Prince Sidon (
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fandomtownies2019-09-21 08:16 am
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Selkie Peak; Late Saturday Morning [09/21].
Oh, would the ceaseless heartache never truly...cease?? Sidon was having a rough time that morning, feeling every bit as angusihed as he should, faced with the conundrum that tormented him with every waking hour of the day. To be tragically in love with someone that one could not have simply had to be the most exquisitely excruciating pain known to man and Zora alike! Because, of course, as the Zora prince, he had basically been betrothed since a hatchling to his future queen, a situation that had seemed perfectly fine and reasonable at first, but then...then! His heart had to go and foolishly betray him, causing him to fall inexplicably in love with someone he could truly never be with: a beautiful but lowly peasant, a former slave girl, the captivating cerulean commoner known simply as Vette!
Oh! To be overwhelmed with such ill-fated feelings toward a star-crossed love! Did one deny his own duty, his own destiny, his own people, in pursuit of such a passion? Or should he deny his very own heart, to reject his emotions and follow along with the soul-crushing expectations of a long life without such splendor?
It was a question that would weigh heavily upon him until he knew the solution, but, alas! Did such a solution exist? And where might one discover the answer to such a problematic puzzle? Perhaps, in the distance, on the horizon, as Sidon found a place that looked over the island, so he could stand there and gaze out and dwell over the peculiar particularities of his pernicious predicament!
Oh, that he would not ever have fallen in love at all! But to think of an existance so bleak, so dark, without that luminous light...!
He supposed he'd just stand out here, gazing out, waiting for the answers that might not come, for as long as he had to!
[[ look, Sidon just standing around, staring out into the vague distance isn't even a trope, that's a legit part of his character. The rest of it, though.... Post is totes open, but the thread with Breq should be considered last chronologically, please! ]]
Oh! To be overwhelmed with such ill-fated feelings toward a star-crossed love! Did one deny his own duty, his own destiny, his own people, in pursuit of such a passion? Or should he deny his very own heart, to reject his emotions and follow along with the soul-crushing expectations of a long life without such splendor?
It was a question that would weigh heavily upon him until he knew the solution, but, alas! Did such a solution exist? And where might one discover the answer to such a problematic puzzle? Perhaps, in the distance, on the horizon, as Sidon found a place that looked over the island, so he could stand there and gaze out and dwell over the peculiar particularities of his pernicious predicament!
Oh, that he would not ever have fallen in love at all! But to think of an existance so bleak, so dark, without that luminous light...!
He supposed he'd just stand out here, gazing out, waiting for the answers that might not come, for as long as he had to!
[[ look, Sidon just standing around, staring out into the vague distance isn't even a trope, that's a legit part of his character. The rest of it, though.... Post is totes open, but the thread with Breq should be considered last chronologically, please! ]]

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Breq spoke quietly so as to not scare him, as he seemed quite lost in thought.
"Are you ok?"
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"Hm? Ah! Breq! Hello! I did not notice you there! How are you, my good, dear friend?"
He had not truly meant to avoid answering her question, though, he was merely still shaking himself from the depths of his despair and into the reality of the harsh world around him.
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She was a friend though, and he was good at listening.
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"Oh, Breq!" he gushed out, as if a great bubble of held-back torment had burst inside of him, to come bubbling out of his very gills. "It is the most terrible, distressing, most devastating situation that I have found myself in, and I simply do not know what to do! Or even where to begin to explain the torment in which I find myself at this exact moment! But...."
He sucked in a breath, squaring his shoulders, facing out into the horizon and the long stretch of the ocean beyond the island as he steeled himself to at least make the effort.
"You know, of course," he said, because, clearly, why wouldn't everybody know? "that I am betrothed to a fair Zora who will become my queen as soon as we wed, a union that has been dictated by my parents practically since the moment I was hatched, right?"
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"But perhaps," said Sidon, turning toward Breq with renewed vigor and a pump of his fists, "you might offer me some guidance, in your always excellent and well-considered opinion, Breq! What do you suppose I should do? Should I stay the course and remain true to my people and my duty as their beloved prince? Or do I abandon my heritage in to puruse the undeniable call of my heart toward true love??"
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But he turned far too quickly, or, at the very least, failed to take into account his proximity to the edge of the peak, because, as he turned, his foot slipped, loosening some gravel...and then loosening quite a bit more, and the ground beneath him fell away and, with a started gasp, he realized that he was falling away as well.
"Breq!"
And little did he know just how much that sudden commotion would have actually saved their lives!
For a second, anyway, as he was plummeting toward the rocky bits below the peak now.
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"Breq!" he turned and knelt for her, carefully reaching out to see if she was okay. "Are you alright??"
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"I'm fine," she said, struggling to push herself to her feet. "Let's get you to the clinic."
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She looked up at Sidon.
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Hopefully they wouldn't keep her too long at the clinic.
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She should have been quicker, because now Breq had made it to the peak, and there was the large Zora talking to her, but she supposed, out here, in the rocky bits, she could get away with disposing of the both. She settled behind a rocky bit; now if only she could just get a good, clear shot while they were talking. Good and clear and fast, to take them both out before the second one could even realize what was happening...
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Manic Pixie DreamSabine, with her breezy boho dress and purple hair, had spotted a male standing and gazing, so of course she had to go stand next to him and impart some wisdom."You know, Shakespeare says, to thine own self be true," she said knowingly.
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"Wonderful advice, to be sure!" he declared tragically. "But, alas! I highly doubt this Shakespeare fellow ever found himself in quite a predicament as the one in which I face now! But I thank you, all the same, for you words of wisdom, Sabine. How are you on this otherwise fine and lovely day?"
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Because, of course, how could one help being so charmed and almost wistful over her perfectly charming
manic pixie dreamself? But, of course, one of her extremely natural, aloof coolness could never truly be obtained, only longed after, usually with a great deal of sighing and feelings of self-doubt that would still somehow manage to be abolished by even her slightest suggestion of interest."But needless to say," he said, and, of course, he would still say it, "I am doing quite terribly, for I find myself truly torn between my heart which would lead me in one direction, and my duty, which would lead me completely opoosite! What is a young, handsome, charming Zora Prince such as myself to do with such a quandry?"
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literallywhat I'm here for," Sabine said with a wink, and turned to skip off, humming something that's only cool because you've never heard of it.no subject
And he would take her advice to heart, really, he would, but once he turn away and looked back out over the horizon, he couldn't help but sighing deeply once more, finding that any hope he'd felt in her presence had faded just as quickly as it had appeared, as he was left yet again to his own troubled thoughts.