The Little Mermaid
anonymous
September 7 2012, 23:55:30 UTC
'Far better than any dream girl is one of flesh and blood, one warm and caring, and right before your eyes...'
Grimsby has always thought of Eric as a son. He wants the best for the prince and is convinced from the very beginning that Ariel is 'the one' for Eric...but he also has a teeny crush on the girl himself. She's beautiful, kooky and vulnerable and Grim is determined to look out for her, even when it seems that Eric has lost his mind over the mysterious Vanessa.
So yeah, Grim worrying about Eric, hating on Vanessa (in his own polite gentlemanly fashion) and angsting over Ariel's future. Maybe he nurtures hopeless fantasies of marrying her himself if Eric goes ahead with his own spur of the moment wedding. He knows he's too old and not what she dreams of in a husband but wants to do the honourable thing and protect her and...omg just make me cry please!
Someone Leave a Raft for Me {the water's getting deep} - 1/2little_elfieAugust 27 2015, 14:38:54 UTC
Someone Leave a Raft for Me {the water's getting deep}It was a scant hour before sunset when Grimsby finally allowed himself a few moments respite from his duties, escaping the hustle and bustle of the castle on the pretence of taking Max for a walk along the beach. The dog was feeling neglected. He had been ignored by Eric, pushed aside for the first time in his short life, and Grim thought that he looked decidedly glum, or as close to glum as a dog could manage, huffing and puffing in a loud display of displeasure and shaking his shaggy head in despair at his master's strange behaviour
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Someone Leave a Raft for Me {the water's getting deep} - 2/2little_elfieAugust 27 2015, 14:40:21 UTC
Someone Leave a Raft for Me {the water's getting deep}
Ariel was vulnerable, she was exquisite and innocent, like fragile glass. A girl with no family or fortune, no past, no future. The fiends and villains of Eric's kingdom would make short work of such a feast. They would prey upon her, they would defile and destroy her, until nothing remained of the once lovely girl-child, nothing but a hollow shell, a carcass picked clean by ravenous jackals. She would begin as the mistress of some lord of the realm, a duke perhaps, kept in luxury and splendour, until her benefactor grew bored and passed her on to a lesser peer, and so on and so forth. She would descend further and further down the ranks, into misery and squalor, until she ended her days as a drudge or tavern slut, whoring herself to the masses for gin and coppers, old and worn out before her time.
"We won't let that happen," Grim told Max, "We'll keep her safe, won't we, boy?"
Max barked in agreement, wagging his tail.
"Perhaps, if she was willing, I could...no, no that's
( ... )
Grimsby has always thought of Eric as a son. He wants the best for the prince and is convinced from
the very beginning that Ariel is 'the one' for Eric...but he also has a teeny crush on the girl himself. She's beautiful, kooky and vulnerable and Grim is determined to look out for her, even when it seems that Eric has lost his mind over the mysterious Vanessa.
So yeah, Grim worrying about Eric, hating on Vanessa (in his own polite gentlemanly fashion) and angsting over Ariel's future. Maybe he nurtures hopeless fantasies of marrying her himself if Eric goes ahead with his own spur of the moment wedding. He knows he's too old and not what she dreams of in a husband but wants to do the honourable thing and protect her and...omg just make me cry please!
Really, brain?
Yes...really.
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Ariel was vulnerable, she was exquisite and innocent, like fragile glass. A girl with no family or fortune, no past, no future. The fiends and villains of Eric's kingdom would make short work of such a feast. They would prey upon her, they would defile and destroy her, until nothing remained of the once lovely girl-child, nothing but a hollow shell, a carcass picked clean by ravenous jackals. She would begin as the mistress of some lord of the realm, a duke perhaps, kept in luxury and splendour, until her benefactor grew bored and passed her on to a lesser peer, and so on and so forth. She would descend further and further down the ranks, into misery and squalor, until she ended her days as a drudge or tavern slut, whoring herself to the masses for gin and coppers, old and worn out before her time.
"We won't let that happen," Grim told Max, "We'll keep her safe, won't we, boy?"
Max barked in agreement, wagging his tail.
"Perhaps, if she was willing, I could...no, no that's ( ... )
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