jensen!note: prelude one of a collab Indi-Scarga and i are doing! hope you enjoy.
always read in 1/2 size. -heart-
Sitting in a little room, away from all the noise of fancy parties, haughty women, and croaking old men, was a young brunette. He sat perched on the piano bench, brow furrowed in concentration as he tried to play, but nothing came to him. The usual virtuoso couldn't play, he had no inspiration. The Elven boy, maybe 17 in appearance, spent all his time as of late in the music room, lanky fingers at the ivory keys as he tried with all his might to produce music like he used to.
"Where has the music gone?" he mumbled to himself, bowing his head in defeat, "why can't I play any more..?"
His father, Beowulf Germanium, the King, seemed to believe his inability to play was caused by his inability to be a proper suitor and find himself a bride. The Prince did not agree as such, finding women to be too impossible, and that relationships were for those with much time or no future. Much against his parents' wishes, he did not want to marry any time soon, or at all if he couldརྙreally, he would only marry to produce an heir and continue the line of his family.
Truthfully, the Prince believed that if he did fancy another, he would lean more to the other side of the spectrum than a female. It wasn't uncommon, or frowned upon in the Elven community, but if the Prince were to take to a homosexual lifestyle, the bloodline would surely end with him. This would make him a disappointment to the entire Kingdom.
The Prince sighed, shaking his head and lifting his things, deciding that he was done with the piano for now. Staring at the instrument blankly was just making his enthusiasm dwindle even more than before. Getting up, he walked out of the room, heading to the gardens of the castle.
Instead of depressing himself with his failure to play, he'd at least be productive in the gardens, practice his magic. The Prince pulled his cloak over his shoulders, hoping to sneak off instead of being pulled into other duties, such as courting. Oh, how he hated courting lessons.
The brunette slipped out of the castle, only looking back once to make sure he hadn't been caught, and hurried down the old stone steps to the grass gardens below. Smiling lightly, he kneeled down, holding his hand out to gently touch a wilting flower. The Prince tsked, shaking his head, his fingers beginning to glow faintly. Slowly, the withered plant regained life, its petals regaining its luster. He nodded and continued on, reviving each dead or dying plant he came across.
"Edelweiss, Edelweiss…" he sang quietly, as he came across his favourite flower, "Every morning you greet me…"
"Small and white…" Moving through the paths of Edelweiss in the garden, he began singing louder, with more confidence, "clean and bright…"
"You look happy to meet me," he cooed. "Blossom of snow, may you bloom and grow…" Violet eyes shutting slowly, he breathed in only the smell of flowers, and… something else. Not taking note to it, he continued.
"Bloom and grow fore—"
The Prince froze, the loud blast and screaming afterwards telling him what that smell was, and what it was bringing with it.
Humans, bringing War and Death to him.