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likeafairytale · 3 months
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"I always thought that princes got to choose their own destiny. I guess I was wrong." - Yasmeen to Malachai when seeing the pressure he's under
“This is just a myth, nothing else.”
Malachai shrugged, looking at the status of Farore in front of him. The prince wasn't a pious man, but he found himself being drawn to the place quite often lately. The fact that Yasmeen was there during her free time probably play a role in it, for her presence was quite relaxing to him, but he did not want to admit it just yet. As usual, they were silent, they did not need words, they were both content with the silence, which was perfect for Malachai. The man loved his siblings, but they were real chatterboxes sometimes, and the church was the only place here where he could avoid his brother and sister, for none of them would dare disturb such a sacred place. Yasmeen wasn't the talkative kind of girl, and it was refreshing. She wasn't trying to pierce through his shell, it even seemed that she was happy with him being silent.
“I thought that if I was staying in the Fae kingdom, I could avoid my responsibility, but it seemed that I was completely wrong.” He sighed, before looking at Yasmeen who had her eyes on him.
“What are you going to do?”
“What my father want me to do. Meet the ladies he'll send for me.” He answered, but Yasmeen could see that it wasn't the answer he wanted to give her. “I really was hoping that Morgana will reject my father request to send them here.”
“The High Queen isn't threatened by young ladies, even less if they come from the sea.”
“Is that an insult?”
“Not at all, just an observation.”
The prince laughed a little, and he felt a bit more relax now. Yasmeen had this effect on him, every time he was tense, he just needed to spend a few hours with the servant for him to forget what was troubling him. Sometimes, when she wasn't there, he just needed to think about her smile for him to feel better. But right now, it seemed that the young girl's presence wasn't enough to make him forget the discussion he had with his father, a few hours sooner. Triton had had enough of his little game of avoidance. He knew that if his eldest son was so often at the Seelie Court, it wasn't only to make sure his sister was safe, but also to avoid his duty, and the duty he was avoiding the most was marriage.
Triton started to talk about it a few months back, and Malachai did not think much about it. He knew that, as the eldest, he should have been married a long time ago, but with Calypso's ordeal, he succeeded to deflect the situation. But now that things were settled, he knew he couldn't escape anymore. But the High King of the ocean was growing tired of his son's game, and was becoming more insistent in the idea of marrying him. If Malachai did not want to come meet the bachelorette his father found for him, then they will come to him instead. The prince knew that, with a pending war against the fae, Triton wanted to be sure he'll secure his bloodline. He did not know why it was so important for his father, for he knew he'll never give his throne, so having an heir shouldn't be his priority.
“You do not want to see them.” Yasmeen said, which bring him back to reality, and it was more an observation than a question.
“I do not want that, no...” Malachai admit before sighing.
“Why? I mean, maybe you'll find a match among them.” She whispered, and Malachai thought he heard a bit of resentment, and the perspective of that made him smile a little, but he might have imagined it.
“You know perfectly why.”
To go with his words, he slowly and softly put his hand on Yasmeen's one. He thought, for a minute, that she would withdraw her hand, break the physical contact that he was daring to make, but she did not. She even surprised him by squeezing his hand, while looking in front of her. They stay silent, holding hands like children would do when they are in love. This was the only physical contact they allowed themselves to have in a semi-public place, here, in the church. No one ever came here, they knew it, so they knew they wouldn't be disturbed or caught, but that does not mean they weren't careful, they were constantly on the look-out. Even now, when they knew they were at peace, alone, they couldn't help but look behind them to be sure no one sneaked into the church without their knowledge.
The only place they allowed themselves to be open and affectionate was in Malachai's room. And yet, even there it was quite hard for both of them to be truly affectionate with one another, for both of them weren't used to it. Sometimes, the prince was envious to his sister and brother, who were showered with love by their mother growing up, making them more comfortable to express their feelings. Malachai had to grow up in a strict environment, with Triton, who believed that physical contact and love were just weaknesses.
The merman did not let go of Yasmeen's hand, although he knew he should. To be honest, he was craving for more, he wanted to hug her, tell her how lovely she looked right now, and most importantly, that he loved her. He wanted to say those words again and again, but he did not have the luxury to do it outside the comfort of his room.
“Believe me when I say I don't want to do this.”
“I do believe you.”
“But I can't go against my father.”
“I know that.” Yasmeen showed no emotion, like usual, but she squeezed his hand a little more, and he liked to believe she was as annoyed as he was by his father's decision. “When are they coming?”
“In two days.”
“That means we won't be able to see each other as much.”
“I wish things were different. For us.”
“Do you wish I was noble blood?”
“I wish I wasn't a prince.”
The girl looked at him, quite surprised by such words. She really thought Malachai was quite content with his status, just like his sister was, but right now she was seeing a different side of him. A prince with too much responsibility on his shoulders, someone his father was asking too much from. Someone who would never be able to leave the life he wanted and deserved. It was the first time the merman voiced those words. It wasn't the first time he thought them, many times in the past he was wishing he wasn't a prince, at least not the firstborn, but it was the first time he felt comfortable enough to confess it to someone. After that, they stayed silent. They both did not know what to say more. After a moment, Malachai kissed the back of Yasmeen's hand, that he was still holding. He did not want to break this only physical contact they had, but he had too. It's with a heavy heart that he let go of her, before standing and adjusting his jacket.
“Will you come tonight? We can discuss a strategy for me to avoid those boring ladies.”
“I'll be there, yes.” She answered with amusement, and he couldn't help but smile.
“With a bit of luck, Aeron will distract them all from me.”
“I do think that he will definitively try.” This time she laughed, and his heart missed a beat to the sound of it. He once again took her hand, before kissing it, making her smile in the process.
“I'll see you around, Meena.” He said before quietly leave the church.
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icanbeyourgenie · 7 months
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HALLOWEEN APPRECIATION MONTH | week 1: favorite character "I've gone to take my throne above"
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likeafairytale · 3 months
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“ Do you want to try too? Surely you can't be as bad as your sister. ” – Yasmeen to Malachai, while she's ice skating with Calypso
“Hey!” Calypso yelled, a bit offended.
Yasmeen tried to hide her amusement, but she couldn't. She wasn't wrong, though, Calypso was struggling to stay steady on the ice and almost fell more than once. Malachai couldn't help but laugh at the view of his sister, and while she came closer to him, she hit his shoulder, making him jumped. He pretended she hurt him, and she seemed proud of herself, which made her brother smile with amusement. The merman stayed in the bank of the frozen lake, while holding his sister, who was still struggling to stay on her feet.
His attention was now on the frozen lake. It was the first time he saw one, and he had to admit it was mesmerizing. It was Calypso's first winter in the Fae Kingdom, –and so his first one too– and winter was full of surprise. The snow, the cold, the warm clothes, the hot cocoa, the fireplace always burning, and Christmas, something the merfolks did not celebrate under the sea. It was a strange season, Malachai thought. Winter did not exist under the sea, obviously there were a change in the current, the water was a bit colder than usual, but it was hard to tell the difference as they were living in deep water, and water there was always colder than the rest of the ocean. And if Calypso welcomed the new season with open arms, it wasn't the case for Malachai.
“No, I came to say goodbye.”
“Goodbye?” Calypso repeated, a bit confused. “Why? Where are you going?”
“Back home.”
“When?”
“Tonight...”
Malachai suddenly felt unease when he saw how distraught she now was. She let go of his hand, even if that meant almost falling once again, and stepped back, the best she could, with Yasmeen's help. The maid did not let go of the princess, and the latter shook her head at her brother's words, because she did not want to accept them.
“But why?..”
“Duty calls me.”
“Can't you ignore it? We were supposed to celebrate Christmas together, it's our first Christmas, Malachai!” She whined and he grimaced. The merman hated to break his sister's heart, and he knew how much she hated seeing him or Nathaniel leave the Fae Kingdom, not only because that means she was loosing her support system, but also because unlike them, she could not go back to the ocean, which she was jealous.
“I'm sorry, little sister, but I have to. We can celebrate next year. And you won't be alone, Nathaniel stays here.”
“It won't be the same without you!” She screamed, her eyes full of tears. Her eyes were burning now, because of the cold, and she violently let go of Yasmeen's hand that she was still holding. The little mermaid then took off her skates, –not without difficulties– before running away straight to the castle.
“Calypso, come back. Cally don't be childish.”
But it was too late, the girl was already far away. Malachai sighed to her behaviour while shaking his head. He looked at his sister while she was running, and he promised himself that he will bring back her favourite treat, and probably some of her shells that she was collecting in order to be forgiven.
“The sirens again?”
Yasmeen's question brought Malachai's attention back to her. She shyly handed him her hand, and it took a few second for Malachai to understand what she was silently asking. Shaking his head, he softly took her hand, and that physical contact sent a shiver in his spine. He noticed that Yasmeen, too, quivered, but maybe it was just his imagination, maybe she was just cold. He helped her leave the frozen lake and sat on the bench next to her while she took off her skate in order to put her shoes on.
“No, not this time.” He confessed, and Malachai hesitated for a split second, but he then added: “The Selkies. Apparently, they are unhappy with the treaty father proposed, and they threaten to follow the sirens if we do not hear them out. Father is too stubborn to listen to them, so I said I will, in order to keep the peace.”
He was a bit surprised to be so open with her about the merfolks politics. A little part of him wasn't sure if he should discuss it to Yasmeen who was, after all, one of Morgana's maid. But keeping all of it for himself, without no one to confide was weighing on his shoulders. Plus, last time they had problem with the sirens, her helped and knowledge of battle strategy helped them to keep the Norwegian sea. He owed her his home after all. He silently looked at her, studying her facial expression, and he could tell she was lost in her thought. Yasmeen was a real mystery, and he wanted to be the one to pierce her shield. He was waiting for questions, about politics and probably what would be his strategy, but none of that came.
“You know, if you were more open with her, maybe she wouldn't be so mad about you leaving.”
“I cannot tell her, or Nathaniel. It would put unnecessary worries on them, they do not need that.”
“It's their home too, they deserve to know.”
“Not now. Please, can it stay between us?”
“I promise.” He smiled to those words, and she smiled back. To that he couldn't help but blush a little, for she had a pretty smile. “How long will you be gone?”
“Three months.”
“Oh...” She whispered, visibly surprised. Malachai loved to think that she was sad, or disappointed, but he did not want to ask, so he simply shrugged.
“Negotiation took longer than a battle sometimes.”
“This isn't the only reason why you are leaving, am I right?”
“What do you mean?”
“I watched you while you were coming. You limp.”
“You watched me?” He smiled, and she seemed unease, which made him laughed a little. “Is it that obvious?”
“More than usual, at least.”
“I admit that I also try to avoid winter, I do not enjoy it very much...”
He nodded to those words and couldn't help but grimace a little. He thought he had it under control, but visibly he was wrong. The merman was hoping that no one else noticed it except Yasmeen. The cold was chilling his bones and waking up some old wound that did not heal properly, like his limp. So yes, he took the disagreement with the Selkies as an opportunity to go back to the sea and avoid the cold that was winter. Yasmeen had a little laugh at his words, and that made his heart missed a beat. Here was the song that he probably loved the most. A smile took place on his face, happy to have made her laugh.
When she looked at him, he suddenly realized how close they were. He might have come closer during their conversation, without realizing it, and she probably did not realize too, because she did not move at all. For a few minutes, they looked at each other, silently, as they used to. None of them moved. This proximity, although unusual between them, was welcomed by both. The merman wanted to hold her hand, and he was ready to take it, when he heard the crispy noise of the snow, meaning that someone was coming from behind. Immediately, Yasmeen stood up, and Malachai backed up in the bench, looking away. He noticed that it was just a servant passing by, no one important, but the fear of being caught was still there. The girl cleared her throat while gathering hers and Calypso's skates.
“I should go make sure the princess is alright.”
“Yasmeen, wait.” He started, and he almost regretted it. She turned around, looking at him with curiosity in her eyes, and he cursed himself for acting before thinking. Malachai listened, making sure they were just the two of them, before timidly saying: “I... I'm going to miss you.” He could that the girl was trying to hide how surprised she was by his words. She stayed silent, and he couldn't blame her. He probably took her aback, and to be honest, he did not expect her to answer anything to him. “Anyway, tell my siblings I'll make it up to them when I'll come back. And... I'll bring you back a souvenir.” He finally said, an awkward smile on his face, before leaving the Fae Kingdom.
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likeafairytale · 3 months
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I think this kind of love is wonderful.
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likeafairytale · 7 months
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The Blackwater siblings - aesthetic
"The ocean is in our bloods"
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likeafairytale · 2 months
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(insp.)
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likeafairytale · 2 months
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That is what you are looking for. That is the true love you deserve.
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likeafairytale · 2 months
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Heaven is a place we could live together
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likeafairytale · 2 months
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#two halves of a whole idiot
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likeafairytale · 2 months
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"And if... the only thing I want from you is friendship... How would you react?" - Yasmeen to Malachai, slightly afraid of his reaction but trying her best not to show it
Malachai's heart broke to those words. He tried to not show how her words affected him, and he wasn't sure he truly succeeded. The man toyed with his signet ring, while listening to the fire cracking in the fireplace. His room was so quiet right now that this was the only noise him and Yasmeen could here; the fire cracking, and the noise of the clock in the room who now stroke midnight. Malachai was honest with Yasmeen tonight, he told her that he wanted more than a friendship. He finally, after a few days thinking of it, build the courage to ask her on a proper date, but the answer wasn't what he was expected. To be honest, he didn't truly know what he was expected.
He was a prince. A crown prince who will inherit the throne at his father's death. He wasn't some random young adult, to ask people out. He did not know why he asked her so suddenly. But Yasmeen had this gift of making him do things he wouldn't do usually. She made him go out of his comfort zone, and he liked that about her. There were a blank during one of their conversation, and the words came out by themselves, as if he wasn't thinking anymore, which wasn't like him; Malachai was more the kind to overthink things. But not this time. Never with Yasmeen.
He knew he loved people before. But he also knew he never truly was in love with people, until Yasmeen at least. After a few weeks, and observing his siblings' behaviour, he could confidently say he was in love with her. He thought of her every day, and every night, and was looking forward to their secret meetings. One time, the girl didn't show up in the church for some reason, and Malachai was in a bad mood all day –poor Nathaniel had to endure his brother that day. The point was that the young girl was in his mind constantly, he couldn't get her out of his system. It didn't get better after they kissed a few times.
After a moment, Malachai, who was fixing the fire all this time, finally looked at Yasmeen, who couldn't look him in the eyes, and he realized that, as good as she was at not showing her emotion, she couldn't truly hide to him the fact that she was scared, and he could understand. A maid rejecting the advance of a crown prince was pretty daring. The merman felt bad that he was sad, when it was obvious that Yasmeen would felt worse. He cleared his throat and sat correctly on his chair, before looking at the board game in from of him and moving his pawn.
“I'd be saddened, but I'd respect your choice. And accept it.” He finally said bringing her attention on him. She played her game, before looking at him quite wary.
“Would you?”
“Of course.”
“Many men wouldn't listen to a woman's opinion in the matter. Especially a servant's one...”
“You are not just a servant to me.”
He looked up from the game, and their eyes met. His heart missed a beat, and he felt as if someone punched him, as if he did not have any air in his lungs. It was just a look, but it was enough to unsettle him. Being unsettled, he looked back at the game and play his move.
“And you are not just any man to me.”
“Of course I'm not.” He said with amusement and arrogance which seemed to amuse Yasmeen who played her turned.
“What I mean is, to me, you're not just a prince. You're a person to me.”
He said nothing. He was too taken aback by her response for being able to say anything. They had endless discussion about how Malachai didn't feel like he was someone. How he did not feel like he was something else than a prince, and that it was the only thing that matter about him. This was hard to handle, and something he never said to anybody before, except Yasmeen. So her words meant a lot to him. Still quiet, he looked back at the fire cracking, before sighing a little. He thought it was a silent sigh, but she seemed to have heard him, because she slowly put her hand on his arm, bringing back his attention to her. When he looked at her, he wanted to kiss her, but he wasn't sure he was allowed to do it. So he restrained himself, which was hard. She might have noticed his eyes lingering on her lips because she broke off the physical contact, and Malachai felt bad about what happened. He looked away, blushing a little.
“I'm glad you don't see me like any prince.”
“That's because you're not any prince that we cannot b-”
“I know.” He cut her short quickly, because he did not want to hear those words. “I know too well... Like I said, I will accept your answer. Whatever it is.”
“I have to decline. I'm sorry.”
“It's all right.” He answered with a sad smile, and she smiled the same way. “Friendship sounds perfectly fine to me.”
She seemed relaxed now, and he felt a bit better. Maybe it wasn't what he was hoping, but it was better than nothing, right? At least she still wanted to be around him, she could have rejected him and left right away. Of course, he was saddened, but he realized that Yasmeen wellbeing and her comfort were more important than anything to him right now. The tension in the room was eased, and they even add some laughter to the noises of the clock and the fire.
“Now, as a friend, would you explain to me how you always win at checkers? That's a child's game and I can't even win a single game!”
“That's because you aren't a really good player.”
“Ouch.”
“You asked a friend's explanation.”
“You didn't have to be so rude!” He pouted, and she laughed. “One last game, please.”
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likeafairytale · 2 months
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"Even though they were separated for centuries, Malachai and Ursula have an unbreakable bond."
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likeafairytale · 2 months
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— Normal People, Sally Rooney
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(insp.)
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likeafairytale · 2 months
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#insults IS a love language when siblings do it
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likeafairytale · 2 months
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#trying to talk sense into your psycho twin sister like
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likeafairytale · 2 months
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#are they really your siblings if you don't bully them constantly?
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