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musicplaying_on2011-11-16 03:56 pm
hasperkynipples) wrote in musicplaying_on2011-11-16 03:56 pm
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mystic falls } { i'm green and it is fine
Once upon a time, Dean was a man.
He was a prince, actually. The heir apparent to the tiny kingdom of Lawrence. He was a man with parents, a brother who looked up to him, and the world at his fingertips. He was aware of what was expected of him, but that didn’t stop him from enjoying his life. The food, the luxuries—even the women.
Possibly a bit too much with the women.
It wasn’t that Dean had a reputation, he was simply charming, or at least that was what he liked to believe. Visiting princesses, the ladies of the court—some of them he bedded and some he didn’t, but he always endeared himself to earn their affections, and usually he got what he wanted. And then he met Ruby.
Ruby was elusive. She was mysterious and aloof and with all the charm in his possession, he never seemed to gain any ground with her. Sam teased him about his obsession with this girl, Castiel warned him not to get too close, but Dean didn’t listen. Everything else fell away and all he cared about was having this woman. He thought he had found the one that could actually hold his attention for more than a night. He thought he had found one who could actually challenge him.
He chased her for weeks. Parties, making time to see her during the day, making trips to town just hoping to catch a glimpse of her—none of it seemed to garner the results that he wanted, and he wasn’t sure what it was about this girl that had him so driven, but he had to know more about her. He had to know, more than anything else. In the end, that need to know was the end of him, because when he finally had her, he lost everything.
“You would bed me, then?” She had backed him to the quiet alcove of one of the hallways, fingers trailing against his chest. “Court me, make me your queen?”
“Of course,” he murmured, his fingers slipping up to trail his fingers through her dark hair. “We would rule this realm together.”
“Hmmm. We could.” She pushed up on her toes, before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “But this would be easier.”
The next thing Dean knew, everything was changing. He was in pain as his body shifted and twisted, and by the time the haze cleared and he realized what had happened, he was a frog. He was a frog sitting at the feet of a witch. “What did you do to me?”
“I got you out of the way,” she replied, picking him up and balancing him in her palms. “When they find out your gone, your brother and I will bond in our grief, and soon I’ll become his queen. And when he takes power—I’ll take it for myself.”
“You won’t get away with this,” he growled, determined. “I’ll find a way to break the spell.”
“To break the spell, you need to befriend a princess. Get her to fall in love with you, share her plate with you, share her bed with you,” she smirked. “And since the spell was sealed with a kiss, it can only be broken with a kiss. You tell me, fair prince. How likely do you think a maiden will be to fall for a frog, let alone kiss one?”
“I’ll find a way.” He had to. He wasn’t going to let her destroy his younger brother the way she had destroyed him. “You haven’t seen the end of me yet.”
“Sure,” she said as she waved a hand. “Good luck with that.”
Those were the last words he heard before he was dropped into the clear cold water of a lake. He tried to kick and swim to the surface, to gain himself a little buoyancy, but it took some time. Everything was going to take time. Until further notice, he was stuck as a frog. And now that he was away from the witch, he couldn’t help but think that she was probably right. There was no way he would be able to get a princess to fall in love with him, let alone kiss him when he was trapped like this. So he shut down. He let the instincts of the animal take over, and the bits of him that were human fall away, until there was nothing left. Days faded to weeks, weeks faded to months, months to years, and soon Dean barely even remembered who he was. He was just another frog.
That is, until the pool that he was living in was disturbed by a gentle splash.
He was a prince, actually. The heir apparent to the tiny kingdom of Lawrence. He was a man with parents, a brother who looked up to him, and the world at his fingertips. He was aware of what was expected of him, but that didn’t stop him from enjoying his life. The food, the luxuries—even the women.
Possibly a bit too much with the women.
It wasn’t that Dean had a reputation, he was simply charming, or at least that was what he liked to believe. Visiting princesses, the ladies of the court—some of them he bedded and some he didn’t, but he always endeared himself to earn their affections, and usually he got what he wanted. And then he met Ruby.
Ruby was elusive. She was mysterious and aloof and with all the charm in his possession, he never seemed to gain any ground with her. Sam teased him about his obsession with this girl, Castiel warned him not to get too close, but Dean didn’t listen. Everything else fell away and all he cared about was having this woman. He thought he had found the one that could actually hold his attention for more than a night. He thought he had found one who could actually challenge him.
He chased her for weeks. Parties, making time to see her during the day, making trips to town just hoping to catch a glimpse of her—none of it seemed to garner the results that he wanted, and he wasn’t sure what it was about this girl that had him so driven, but he had to know more about her. He had to know, more than anything else. In the end, that need to know was the end of him, because when he finally had her, he lost everything.
“You would bed me, then?” She had backed him to the quiet alcove of one of the hallways, fingers trailing against his chest. “Court me, make me your queen?”
“Of course,” he murmured, his fingers slipping up to trail his fingers through her dark hair. “We would rule this realm together.”
“Hmmm. We could.” She pushed up on her toes, before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “But this would be easier.”
The next thing Dean knew, everything was changing. He was in pain as his body shifted and twisted, and by the time the haze cleared and he realized what had happened, he was a frog. He was a frog sitting at the feet of a witch. “What did you do to me?”
“I got you out of the way,” she replied, picking him up and balancing him in her palms. “When they find out your gone, your brother and I will bond in our grief, and soon I’ll become his queen. And when he takes power—I’ll take it for myself.”
“You won’t get away with this,” he growled, determined. “I’ll find a way to break the spell.”
“To break the spell, you need to befriend a princess. Get her to fall in love with you, share her plate with you, share her bed with you,” she smirked. “And since the spell was sealed with a kiss, it can only be broken with a kiss. You tell me, fair prince. How likely do you think a maiden will be to fall for a frog, let alone kiss one?”
“I’ll find a way.” He had to. He wasn’t going to let her destroy his younger brother the way she had destroyed him. “You haven’t seen the end of me yet.”
“Sure,” she said as she waved a hand. “Good luck with that.”
Those were the last words he heard before he was dropped into the clear cold water of a lake. He tried to kick and swim to the surface, to gain himself a little buoyancy, but it took some time. Everything was going to take time. Until further notice, he was stuck as a frog. And now that he was away from the witch, he couldn’t help but think that she was probably right. There was no way he would be able to get a princess to fall in love with him, let alone kiss him when he was trapped like this. So he shut down. He let the instincts of the animal take over, and the bits of him that were human fall away, until there was nothing left. Days faded to weeks, weeks faded to months, months to years, and soon Dean barely even remembered who he was. He was just another frog.
That is, until the pool that he was living in was disturbed by a gentle splash.
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She had been riding one of their horses as she often loved to do when the clasp slipped and the chain fell from her neck. She tried to catch it before it could get away from her, but with no luck.
She pulled the reigns and turned the horse before dismounting and searching the area for where it may have landed.
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His eyes cut through the water as the necklace sank, dropping further into the water and more out of Lana's reach. She was a pretty girl, one of the local founding families, from what he could gather from the chatter. He was still convinced that the curse was never going to be broken, but that didn't mean he couldn't at least try.
"I could fetch that for you."
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"Who's there? Where are you?"
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"You will have to look lower than that, milady." He threw in a ribbit for good measure. "Down here, to your left."
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"A frog?"
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"Not in my experience."
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"You clearly haven't been talking to the right frogs."
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"That necklace is very important to me. I would be very grateful if you would return it to me."
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However, given he had yet to give her any reason to fear him, she would give him the benefit of the doubt.
Lana nodded. "I will give it to you."
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"Thank you." She reached for it, albeit a bit cautiously, drying it on her cloak before fastening it back around her neck.
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"What shall I call you?" Do talking animals have names? "Frog seems a bit impersonal for my liking."
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A small smile spreads across her face. "You're quite mannered for a frog."
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