Well schools out and I passes all my finals with flying colors! O well seeinjg as this is not a place for me to annoy the world with the intense details of my insignificant life I will continue with the story
Is a disclaimer really necessary? I have denied my ownership multiple times…
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Duck woke with a start from her peaceful slumber as whistling wings embedded their music into ducks ears. The whistle being as creepy sounding as it was made it impossible to sleep. The windows rattled furiously as the house withstood its powerful blows. Duck turned her head to see Fakir sleeping soundly next to her.
'How can he possibly stay asleep with such loud wind?! Jeez this guy is nuts…Then again, he did go through a big ordeal not to long ago.'
Her thoughts were interrupted my a fierce growl from her own belly causing her to believe that maybe the best thing for Fakir would be a heaping plate of waffles with a cup of cocoa. Extra chocolate and marshmallows of course. But Duck was reluctant to leave her cozy place by Fakirs side. She ducked her head under the covers and looked into the pitch black darkness the wind continued to howl as she brought all her body together as she tucked in her legs and turned over on her side. As she opened her eyes she saw a scar. A large scar that made its way down Fakir's sculpted torso.
'Fakir you are a great knight and with your pen you can allow anything to happen. I just wish ... Oh what does it matter! I know he doesn't think of me as a real human no matter what he says! To him I am and always will be a duck…'
Duck returned to her room and sat on a loveseat that was placed near a window. The panes rattled as the wind continued to howl. Flakes of snow flurried to the frozen ground below the dark gray sky.
"Even after all the things Fakir and I have been through, there are so many sad secrets behind those eyes, I don't think I will ever be able to thoroughly understand him." Duck said aloud to herself. "I wish I could. If only I could become princess tutu again and convince him with my graceful steps that everything will be ok!"
Duck turned around and kicked her bedpost. Quite a dumb mistake on her part with her bare feet. But as she looked up her feelings of pain and hunger subsided as her eyes fell upon a beautiful red dress. Near it lay a note reading:
"Put this on and step outside of your room and head left. I want to show you something
-Drake"
Immediately she lifted the new dress over her head. It was red satin and was tight fitting till it hit the hips. There it became longer on one side and stayed mid thigh at the other. Traced with black lace and I diamond pendant on the chest Duck realized what kind of dress this was a tango dress. Below the dress there was a pair of stappy heels black as night and a red and black hair ornament to tie up her hair. Duck had never worn heels and this would be a challenge. The buckled the buckles and stood up.
"Oomph!" Duck crash landed immediately right on her face. Her hair surrounded her as she stood up praying her wobbly knees wouldn't give up on her. "Maybe I can just bring them with me." Duck looked in the mirror to see her reflection. Her red hair tumbled down her shoulders. Duck took the gifted hair clip and stepped out into the hall shoes and letter in hand. "Ok letter says to turn left so… Gee I wonder where I'm gunna end up this is kinda creepy."
Duck continued down the forsaken hallway of empty portraits. She knew very well Fakir would be angry at her for going to hang out with Drake at this time of night but she wanted to prove that he was not a bad guy and that Fakir was just overreacting. Still she could not escape the nervousness that was embedded deep in the pit of her empty stomach. After walking a good five minutes, a large door came into view. Duck carefully placed her hand on the large wooden door frame. Her fingertips danced over the carefully carved designs that traced their way up the gigantic door. Deep mahogany with thick black iron door handles. Duck suddenly hesitated on whether or not to step through the doors. What if Fakir found out? Would he be mad? Probably. But Drake had bought her such nice outfits. Well, Fakir did too but- her thoughts were soon interrupted by a sad slow melody that echoed through the empty hallway. It was coming from inside the room. Duck gently pushed the door open. Through the massive doorway there was a room larger than life with windows stretching from the floor to ceiling bringing in the moonlight that that illuminated walls of robin egg blue with golden crowning in such a way that the ivory floors glistened beneath her feet.
"It sure took you a while to get her Duck."
"Drake!"
He stood at the opposite and of the room dressed in a black blouse and black pants. Near him stood a rusting record player that was playing the melancholy tune on a loop.
"I take it you got my note. You know, I always found ballet to be a little…uptight so to speak. All the straight lines and pent up emotions. To me, it lacks that feeling of real release. To me, the pinnacle of expression is something that makes you want to scream. That out of body experience that lifts you to a state of satisfaction. "
Duck stared as the crazed boy as he looked at his hands , at the moon, anything. It looked like he was searching for something far off and unreachable. It made duck a little…sad.
"Do you ever feel that you can do something , be someone bigger than you are but are stuck in – oh never mind. I didn't bring you here to show you my crazyass self."
Confidently drake walked to Duck and grabbed her hand. A gasp escaped from her pink lips as he pulled her close.
That dress looks beautiful on you. Here, put on the shoes. I want to show my release.Obediantly Duck strapped on the shoes and stood up.
"Eh D-D-Drake if this is some sort of dance thing …Um I cam barely walk in these shoes as t is and-"
"Duck You will do fine. I'll help you."
Duck looked in his eyes and senses honesty and kindness in his eyes. Something she had seen one before when she danced in the watery depths of the lake of despair…
"Now this dance is called the tango. It may be a little hard to pick up but if you move fast I think you'll be able to get a good idea as to what it's like."
The music suddenly picked up its pace as He took her hand in his and snaked his arm around her waist.
"EEP!" Duck jumped at the unexpected contact.
"Oh calm down I don't bite!" Duck laughed as he twisted his arm around and spun in a release from his firm grip only to be pulled back in by a sharp backfiring tug of his arm.
"See! You're a natural!"
And she was. Duck whirled about like a yoyo out of control moving her feet in new directions as the curious man followed her every move with one of his own.
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Fakir abruptly woke from his slumber. He looked out the window to find a clear sky with a radiant moon that lit up the snow covered trees. It took him a few minutes to realize that sleeping beauty was not at his side. Without even bothering to get dressed he bolted through the door way into the hall. To his right he heard music. Faint but still clear. A gloomy song that somehow seemed to give off a feeling of lust.
"Duck!" Fakir frantically races down the halls in a furious stampede until he reached two large wooden doors.
'I swear to god if Drake laid a single fucking finger on her I'll kick his ass!' Fuming he pushed open the doors with such force that the windows shook ass snow began to fall.
Inside Duck was dipped over in Drake's arms as he looked at Fakir with a slight smirk.
"Drake you stay the hell away from her got it!?" Fakir stomped over to the pair and yanked Duck out of Drake's arms.
"WhaaaP!" Duck fell face first to the floor as Fakir stared daggers into his foe's eyes. With a cocky smile Drake chuckle and burst into laughter as wind howled against the windows. Fakir snatched Ducks hand and led her to the doorway.
"Hahaha Fa-Fakir try as you might but you know very well she will come back! What are you? Jealous? Why would Duck chose a measly knight over a man that can make her happy and truly protect her and her crown as princess tutu! You KNOW there is more to it than just an alter-ego it's a calling and you are not worthy to serve the princess!"
SMACK!
Fakir punched him right in the nose and turned right around and walked out the doors. Duck in hand. The house violently shook as he threw her into her bedroom and closed the door.
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Well there u go I updated and I have 11 underway
Tell me what u think. I tried a little less dialogue so idk. U tell me!