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random original bit
Apr. 7th, 2008 11:32 pmIt had been stupid, but the girl had looked so young, and Kurt had been feeling so old and so very drunk.
Well. THIS felt it had to be written.
Dec. 15th, 2007 08:27 pmThe woman slid down the stairs, her hand trailing over the stone. It was not until she stepped into the circle of torchlight that Hans realized he had been wrong in his assumption. The lady did not have black hair, for lady she must be, but red. Not the flame of Hans’ mother, or the fake color of the whores that lined the backwater streets, but a red so deep and so dark that the torchlight seemed to slide over her hair like oil on water.
“You’re the magician.” The lady spoke, addressing Hans. Hans nodded, unable to speak.
“Yes… You’re the magician, father was talking about you.” The lady, the princess Hans realized now, reached over and cupped Hans’ chin. She tipped Hans’ face up, looking down into his face.
No. Hans thought, the princess was not looking at him. She was looking through him.
“You are strong. And brave.” The princess smiled. “But what color is your hair?”
It was at this moment that Hans recognized the blank stare in the princess’s eyes. Horrified Hans whispered, “You’re blind.”
The princess stopped back, her hand slipping from Han’s chin. Instead she ran her fingers up over her cheek bones and closing her eyes slid them over her eyelids. “I see as well in the dark as any other, young Hans. Perhaps better.”
Hans gaped, fumbling for apologies, excuses, anything. The princess was already gone.
“You’re the magician.” The lady spoke, addressing Hans. Hans nodded, unable to speak.
“Yes… You’re the magician, father was talking about you.” The lady, the princess Hans realized now, reached over and cupped Hans’ chin. She tipped Hans’ face up, looking down into his face.
No. Hans thought, the princess was not looking at him. She was looking through him.
“You are strong. And brave.” The princess smiled. “But what color is your hair?”
It was at this moment that Hans recognized the blank stare in the princess’s eyes. Horrified Hans whispered, “You’re blind.”
The princess stopped back, her hand slipping from Han’s chin. Instead she ran her fingers up over her cheek bones and closing her eyes slid them over her eyelids. “I see as well in the dark as any other, young Hans. Perhaps better.”
Hans gaped, fumbling for apologies, excuses, anything. The princess was already gone.
