Well, since I've already written a fic about how Fakir's feelings about Ahiru changed, I figured that turnabout was fair play.
Disclaimer: Don't mind me. I'm just here for the crack.
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Theme #4: Our Distance and That Person
She met him, and knew that he was the worst person in the world. He scowled at her, called her an eyesore, pushed her around. Worse: He was mean to Mytho. There was no way, ever, that someone like this could possibly be a good person.
She saw him crying and thought, If he was a monster, he wouldn't be hurting now. And she remembered: Monsters weren't kind when they thought that no one was around to laugh at them.
She tried to talk to him, and her words went everywhere but where she wanted them to go. And he smiled up at her and told her that he understood.
She was so mad at him, and she wanted to pound on the door until he started making sense again. She found out why he was being so weird, and felt completely awful. And they forgave each other, because caring about someone didn't mean you had to like them all the time.
She called out, and he heard her, even though he shouldn't have been able to hear anything but the oak tree. He wrote a story, and it freed her, even though Drosselmeyer's story was the only one she should have been affected by. And maybe it was the other's voice they heard, though it might have been simpler than that: Neither one of them was the kind of person who left.
She danced with him, and wondered when Fakir had come to mean safe. She'd go back to being a duck, and never get to do the things she still wanted to do – dance with everyone else, talk to people instead of having to quack at them, get her first kiss, tell someone she loved them – but somehow it didn't matter, because no matter what happened he'd always be with her. She danced with him, and knew she was home.