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[Feb 21] [Princess Tutu] Insignificant
Title: Insignificant
Day/Theme: Feb. 21 - "Love me little, love me long"
Series: Princess Tutu
Character/Pairing: Fakiru (Fakir/Duck), Drosselmeyer
Rating: G
A duck is a tiny, insignificant animal. With their waddling walk and awkward quacks, they’re the feathered punchline of the animal kingdom.
There was one duck in particular that was always acutely aware of her place in things. She may have seemed like a girl on the outside, with her red hair tied in a braid and freckles on her cheeks, but she knew better—a girlish figure couldn’t hide her waddle, her human voice still came out like awkward squawks. She knew she was small and clumsy as well. She never denied it. She was aware how embarrassing her secret was. She was aware that it was a silly, even crazy wish to hope to save a prince.
But that didn’t stop her from wishing.
It was that quirk of her personality that drew the two writers to her. The first writer, wild-eyed and with clothing as bright as a peacock’s feathers, was drawn to her determination because it amused him. What do you really think you could do? he asked quietly when he witnessed the little bird making a wish. Do you really think a duck could change the course of a tragedy?
But still, she wished, and oh how he laughed at it. What an interesting little bird! She so greatly amused him that he couldn’t resist including her in the story…her wish, so silly for a bird, would surely be a beautifully bittersweet addition to his grand tragedy, much like the Princess’s original role. A beautiful little flourish, sacrificing herself for her love.
The other writer, however, hardly paid her a second glance when he first ran across her. Oh, she was odd, to be sure, but he didn’t have time to waste on silly girls. He had a mission, a purpose to complete, one that wasn’t going to be hindered by anyone, much-less a girl who waddled and quacked.
But the maddening thing about her is that he couldn’t ignore her for long—she flat-out refused to be ignored. Every time he had decided she wasn’t worth paying any mind, she’d burst into his conscious again, flapping her arms like wings and causing more troubles for his Prince. She was an eyesore, an irritant—frankly, just damn annoying. Some people didn’t know how to stay out of other people’s business, no matter how often he’d try to drill it into their heads.
But still the girl smiled and wished and dreamed, her blue eyes sparkling with hope and her clumsy steps nonetheless bouncy. The more he watched her, the more the boy couldn’t help but wonder when it was that he had forgotten how smile and wish and dream, and maybe she wasn’t such an eyesore, and maybe even a duck could have hope, and even a useless knight could change the world and maybe, just maybe, if he was cautious, this time he wouldn’t…
That was why it was a shock to see her drowning in Despair. To see her drifting deeper and deeper into darkness, pushed along by his own hand and her love. (Ironic, he thought vaguely in between his panicked, unheard pleas. Ironic that the love that had been steadily pulling him into light would be having the opposite affect on her.)
He wasn’t sure how he was able to ignore the pain in his bleeding hand or speak steadily and calmly to her. All he knew for sure is what he had said to her was true—it didn’t matter if she was only a duck, and he wouldn’t ever leave her. That ‘quirk’ of her personality, that light—it couldn’t ever be extinguished. Both of them depended on it. And so he pulled her back up out of Despair, and sent her away fully knowing it would mean he’d never again see her red hair or freckles or her girlish figure (but the waddle would be there) or hear her voice (except in squawks). Because those things didn’t matter, really. It wouldn’t stop her from wishing, and it wouldn’t stop him from…
A duck is a tiny, insignificant animal, they say.
Funny, the writer thought as he quickly scratched out a line, his hand idly patting the top of the duck’s head. She doesn’t seem so insignificant to me.
Day/Theme: Feb. 21 - "Love me little, love me long"
Series: Princess Tutu
Character/Pairing: Fakiru (Fakir/Duck), Drosselmeyer
Rating: G
A duck is a tiny, insignificant animal. With their waddling walk and awkward quacks, they’re the feathered punchline of the animal kingdom.
There was one duck in particular that was always acutely aware of her place in things. She may have seemed like a girl on the outside, with her red hair tied in a braid and freckles on her cheeks, but she knew better—a girlish figure couldn’t hide her waddle, her human voice still came out like awkward squawks. She knew she was small and clumsy as well. She never denied it. She was aware how embarrassing her secret was. She was aware that it was a silly, even crazy wish to hope to save a prince.
But that didn’t stop her from wishing.
It was that quirk of her personality that drew the two writers to her. The first writer, wild-eyed and with clothing as bright as a peacock’s feathers, was drawn to her determination because it amused him. What do you really think you could do? he asked quietly when he witnessed the little bird making a wish. Do you really think a duck could change the course of a tragedy?
But still, she wished, and oh how he laughed at it. What an interesting little bird! She so greatly amused him that he couldn’t resist including her in the story…her wish, so silly for a bird, would surely be a beautifully bittersweet addition to his grand tragedy, much like the Princess’s original role. A beautiful little flourish, sacrificing herself for her love.
The other writer, however, hardly paid her a second glance when he first ran across her. Oh, she was odd, to be sure, but he didn’t have time to waste on silly girls. He had a mission, a purpose to complete, one that wasn’t going to be hindered by anyone, much-less a girl who waddled and quacked.
But the maddening thing about her is that he couldn’t ignore her for long—she flat-out refused to be ignored. Every time he had decided she wasn’t worth paying any mind, she’d burst into his conscious again, flapping her arms like wings and causing more troubles for his Prince. She was an eyesore, an irritant—frankly, just damn annoying. Some people didn’t know how to stay out of other people’s business, no matter how often he’d try to drill it into their heads.
But still the girl smiled and wished and dreamed, her blue eyes sparkling with hope and her clumsy steps nonetheless bouncy. The more he watched her, the more the boy couldn’t help but wonder when it was that he had forgotten how smile and wish and dream, and maybe she wasn’t such an eyesore, and maybe even a duck could have hope, and even a useless knight could change the world and maybe, just maybe, if he was cautious, this time he wouldn’t…
That was why it was a shock to see her drowning in Despair. To see her drifting deeper and deeper into darkness, pushed along by his own hand and her love. (Ironic, he thought vaguely in between his panicked, unheard pleas. Ironic that the love that had been steadily pulling him into light would be having the opposite affect on her.)
He wasn’t sure how he was able to ignore the pain in his bleeding hand or speak steadily and calmly to her. All he knew for sure is what he had said to her was true—it didn’t matter if she was only a duck, and he wouldn’t ever leave her. That ‘quirk’ of her personality, that light—it couldn’t ever be extinguished. Both of them depended on it. And so he pulled her back up out of Despair, and sent her away fully knowing it would mean he’d never again see her red hair or freckles or her girlish figure (but the waddle would be there) or hear her voice (except in squawks). Because those things didn’t matter, really. It wouldn’t stop her from wishing, and it wouldn’t stop him from…
A duck is a tiny, insignificant animal, they say.
Funny, the writer thought as he quickly scratched out a line, his hand idly patting the top of the duck’s head. She doesn’t seem so insignificant to me.