" He didn't know why he was getting angry, especially at the other. He didn't do this. He just wanted Alfred to know, but Alfred's sense of justice made it impossible for him not to at least let his feelings be known. He let out a huff, glaring at the place where the old King had fallen. "You'll fix it, won't you? You'll be their new hero? It's your duty!" He said, tilting his head back and frowning up at the other once again.
≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎ ≎ ☸ ≎ ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎ Why did it all go wrong?
I wanna know what's going on
And what's this holding me?
I'm not where I supposed to be
I gotta fight another fight
I gotta fight will all my might
I'm getting out , so check it out
Ya, you're in my way
So you better watch out
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