!HEADS UP! This is going to be a bunch of one-shots and funny character interactions that I am inspired to write about. So BE WARNED there will not be a solid plot to this nor will it make sense if you try and connect the chapters . . . well some might but it is unintentional. I will give backgrounds, and other things I think about while writing each chapter but hopefully they won't be too extensive. So please enjoy my spurts of imagination!
!NEED TO READ! SO the reason I am able to post this collection of character interactions (what a mouth full) is because the awesome LAKnight of fanfiction has allowed me to use her characters from her Hellboy fanfiction call "Once Upon A Time" If you love Prince Nuada as much as I do and hope for him to find a girl that is both realistic and romantic GO READ HER STORY! (especially if you don't want to be confused about some of her characters) There is a lot more to her story then just love and gooey stuff we hopeless romantics eat up but that is the main reason I read her stuff. THANK YOU LAKNIGHT FOR LETTING ME USE YOUR CHARACTERS! *hugs*
DISCLAIMER I do not own any of the Hellboy characters (I think only Nuada is mentioned) or LAKnight's characters (he is not named but the male in this is named Zhenjin who is a Dragon Prince, One of Nuada's few allies and brothers of the sword and also a human hater . . . want to know more? Go read "Once Upon A Time" by LAKnight Do it, you know you are curious.)
Ok so what is happening right now is that Carol (my OC) is in the Bethmoora castle. She is fairly new and doesn't know a lot of people besides Dylan, Nuada, King Balor, and Nuala. So she decides to go for a walk when she realizes everyone is busy.
The air is fresh and cool as Carol walks through the palace gardens. She pays attention to every bud and bloom she passes. The deep breath she takes in is sweet and cools her from the inside out. Even though spring isn't Carol's favorite season she loves the vibrant colors, fresh smells of grass and flowers, and the cool breeze on the warm days. If she was home on a day like today she would be outside with her speakers turned up as loud as the faries would let her. Putting a song on repeat, she would think up new tricks, tosses, and body work for her guard girls she helps instruct. She had taken off her elfish slippers a while ago so that she could feel the warm ground, curtsy of the sun, on the pads of her feet.
A bird flew out from a bush as she leaned close to smell one of the yellow tulips that just barley peaks its head out of the shade of a bush. When it lands she notices it's a bluebird. Isn't there a song called Bluebird . . . who was it by? She begins to hum the tune of the sad love song and counting in 8's and 16's in her head remembering what the old body warm-up was. Her full dress is perfect for the spins but she decides to water down the work so that she wouldn't rip the beautiful elfish silk dress or hurt any of the flowers that hug over the walk way. Carol's graceful spins and flowing arms, which always end in a slight curve, fit perfectly as she seems to hover through the garden. After a few more spins she noticing how much her dress blooms out like the viney weed called a day lily dose. A soft smile curves her lips and closes her eyes as she images a group of girls doing the dance work in a ring wearing the dress she has on in white and fades into pink on the torso, instead of a deep yellow and blue that she wears.
She looks up just in time to miss a towering wall of deep green shrubs. "Oh wow that was close." She looks down the way a little to find an entrance through the wall marked with two great stone pillars. Lightly jogging over, with her short wavy hair bouncing with each step, to it and peeking in she sees an open area with stone benches and large trees everywhere casting their shadow down on the grown to cool the grass. She was just about to walk in and dance about on the carpet of soft grass when a figure stands up from under one of the trees wipes its face off and walks to the open area with a sword in its hand. Silencing a small gasp she jumps over to hide herself behind the gray stone pillar. After a few seconds she hears the, almost, silent blade cut through the air sending chills up her spine. It wasn't anything that scared her, in fact it made her close her eyes and try to imagine the direction the sword is swinging. She peeks around the corner to watch the elf practice. His sword looks like a cross between a brad sword and a katana. Could it be a Chinese sword? I am pretty sure that he is the dragon prince that is friends with Nuada. She steps inside the entrance and into the shadows curling her toes into the cool grass. To feel a little more inconspicuous she moves over to the trunk of the tree so to hide herself.
Eyes sparkling with curiosity and muscles tense with the anxiety of possibly getting caught she studies his movements almost as if she is trying to memorize each and everything he does. The straight lines his body makes from hand to foot, the bending of each joint, and the positions of his feet as they pivot and slide. She knows they are all important to make the dangerous dance before her look flawless. That is why she also took on sword fighting because it is so much like dance and she loves to move and add little details to movements. She takes a small step to the side and shifted her weight so she is peeking out a little more from the tree trunk when there is a snap under her foot. She gasps as the sword is now pointed right at her and the prince is ready to charge, eyes fiery and breathe steady. Her eyes are wide and her muscles are tense as his relax a little. He takes in a breath to speak but Carol is quicker to the draw. "I am sorry," She blurts out, "I . . . I didn't mean to . . . w-well I did but . . . I-I mean . . ." as she wrings her hands she steps back and off to the side where she is hoping the exit is. "Excuse me." She turns around to rush out when the rough stone frame of the entrance catches her silk covered shoulder. She takes two stumbling steps to the side before catching both her balance and her scraped shoulder. "Damn it!" gasping and covering her mouth she winces at her lack of controlling her own words. She stands there for a second as the pain sets in and grips her injury harder.
The footsteps behind her grow slowly closer and a voice gentle and slightly amused speaks. "Miss. Carol, are you-"
"Yes," she answers all too quickly. She doesn't turn to face the prince like she should. She is too embarrassed at the fool she has made herself into. "I'm sorry, excuse me." She bows out of the small patch of grass and gracefully jogs down the path to where her guards have been watching her. The Prince walks over to the stone pillars in time to catch Carol look back just before exiting the garden gates.
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