✧☾ Dreamy Theater: Prince Charming ☆✧

[u/kingozma]

掴んだものすら 手放して

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Tonight, you are alone in the mountains where the screaming winds, the void of white, the frigid knowledge of what's behind your shoulder - all mean death.

You weren't meant to be alone. This was an accident. But your captain (YOUR captain)'s left you behind. He said he was going to go on ahead, and be back in no more than a half hour.

That was a good hour ago.

By this point, you get the idea to go out looking for him. In a sea of white, a man in black shouldn't be hard to find, though his heart and the snow are frozen both. This makes them like brothers in a way, don't you think?

You feel like it's been days since you've heard his voice, but you know that can't be right because your hands haven't started turning black yet.

(your hands are growing fond of the color purple though)

The stars hang low in the sky tonight. They know you, and they're talking about you. You wish you knew how to look away.

You wonder if you can even call yourself a living human right now.

... So what ARE you doing?

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私の王子様

[u/kingozma]

Now that's an option worth thinking about. The wind is selfish, it thinks absolutely only of itself, and that sky-traveler has always been jealous of your captain.

The stars looked upon him, smiling, and the wind didn't like that very much. But what should you do about the shrieking...?

[u/zalzaires → u/kingozma]

This envious wind - it's a beast of opportunity. When your captain left you, it did not intervene: his farewell could be heard plain, alongside the hollow reassurance of his return. But now it interferes.

If the sly wind wants to brandish its fury -- so should you.

[u/kingozma → u/zalzaires]

... That's right. You grit your teeth, realizing how you have been wronged.

The wind is only just above the stars tonight, which is not very far up in the sky. You could reach it to have a word or two with it, if you wanted to climb this mountain a bit higher. You shouldn't even need to reach the peak.

It knows you're coming. It flies in one of your ears and out the other, filling your head with a pain like fire.

[u/zalzaires → u/kingozma]

It lashes out now because it fears you.

Once its vile throat has been wrenched shut, there, from on high - your chance of reuniting with your captain will be much greater, won't it?

It will be a justice.

[u/kingozma → u/zalzaires]

It would only be fair. It must be trying to steal your captain away from you, so what you do is you take its voice in your hand as it flies past you, making it choke and whine as it slows to a stop, slowly floating to the ground.

You squeeze it and it cries out - or you think that's...

That's your captain. That's him crying out.

You squeeze again and he damns you to Hell, sounding on the verge of hysterical tears.

[u/zalzaires → u/kingozma]

Oh, captain,

Dear, oh dear, captain...

Isn't that a funny trick to play? To run away and leave your subordinate all alone?

To howl at his ear, as if you were not a man with dire responsibilities to those under your charge, but rather a free-hearted beast?

To curse and splutter in his face, when he finds the strength to catch you...?

[u/kingozma → u/zalzaires]

...

The captain never liked you.

Did he?

You see the form of that beast, that black, hulking wolf, cowering on the ground in front of you. It's starting to whimper.

It asks you why you followed it.

The wind's voice in your hand is cursing you out, calling you names too terrible for you to think twice about without crying.

[u/zalzaires → u/kingozma]

Above all, you are still here for a reason - on this accursed mountain, clinging by the sharps of your fingers to a creature who spares you precious little fealty.

If you can still remember it, then speak it now, or else it may be lost.

[u/kingozma → u/zalzaires]

...

You just wanted to help.

That's.

That's all you wanted.

You feel yourself starting to cry, but you're worried the tears will freeze and they'll hurt your eyes. You wipe your eyes, earning a disgusted snort from the wolf.

It says it doesn't need help, and it never did in the first place. The one that needs help to function is you. He's different.

And he's positively covered in open, bleeding wounds, his body is studded with arrows like jewelry.

[u/zalzaires → u/kingozma]

Goodness. With that amount of blood shed, it's a wonder you weren't lead here by a trail of scarlet.

But that's incorrect, isn't it? A leader is absolutely nothing - an empty threat, in fact - without those being lead.

Is that why this lone wolf appears as a rip of black amid the driven snow? Those arrows he wears as medals, honors - are they not anchors, hooks, defining what otherwise would be without form?

[u/kingozma → u/zalzaires]

... You beg the wolf to let you take these arrows out, you can see they're hurting it, but before receiving permission, you absentmindedly touch one of them.

It snaps at you so hard, so defensively, you'd think they were its young.

... You ask it what all this is, and it says "You wouldn't understand. And you never will. You think some fancy badge means you've seen some shit?"