Where are my eyes?
Where is my lip?
Why is here place,
Cold darkness here?
Part III .x.X. Nostalgia .X.x.
'Rattle, rattle, rattle' went the wheels of the carriage over the road. It clattered and shook, the occupants inside rocking gently. One of those occupants inside that carriage, went by the name of Black. The other two were his mother and his father, the king and queen of Norway at the time.
"Black, sweetie," said his mother. "Are you not excited?" Feeling a bit fidgety, Black looked up towards the fair-haired women. His face, as one usually see's it, was blank and ridden of emotion. Though, his eyes flickered slightly with something, with what seemed to be excitement; or maybe love.
"…Yes, mother," Black said. His voice was hushed and soft and nice to listen to. The Norwegian heiress smiled at her son and turned forward, understanding his dislike for talking. Black stared towards his mother for a split second longer before he turned his head to stare out the stain glass windows. 'Perhaps Red will not remember me…' he thought quietly. His eyes began to sting.
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Red scurried across the gardens and past the roses, towards the golden gate. Fumbling with the lock with hasty fingers, Red urgently managed to unlock the clinch and pushed the heavy bars open. Red squeezed through the small opening he made, and quickly tried to shut the gate behind himself. Oh, how bad this was! How would Red be able to cope? He couldn't, he just couldn't!
With glassy violet eyes, the young Red gave with closing the gate, and turned on his heel and sprinted into the forest he had been visiting for months on end. Wolf, Wolf was who the rabbit needed now; and desperately! But, how would Red find him? Wolf only knew to come to the fields when the sun was hanging lazily in the blue sky; But now, the sun was barely over the tree's and the sky was stained with white! Oh, the more Red thought, the more he panicked and became hitched with his movements. And in no time, the poor panicky Rabbit didn't realize how he took the wrong turn away from the fields.
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What that rabbit didn't know, was that someone saw his red hood flicker when he disappeared into the forest. The witness didn't panic, nor did he tell. He just watched in silent confusion until he could see the red streak no more.
When the carriage came to a halt, he still said nothing of Red. He had followed his mother inside of the mansion, and stood politely while she and his father embraced their long loved family friends. Though, his eyes trailed out one of the gothic styled windows that overlooked the garden from the foyer. The gate… oh, how foolish of Red. It was left ajar.
"Black, my young boy!" Black looked up to Red's father. "Ah, yes… You have grown so much! Just look, your hair is a bit longer than last time, and it's even styled differently. I can now tell you a bit from Red! Oh, my, I'm rabling again, aren't I?" he smiled. Black always liked his smile. It was kind, and gentle. "Ha. Well, speaking of Red, yhy not go and find the boy? I'm sure you are tired of having to listen to our chatter. Last Kaatrina* and I have seen of him, he had wandered into the garden. You remember how he loved roses, don't you?"
Black merely stared at him, watching as the Finnish man smiled again. It was identical to Red's smile. Black watched him turn back to Black's mother and father, and become engrossed in conversation of 'catch up'. Black lost interest quickly, and left the foyer. He stepped out the back and into the garden, being hit by a soft breeze and the aroma of roses and Lily of the Valleys*. It was a lovely scent, though it didn't seem to affect the stoic Black one bit. Not even a smile. Though, that wasn't out of the norm.
Black hesitated. The memories had come flooding back, much like a torrent after a dam has broken. He and Red laughing under the trees, himself watching from underneath the shade of a tree while Red happily planted and plucked the roses, and of course, many of the time's they left out to the fields to play their many games of tag, hide-and-seek, and the moments they chatted of everything and anything.
It broke his heart a little, thinking that all those times had to come to an end because of his move to Denmark. To his dislike, his mother and father were poor with chosing new friends. The Dane they told him of served nothing close of a companion to him. That boy was loud, rude, boisterous, and overly commanding! He would always pretend to be the king - of not just Denmark - but the entire Scandinavia. How absurd!
But, to Black's silent surprise, that Dane treated him differently. Mathias had given him flowers, given him kindness, treated him with respect, and even went out of his way to let Black sleep in one of the finest bedrooms he had in his castle.
Black hated it.
It was obvious - oh so obvious! - that Mathias had fallen for him. Immediately, he had told that Dane how he felt. Of course, he was heartbroken by the negative statements, but Black didn't care. He had watched as the Danish prince had taken refuge in his Icelandic servant, instead. It was for the best, though. Black new how the servant felt, and in the end, he got his prince.
Black crossed the garden, and stood before the golden gate. "Foolish little Red," he whispered. "How long have you been doing this, Red? Such a while? A short while?" He paused, studying the forest. "...What would strive you to do such a risky act?" The wind picked up again, making the tree's of the forest rustle to it's song.
Finally, Black pushed the gate open, and left into the forest.
*'Kaatrina' was a name I saw for Fem!Finland, and I liked it. So, I decided to name Finny's mommy that~
*'Lily of the Valley,' is Finland's national flower.
A/N: Ooookayyy... I know this took a while, but, I promise, I have a good reason on why! School has been starting up, and I've been trying to do my best this year so I can get into good classes for highschool! Plus, I have a major case of writer's block, and I haven't been able to surpass it just yet. Usually, my Writer's block is awful. It lasts for month's on end, and I usually can't shake it... so, really, this is a miracle that I was able to write this.
But! Anyways!
In this chapter, we learn a bit of what happened with lil' old Black. I'm not too happy with it, but I guess it'll do... I don't get much of that 'folktale' feel from this chapter either, but maybe that's just me... I'll try to work on that! Promise!
I wanted to thank everyone who alerted, favorited, and reviewed this story! It makes me feel very happy on the inside, and actually gives me motivation. I don't like to dissappoint people, and mainly, all of those watches where the reason I sat myself down and typed this up. JUST FOR YOU GUYS, JUST FOR YOU. /shot
A-anyways... I don't wanna sound beggy, but um... Reviews? *puppy eyes* I love them. Very much. And I love to read them. I read every single one of them, too C':
So, um... Anyways, thanks for reading 3 :3 I'm not sure when the next chapter'll be up, but I'll try my best to get it up ASAP!
