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Jan. 5th, 2010 11:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
reallyaduckDuck's been looking for Mytho all day.
And Mytho's been looking for Princess Tutu.
"Is my prince searching for someone?"
It's Tutu and not Duck who asks; it's Tutu, and not Duck, that Mytho shelters with the umbrella that Duck gave him.
And it's to Tutu that Mytho gives the gem called love - a gem that contains Mytho's heartshard inside of it.
And something else.
"The feeling of love," exclaims Tutu, her eyes shining. "How wonderful!" This is, after all, what Tutu's function is - to allow the Prince to love again.
(No, it's not. Tutu's function is to vanish. Duck's desire is to allow the Prince to love.)
"Thank goodness," says the heartshard fervently. "It was so dark inside that jewel, and that terrible crow . . .!"
How strange, Tutu thinks, as she lifts her hands to return the gem.
(Crow? thinks Duck.)
But before she has time even to process, the orange gem hanging above her throat - looking slightly gaudy, even for a magical princess, above the elaborate red gem of her office - begins to darken.
Tutu gasps - and then lets out what can only be called a shriek, high-pitched and ungraceful, as black vines lash out around her legs, her arms, her torso. The orange gem acts as the clasp for a cloak of black feathers.
Princess Tutu is bound.
And Mytho's been looking for Princess Tutu.
"Is my prince searching for someone?"
It's Tutu and not Duck who asks; it's Tutu, and not Duck, that Mytho shelters with the umbrella that Duck gave him.
And it's to Tutu that Mytho gives the gem called love - a gem that contains Mytho's heartshard inside of it.
And something else.
"The feeling of love," exclaims Tutu, her eyes shining. "How wonderful!" This is, after all, what Tutu's function is - to allow the Prince to love again.
(No, it's not. Tutu's function is to vanish. Duck's desire is to allow the Prince to love.)
"Thank goodness," says the heartshard fervently. "It was so dark inside that jewel, and that terrible crow . . .!"
How strange, Tutu thinks, as she lifts her hands to return the gem.
(Crow? thinks Duck.)
But before she has time even to process, the orange gem hanging above her throat - looking slightly gaudy, even for a magical princess, above the elaborate red gem of her office - begins to darken.
Tutu gasps - and then lets out what can only be called a shriek, high-pitched and ungraceful, as black vines lash out around her legs, her arms, her torso. The orange gem acts as the clasp for a cloak of black feathers.
Princess Tutu is bound.
