Random, gratuitous ficcying
Have only one more day of freedom. It's quite depressing. Especially since it seems like I haven't had time to breath as it is in the last few days.
Have finally sent ficbit to maniacalmuse. Sorry for the wait, loff.
And, just because, random Marcus/Penny ficlet. Also for maniacalmuse, unless of course by some random chance there are other fans of M/P reading this. XP
When she was four, she fell in love with the fairytales her parents told her before she went to bed. She lay awake, looking out at the stars, and wondered if one day she would find a frog that would turn into a prince just for her.
When she was five, she found out that frogs were not that fun to kiss, and she never did find one that turned into a prince.
When she was eight, she’d stopped believing in fairytales and magic, but when it was late and no one was watching, she still looked out at the stars and thought about her prince.
When she was eleven, she discovered that magic was real. She was whisked away to an enchanted castle, and started to wonder if perhaps she’d been wrong to stop believing.
When she was fourteen, she put on her dress robes to go to her first ball. She felt like a princess for the first time in years.
When she was sixteen, she met a prince. He had red hair and freckles, he was intelligent and chivalrous, and he carried himself like she knew a prince should. She fell in love, and began to think her fairytale had come true.
When she was seventeen, she found out that happily ever after doesn’t exist. Tears streamed down her face as she gazed up into the night sky. There were more dresses and more princes, but none of them ever made her feel royal again.
Until, when she was eighteen, she found a most unlikely prince. At first he had seemed harsh, not regal at all. But he took her out under the stars, and with a kiss he showed her that sometimes princes do come in disguise. She began to wonder why she’d ever bothered with frogs; she’d found her prince, and her dreams had come true, and all she’d had to do was kiss a Snake.
Have finally sent ficbit to maniacalmuse. Sorry for the wait, loff.
And, just because, random Marcus/Penny ficlet. Also for maniacalmuse, unless of course by some random chance there are other fans of M/P reading this. XP
When she was four, she fell in love with the fairytales her parents told her before she went to bed. She lay awake, looking out at the stars, and wondered if one day she would find a frog that would turn into a prince just for her.
When she was five, she found out that frogs were not that fun to kiss, and she never did find one that turned into a prince.
When she was eight, she’d stopped believing in fairytales and magic, but when it was late and no one was watching, she still looked out at the stars and thought about her prince.
When she was eleven, she discovered that magic was real. She was whisked away to an enchanted castle, and started to wonder if perhaps she’d been wrong to stop believing.
When she was fourteen, she put on her dress robes to go to her first ball. She felt like a princess for the first time in years.
When she was sixteen, she met a prince. He had red hair and freckles, he was intelligent and chivalrous, and he carried himself like she knew a prince should. She fell in love, and began to think her fairytale had come true.
When she was seventeen, she found out that happily ever after doesn’t exist. Tears streamed down her face as she gazed up into the night sky. There were more dresses and more princes, but none of them ever made her feel royal again.
Until, when she was eighteen, she found a most unlikely prince. At first he had seemed harsh, not regal at all. But he took her out under the stars, and with a kiss he showed her that sometimes princes do come in disguise. She began to wonder why she’d ever bothered with frogs; she’d found her prince, and her dreams had come true, and all she’d had to do was kiss a Snake.