In which a sheltered princess and her loyal knight set out to explore a vast new world... But are cruelly separated by an evil hand.
In an alleyway, somewhere in the dark streets of London, a wall began to glow.
Pale golden light traced the shape of an ornate stone archway. Clean white stone, carved with scrolling vines, replaced the moldering bricks. A curtain of leaves hung across the inside, sprinkled with tiny white flowers.
There was the crunch of two pairs of footsteps on grass... One light and graceful, the other heavier, more confident.
"--And of course, I know what my uncle says," a gentle, feminine voice drifted through the hanging vines. "But I couldn't bear the thought of never setting foot outside the kingdom even once! There's so much to see, and even if I could never experience it all, to not even try..."
"Yes, Princess, I- I know," a different voice interrupted, masculine and young. "And I understand where you're coming from, I really do. But-- ALONE? Why would you go ALONE?! Anything could have happened to you!"
The feminine voice sighed softly, seeming a bit remorseful. "Oh-- Lohengrin... I'm sorry," it apologized. "Really, I am... If I knew how much it would worry you, I would have told you much sooner..."
Now it was the masculine voice's turn to sigh. "...No, no, don't apologize," it murmured. "I'm glad you trusted me enough to let me accompany you from now on... Thank you, Princess."
A gloved hand parted the vines, lifting them up like a curtain.
A dark-skinned youth of about sixteen or seventeen emerged. He was tall and quite handsome, with noble features and long, dark hair. Shaved close on the sides and back, it was pulled into a high ponytail, with messy bangs and a few small braids woven throughout.
His clothing was odd-- almost as if he'd stepped out of a story or history book. He wore form-fitting trousers, calf-high boots, and a renaissance-style shirt, with the collar left carelessly undone. A thick cloak, fastened with a shield-shaped brooch, hung over his shoulders, and a long sword was belted at his right hip.
Still lifting the vines, he extended his other arm to his as-yet-unseen companion. They gave a soft giggle as they took it, allowing him to escort them through the archway.
They were-- or rather, she was-- a beautiful young girl... Exceedingly beautiful, in fact.
She couldn't have been more than fifteen, with features that would have looked at home on a porcelain doll. A velvet cloak hid her arms and most of her upper body, but she was obviously small and delicate, with a graceful build. Her hair, most unusually, was a rosy pink, fading to white at the ends of her fluffy bob.
She looked around, seemingly fascinated by the, frankly, underwhelming surroundings. "Oh, my," she breathed, dropping the youth's hand and moving towards the exit of the alleyway. "I wonder where this is...?"
"Ah- Princess!" Her companion protested, jogging after her. "Please don't wander off by yourself..."
As he caught up with her, she smiled, moving to his side. "But I'm not by myself-- you're with me, aren't you, Lohengrin?"
The youth- Lohengrin- glanced away, seeming embarrassed. "Princess--"
"You really don't have to keep calling me 'princess', you know," she added, linking a velvet-swathed arm with his. "It's only the two of us, after all."
"Ah-- ahem!" He coughed into his other fist. "Right, sorry. Of course, Prin-- Etulliana."
Tilting her head, she blinked, giving him an expectant look.
"...Tutu," he relented after a moment, head still turned to the side.
With another soft laugh, Tutu pressed herself a little closer to him. "That's better," she murmured.
Arm in arm, they began to walk idly down the cobbled streets.
The orange-yellow glow of streetlights reflected off the still, silent windows. Thick white fog swirled like ribbons around the corners and eaves, making everything look soft and out-of-focus.
"Isn't it beautiful?" Tutu asked, gazing around in wide-eyed wonder. "It's almost like a dream..."
Lohengrin shifted a little. "It's-- definitely different," he managed after a second.
Tutu blinked, tilting her head at him again in a very birdlike manner. "What's the matter? Do you not like it?"
"Mmm..."
He shifted a little more. "It's... Interesting? I suppose?" He admitted. "But it's just so... Different. I mean-- everything's so close together, and all this stone and iron... It feels so... Crowded. Closed-in."
He paused next to a streetlamp, cocking his head at it suspiciously. "And these lights... How do they work, exactly?"
Giggling again, Tutu put a still-covered hand to her mouth. "Well, I think they're wonderful... And doesn't not knowing how they work make them seem all the more intriguing?"
Lohengrin blinked, looking down at her. Then a small, fond smile curled his lips. "...You really are fascinated by anything the outside world has to offer, aren't you?"
Tutu gazed up at him, returning the smile. "Well, of course-- because the outside world itself is all so fascinating! Isn't it?"
Letting go of his arm, she hopped lightly from cobblestone to cobblestone in a sprightly series of pas de bourrées.
Her cloak blew back as she twirled. Underneath, she was wearing a pretty white dress with a sweetheart neckline and a calf-length skirt, supported by light tulle petticoats...
And her arms were wings.
On such a petite figure, they should have looked out-of-place, but somehow they added to her almost angelic beauty. Snowy white plumage gleamed in the darkness as they raised gracefully into a port de bras.
"Ah... Princess!" Lohengrin protested, hurrying forward. "Please be careful-- your cloak..." He took one of the small, feather-covered hands at the end of her wings, stopping her beneath a streetlight.
In the circle of yellow light, it was obvious that the whiteness in her hair was, in truth, feathers... About halfway down, her pink hair changed seamlessly into white feathers, matching her downy wings.
As Lohengrin fussed her cloak back into place like a worried mother hen, her feathery hair fluffed out around her face. "Oh-- Lohengrin, really," she said, blushing. "There's no-one else here... Must you be so stuffy about this?"
"Yes, Princess-- I- I mean, Tutu," he insisted, tugging at the cloak a few more times. "You can never be too careful... You can't be seen by outsiders, not even for a minute. You know they don't-- understand..."
He trailed off as their eyes met.
They gazed at each other silently for a moment.
Suddenly, a loud chime rang, making them both jump a bit. It was a series of eight notes repeated twice, echoing through the night air.
"What in the--" Lohengrin began, but Tutu gasped eagerly. "Oh-- look!" She insisted, raising a wing and pointing upwards. "Look- up there!"
A tall spire rose above the fog, the face of the enormous clock set into it glowing faintly. A massive hand ticked into place, and it began to mark the hour, slow, deep chimes ringing through the fog.
"It must be the great clock tower- the one called Big Ben!" Tutu continued, hurrying forward to get a better view. "I've read about it, in some of the books people have brought from the outside, but I never thought I'd actually be able to see it... OH!"
Gasping again, she whirled to face him, cheeks flushed and eyes wide and sparkling. "Then that means... This must be London! Isn't this amazing?!"
Lohengrin blinked. Then he shook his head, giving another wry smile. "Is it really that exciting?" He asked, putting a hand on his hip and tilting his head.
"Of COURSE it is!" Tutu enthused. "This is one of the places I've always wanted to go! London, Paris, Venice, Rome... Oh, I thought I'd never see any of them for as long as I lived!"
Running back to him, she grabbed his hands, clasping them earnestly. "Lohengrin, this is wonderful... This is really, really wonderful! This-- oh..."
As the clock finished chiming twelve, the featherlike cowlick sticking up from her bangs bobbed, as if something hit it. She looked up, blinking.
"...Tutu?" Lohengrin asked, looking up suspiciously as well. "Are you alright?"
"I thought I--" she began, then jumped a little, making a quiet squeaking noise. "Oh!" She murmured, letting go of his hand and raising a wing to her forehead. "What on earth..."
"Etulliana!" Lohengrin exclaimed, taking her hand and examining it frantically. "What is it? Are you hurt?!"
"Oh-- no, I- I'm fine," she insisted, blushing again and trying, gently, to tug her hand away. "It's just that..."
Rain began to patter down around them.
"...It's raining," she finished.
"...Oh," Lohengrin muttered, sounding rather embarrassed.
There was a brief, awkward pause.
"...Perhaps we should-- take cover?" Tutu suggested.
"Ah... Right," he agreed. Finally releasing her, he pulled the hood of his cloak up, looking around for a suitable shelter.
"Over there?" Tutu suggested, flipping her own hood up and pointing towards an alleyway nearby. Quickly, they ducked into its shadows, taking shelter under the eaves.
With a gentle sigh, Tutu pushed her hood back, shaking raindrops out of the feathers in her hair. "Oh-- I'm sorry," she apologized, drawing back as much as she could in the narrow alley. "I didn't splash you, did I?"
Tossing his own hood back, Lohengrin shook some water out of his own bangs. "No, no... It's fine," he assured her. "I'd already been rained on any-- way..."
His voice faltered into silence as he looked down at her.
A sliver of watery light from the streetlamps crept into the alley at just the right angle... In it, the droplets caught in her long, feathery eyelashes glittered like diamonds. Her eyes, a bright yet somehow silvery blue, seemed to almost be luminous in the gloomy alleyway...
Feeling his eyes on her, she glanced up, then away, blushing.
After a moment, she met his eyes again.
The patter of the rain began to lighten around them, finally slowing to a stop.
"...Oh," Tutu murmured, still looking up into Lohengrin's face. "It-- seems to be stopping..."
Lohengrin nodded, giving a small hum of agreement.
"The rain, that is," she added. "It really didn't last very long at all..."
"Mmm," Lohengrin murmured, nodding again. Beneath his dark bangs, his brown eyes were soft, but intense. "It must have just been a cloudburst, or something like that," he added.
"Yes- you're right," Tutu agreed. "And- well--" Tucking some hair back behind her ear, she looked down. "Perhaps it's time we should- go back... Home, I mean. Or at the very least, we should leave this alleyway... It's-- quite cramped in here, isn't it?"
A curl of hair and feathers sprang back out from behind her ear, brushing against her cheek.
Reaching out, Lohengrin hesitated, then moved the unruly strands back from her face. "You're right," he murmured, hand lingering against her cheek. "It is..."
Blushing, Tutu glanced down shyly, but didn't pull away as he ran his thumb along her cheekbone.
"...But I don't mind," he continued, barely above a whisper. "Do you?"
"No," Tutu replied, shaking her head slightly. "Never... I could never mind being close to you, Lohengrin."
A smile quirked his lips. "Me neither," he whispered.
Other hand going to the small of her back, he pulled her closer. Her eyes drifted shut as he tilted her face up gently. Closing his own eyes, he lowered his head, and...
Step-thunk.
Step-thunk.
Step-thunk.
Lohengrin's eyes shot open, and he put his hand over Tutu's mouth. She gave a startled squeak, her own eyes flying open.
"Shh," he breathed urgently, pulling her further into the shadows. "Be still."
Face falling into a serious glower, he took his hand off her mouth, scanning their shadowy surroundings.
"L-Lohengrin?" Tutu asked, brow furrowing. "What's the matter?"
"Shh," he urged again, pushing her lightly behind him. "I think..." His left hand went to his right hip. With a smooth shing and a gleam of metal, he drew his sword.
"...Something's coming this way."
Her eyes widened, and she put a wing to her mouth.
Quietly, they stood, straining their ears.
Step-thunk.
Step-thunk.
Step-thunk.
Step-thunk--
Quick as a flash, Lohengrin jumped out of the shadows of the alley, stopping the approacher in their tracks.
"Don't move!" He ordered, sword already level with their throat.
The newcomer froze, giving a strangled squeak as the tip of the blade drew closer.
He was a small, jittery-looking little man-- even shorter than the petite Tutu. It was hard to make out details in the darkness, but rough black hair scraggled out beneath his flat cap. A moth-eaten purple scarf was wound around his neck, and he had a peg leg... Which was presumably responsible for the 'step-thunk' sound he made as he walked.
"Who are you?" Lohengrin demanded. "State your business."
"N-N-Nobody!" The little man insisted, in a voice that sounded like his throat was full of gravel. "Just passin' through, guv'nor-- honest!"
Lohengrin, apparently, didn't think much of his answer. "...Really," he stated flatly, quirking an eyebrow. "This late? On a wet night like this?"
"Ah-- eheheh..."
Squirming, the little peg-legged man fiddled with the ends of his scarf. "Well- ya know," he babbled nervously. "Sometimes you're out havin' a pint with the boys, an' you-- you- kinda lose track a' time... You know how it is, right?"
He tried a sheepish, crooked-toothed smile.
Lohengrin didn't return it. "...Mmm," he muttered, still scanning the man suspiciously. "Really..."
Tutu, who'd remained in the alleyway, watched from the shadows, eyes wide. One wing pressed to her mouth, she didn't hear the sounds behind her until it was nearly too late.
"AHH--!!"
At the sound of her cry, Lohengrin's eyes widened, and he whirled, diving back into the alleyway.
Another man- taller and bigger this time- had tried to squeeze himself into the other end of the alley. He was much too big to fit much more than his head, shoulders and one arm through...But that was more than enough for him to grab hold of Tutu's cloak, dragging her back towards him.
Fumbling at the cloak, she undid the ribbon clasp, running forward as it slipped from her shoulders.
"OI!" Her would-be assailant shouted, trying to scramble after her. "GET BACK 'ERE, YOU... Blimey-!" Dropping the empty cloak, he stared in mute shock as her white wings were fully revealed.
"PRINCESS!" Lohengrin shouted, diving forward. Grabbing her wing, he pulled her behind him as he jumped back, dodging out into the street.
"Rrrrr... C'MERE!" The twitchy little man growled, trying to snatch at the hem of her skirt as they passed. "You ain't goin' ANYWHERE, angel-face... AGH!"
The blade of Lohengrin's sword swished over his head, and he yelped, falling over backwards.
"Don't let go!" Lohengrin ordered, starting to sprint back the way they came. Clinging to his arm, she did her best to keep up, feet splashing over the wet cobblestones.
Suddenly, Lohengrin skidded to a halt.
"No... Where did they all COME from?!" He hissed.
More men were emerging from the shadows-- all rough-looking, thuggish men, wielding knives, makeshift clubs, and even a few metal pipes.
Tutu gasped, clutching urgently at his arm. "Oh! Lohengrin..."
Glancing back, he cursed under his breath. Even more thugs had materialized from the gloom, cutting them off from both sides.
"Well, well-- wouldja' look at that," one of them sneered. "Guess the Professor was right after all... We've got a little birdie 'ere, ripe for the caging!"
"What do you want?!" Lohengrin demanded, pushing Tutu behind him and raising his sword.
Glancing at each other, the men grinned, chuckling roughly. "With YOU? Nothin'," one of them called. "Nah, we just wants the little birdie over there!"
There was a derisive whistle from somewhere. "Yeah-- an' what a pretty little birdie she is, eh?"
Lohengrin's face darkened. "...Never," he growled, extending an arm protectively.
Tutu gasped quietly, pressing her knuckles to her lips as the circle of ruffians started to close in. "Lohengrin," she murmured, pressing herself closer to his back.
"It's alright," he assured her, eyes darting from threat to possible threat. "Stay close to me... I won't let them touch you."
Chuckling, the first of the attackers started to close in.
One of them- a large man wielding a plank- swung it at Lohengrin's head. He ducked under it, ponytail flying, and slashed the board in half, kicking him hard in the stomach. The man went flying back with a groan, bowling over several of his fellows in the process.
Another man lunged at him with a knife, and he dodged, bringing his sword up in a swift strike. Screaming in pain, the assailant dropped the knife, clutching at his injured hand.
"Lohengrin-- LOOK OUT!" Tutu cried.
A chain whistled through the air, wrapping around Lohengrin's right forearm. The chain-wielder tried to yank him closer, but he dug in his heels, striking at the chain with his sword. It snapped almost effortlessly, making its holder yelp and fall flat on his face as the tension vanished.
Growling, Lohengrin stamped on his hand with the heel of his boot. Tutu blanched, turning her face away.
There was a sickening crunch, and the man gave a pained shriek. Lohengrin kicked him back, tripping up more would-be attackers.
Limping through the throng, the peg-legged man grumbled in irritation.
"Rrr-- buncha' useless, no-good... Can't even deal with one stupid kid an' a lousy sword?!"
Stopping next to one of the thugs who hadn't yet rushed into the fray, he tugged at the other man's coat. " 'Ey-- JIMMY!" He snapped. "Gimme your gun!"
"Huh?" The man looked down, scowling at him. "What? How come?!"
"Just GIMME IT!" He retorted, snapping his fingers impatiently. "D'YOU wanna go back to the boss empty-handed, huh?!"
Scoffing, 'Jimmy' pulled a revolver out of his coat, handing it over reluctantly.
Scuttling through the crowd, the little man cackled under his breath. Ducking through someone's legs, he put the fingers of his free hand in his mouth, whistling sharply.
"Hey-- Prince Charmin'!" He yelled, grinning wickedly. "Try an' dodge THIS, eh?!"
He aimed the pistol at Tutu.
Lohengrin's eyes widened. "NO!"
Leaping in front of her, he pulled her against his chest, shielding her with his body just in time.
The gun fired. Lohengrin grunted in pain as the bullet struck the back of his left shoulder. His right arm tightened reflexively around her, sword dropping out of his other hand and clattering onto the ground.
"Lohengrin!" Tutu screamed, clutching at him as he wobbled, falling to one knee.
"Princess," he panted through gritted teeth, as the mob began to close in. "Run."
She shook her head insistently, eyes wide and panicked. "No, I can't... I won't leave you!"
"GO!" He urged, fumbling for the hilt of his sword. "You... AGH-!!"
One of the thugs had kicked his hand, sending it spinning away across the slippery ground. "Heheheh-- how'dya like THAT?!" The kicker demanded. "Looks like you ain't such a tough cove after all, are ya?"
He gave him another kick, this one square in the ribs this time. Lohengrin made an unpleasant wheezing noise, falling sideways. His head cracked loudly against the cobblestones.
"NO!" Tutu screamed, trying to rush to her stricken protector's side. "Stop! Don't hurt-- AAH!"
A heavily muscled man had grabbed her by the shoulder, wrenching her left wing behind her.
"Now, now... Come along, my little turtledove," he leered, giving her a broken-toothed grin. "You've got a very important gentleman waitin' for you... An' trust me, 'e ain't the kinda toff you should keep waitin'-- URGH...!!"
She elbowed him hard in the stomach with her free wing... And apparently, there was a lot more strength in that slender little body than met the eye. Wheezing, the man released her, bending double and clutching at his abdomen.
"Tutu," Lohengrin rasped, clutching at his shoulder and trying to struggle upright.
One of the other thugs hit him across the back with a length of pipe, sending him flying a few feet. He landed hard on his injured shoulder, giving another grunt of pain.
"STOP!" Tutu screamed, trying again to run to him. "Don't HURT him! Don't hurt-- NO! Please... PLEASE!"
Two men had grabbed her this time, one for each wing. She fought like a mad thing, struggling and thrashing as they dragged her back.
"Bloody 'ELL," one of them grunted. "She's lighter 'n a bloomin' feather, but... How's she so damn STRONG?!"
"Oi-- FIDGET!" The other one snapped. "Quit muckin' about with that gun and blow the damn whistle already!"
The little peg-legged man scoffed, putting the pistol in his pocket and fumbling underneath his scarf. "Alright, alright-- I'm GOIN', I'm GOIN'!" He snapped, pulling out a whistle on a length of manky cord.
Taking a deep breath, he blew it sharply.
The sound bounced off the buildings, followed by the crack of a whip, pounding hooves, and rattling wheels. A rickety two-horse carriage- essentially just a great box on wheels- bolted out of the shadows, skidding to a halt.
With another self-satisfied cackle, 'Fidget' bowed mockingly towards it. "Here's your ride, darlin'!" He sneered.
Someone kicked open the double doors on the back from the inside, and yet another unsavory-looking man stuck his head out. "Hurry-- get 'er in here!" He ordered.
" 'Ey-- what about this bloke?" One of the other hoodlums asked, kicking Lohengrin again. "We takin' him too, or what?"
"Him?" Fidget asked, scratching his nose dismissively. "Nah, nah-- boss just wants the girl! You wanna take care of 'im?"
A cruel chuckle went around the mob. "With pleasure," the hoodlum grinned.
Struggling up onto one elbow, Lohengrin tried to push himself up onto his hands. His injured arm buckled, and he fell hard onto the ground again.
"Sorry, loverboy," Fidget cackled. "Better luck next time! Heheheh!"
"LOHENGRIN!!" Tutu screamed. "Lohengrin, please-- oh, don't hurt him! Please, please don't hurt him!"
"C'mere, girlie," one of her captors grunted, starting to pull her towards the carriage. "Don't be difficult, now..."
The remaining thugs closed in around Lohengrin. Knuckles cracked, and weapons tapped against palms.
"STOP!" Tutu pleaded, tears welling up in her eyes as she thrashed and fought. "Stop it... STOP IT! DON'T HURT HIM-- PLEASE!!"
The first of the thugs raised a crowbar over his head, preparing to strike... But froze as a second whistle pierced through the night, far-off but still sharp.
Distantly, a bell began to ring, and the sound of many pairs of boots splashed across the cobblestones.
"It's the COPPERS!" Fidget shrieked. "We gotta go!"
Tossing Tutu into the decaying carriage like a bale of hay, the thug jumped in after her, yanking the doors shut behind him.
In a shockingly quick hobble, Fidget hopped up onto the footboard, slamming the bar latch down."YOU BOYS ARE ON YOUR OWN!" He yelled, as the moldering carriage sped off. "BETTER MAKE A RUN FOR IT!"
Cursing, the crowbar-holder gave Lohengrin one final kick as the mob scattered like insects, bolting into alleys and dank passages.
Coughing, the boy managed to push himself up onto one arm, hissing through his teeth.
"T-Tutu," he groaned, groping for his sword, even as his vision blurred from blood loss. "Tutu..."
His side throbbed in time with his shoulder, a blinding pain flashed through him, and he collapsed once more.
As a herd of frantic constables pounded onto the scene, his fingertips finally found the hilt of his sword.
He pulled it closer, tried to push himself up on it... And was hit on the back of the head with a police truncheon.
With the sound of his princess screaming his name still echoing in his ears, his world went black.
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
...Oh no. Cringe!!
Imma' keep it real with you guys, this was based on/inspired by a thread on one of my RP tumblr blogs. TBH, I haven't been active on there in, like, 4 years, but I'm trying to change that. I went back over my blog, rereading stuff, it just wouldn't leave my head.
So... Here it is, I guess.
The basics: This is obviously a human TGMD AU- the TGMD characters have replaced the respective Holmes characters. Basil and Dawson are already partners/roomies, but Ratigan is still alive.
...Don't worry about it.
As for the other characters- Tutu and Lohengrin- hoo boy. Where do I start.
First off, if you know the lore of the anime... I needed to give them a little bit of fluff/romance before everything started to go wrong. They deserve it. (I don't remember how to write romance, though. FML.)
Unfortunately, Ratboy had to go and rUIN IT. /
(My periodic reminder to watch Princess Tutu, by the way. These two characters are, like, SO far removed from the canon of the show that they should probably count as OCs at this point, though.)
The concept for this is taken from my own RP blog, which is for my personal interpretation/HC version of the 'original'/pre-series Princess Tutu, so, uhh...
...Aight, here's the basics.
Tutu is the princess of a Hidden Elf Village/Fantastic Nature Reserve/Outcast Refuge generic European fantasy island kingdom, Schwanensee (German for Swan Lake). She's also only half-human. Her dad was/is the opposite/reverse counterpart/whatever of the Monster Raven, the Swan King.
In this specific AU, he's Schwanensee's guardian deity/patron spirit. He might not technically be a 'god', but he's pretty close. He's the king of the light spirits- as in 'light/white vs. dark/black magic'. He's not really around, though, 'cause... Plot. Basically.
(The technical answer is, pretty much all of his power's wrapped up in protecting the island/keeping it hidden from outside/the whole magic doorway thing. But... Really, it's because plot.)
Her mom, unfortunately, got Disneyed. Sorry.
Tutu herself is-- well, she's basically a harpy, but without the bird legs. She's got wing arms, kind of like a feathered dinosaur. (And, no, she cannot fly... Although she has hollow bones, so she's a lot lighter than she 'should' be.)
Her hair also turns into feathers halfway down. It looks like a pink-to-white ombre bob from a distance... Not that that'd help much, since this is Victorian London, but whatever. (OK, they didn't have the word 'bob' for that hairstyle at the time, but WHATEVER.)
She's smol, gentle, innocent, kind- basically the quintessential fairytale princess/ingenue. (These types of characters are NOT boring, if they're written genuinely/with love. You can't change my mind.)
She's about 15 here. I headcanon that she (kinda, but also-not-really, it's a long story) died at 14, but. Hey. AU.
Lohengrin- well, he's nowhere near as surly as his canon counterpart, for one thing. He's serious, but definitely not as grumpy/edgy as Fakir. He's also got mild himbo/golden retriever undertones, but unfortunately he wasn't really able to show them off much here.
If he was a 'real' character, I'd want him to be voiced by Yuri Lowenthal- the voice he did for Davion in the DOTA anime, specifically. That's kind of the vibe I want him to have.
He's also Chivalry Personified, ESPECIALLY when it comes to his Tiny Angel GF. He's literally that 'you can threaten me/etc./but for the love of god don't touch her' quote that gets used for ship edit gif/photosets a lot. (Leave me and my classic shoujo/fairytale-style M/F Pairings Bias alone, dammit.)
He's 17, but he's only been 17 for a few months at this point. He's got long, dark hair (I can't decide between black, really dark brown, or the same/darker greenish as Fakir) in a high ponytail with an undercut, bangs, a few of those Viking/LOTR elf/dwarf braids. Sorry, they're cool. He's also definitely taller/more stacked than Fakir, but not overly bulky- he's very agile, but more of a fighter's build than dancer's.
Mytho/Siegfried/The Prince doesn't exist in this AU- he'd just make things more complicated, as would Ahiru/Fakir/Rue/etc. Like I said... AU.
Anyway, the worst swears in this are gonna be 'damn', 'hell'', and possibly 'bollocks'. For maximum Bri'ishness.
...I also don't remember how to write fight scenes. What DO I remember how to write at this point, honestly? Ugh.
Anyway, I got kinda lazy/tired, so the fight 'scene' was a little bit of a copout, I'll be the first to admit. Fidget really said 'parry this, you fcking casual' LMAOOOO
