Feb. 21, 2016, 6 p.m.
The Warbler Prince: Oh My Love
T - Words: 608 - Last Updated: Feb 21, 2016 Story: Complete - Chapters: 14/? - Created: Jan 31, 2016 - Updated: Jan 31, 2016 270 0 0 0 0
This is for the Valentines Prompt Challenge on tumblr. There will be fourteen chapters, each one a specific love song. I chose to make them all one fic, which I also chose to make a fairy tale retelling. I hope you enjoy. The final chapter will be posted on Valentines day, February 14th. <3
Oh my love...
Blaine Anderson didnt believe in love at first sight. He was a practical man. A practical prince. He believed in the proper ideals. Wooing and courting and even marrying for proprietys sake sometimes rather than for something so silly as love, even if he was a sort of hopeless romantic at heart. He knew that he would most likely get to marry for love, since he wasnt the eldest and thus didnt have such pressure to marry and carry on the name and responsibility.
But love was a fleeting notion in his world. There was just too much politics in marriage and royalty. So he didnt stake his life on falling in love and being married. He found love in the arts and in riding. In his men who became his friends. He found love in his steed and his skills. He wasnt ashamed of that, either.
So it came as a great surprise when he came upon a clearing in the wood and fell head over heels, desperately in love. At first sight. Without even speaking to the man, seeing him face to face, knowing him at all.
My eyes are wide open,
Oh my lover for the first time in my life,
My eyes can see...
It was like opening his eyes for the very first time and actually seeing when he looked up at that tower. The boy who stood there, staring out that window with such a melancholy expression... Gods, Blaine thought he could see the world in that one mans face.
Everything is clear in my heart...
His pulse raced as he looked up at the tower and wondered how the boy even got there, who had imprisoned him and why. Oh, he needed to know what this man yearned for, and then he needed to get it for him.
Looking up at that stunningly beautiful man, Blaine made a secret promise. A vow.
"Oh, my love. Someday, I will free you from your prison. I will find a way to save you from that tower. You will never be held captive again. I promise you."
Ever since his father had remarried, Kurt had been struggling. He struggled against the horrible woman who had Burts heart and mind in a vice. He struggled against her steely talons when she forced him into this tower. He struggled every day to just find the strength to go on, to keep going, to keep living.
It was hard to keep trying when he felt no one wanted him, and that hed never truly live. Somehow the harpy even managed to keep his father away, likely telling lies as to where Kurt really was. He cried so often, he felt he shouldnt have tears left. His heart ached for more. For something.
I feel sorrow...
But he knew he had to keep his chin up, for life could never be all bad. He had a witch who visited at times at least, and she made him lovely stews and cakes. She encouraged his exercises and flexibility, and even worked with him on his singing. Who would have thought such a despised woman could actually be so kind? But then, Kurt had learned that people are often judged wrongly. After all, people judged his stepmother as a beautiful woman, but outer beauty can hide a wicked soul.
When his witch was not around, though, Kurt stared forlornly out his window, longingly looking out on the sky and watching the birds with envy.
"Oh, if I had wings... I could fly away and never come back," hed sigh. But then he wouldnt leave his father, so hed have to return. Perhaps someday things would change. For now, hed just have to be content to dream.
Oh I feel dreams...