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matthew,
rue

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Who: Rue & Matthew
Where: Whenever,
When: Whenever,
Style: WE'LL ALWAYS BE TOGE-- I mean, uh, first.
Status: Closed kalsjds (going to make an open post for her one day, I swear guys)

[Rue's isn't all that worried about the state of Vatheon as it is at the moment. She's used to fairytale settings (although this is considerably different from Gold Crown); and judging by her light browsing through the SFC network, people are already working to correct things, so she finds herself without any need to lift a finger.

She has far more pressing matters on her mind, as she walks through the city; and she's got her SFC in her hand, wondering where his name went.

Mytho...

Siegfried.

He hadnt been in his room either, and she thinks she should probably tell Ahiru.

She finds herself staring at her name too, however, and...simply doesn't hit the call button. Not yet.]

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[He actually has some sympathy; he's been there before.]

...So who was it then?

My... my prince. Myt--

[...No. That isn't right. That isn't his true name, is it?]

Prince Siegfried...

[...Huh.]

Your prince? And here I'd thought you weren't affected by these fairy tales.

...Fairy tales?

[It has been a while since shes thought of her life before Vatheon. It is almost hard to believe, that she was once the princess in a story; helping Drosselmeyer create a tragic, yet beautiful end.

...For Princess Tutu. Because a fairy tale has no need for two princesses. And perhaps that still holds true here.

Now, she is just another resident.]

No...I am still in my right mind, if that's what you're concerned about.

[He's a little bit sharper than that. She didn't deny the fairy tales accusation.

She only said she wasn't affected by the curse.

Ah, that's interesting. Matthew tucks his hands behind his back and thinks.]

So...your life was a fairy tale before this ever happened, then?

[He is sharp, indeed.

This isn't something Rue goes around announcing to the world; if only because she doesn't think it's noteworthy enough. Not necessarily out of some sort of malicious intent to hide things.

She simply tilts her head, a bit of a smile--or maybe a smirk, on her face.]

...Is that strange?

[He chuckles.]

It's a bit out of the ordinary.

So if you've got a prince, are you the princess, or the commoner looking to be one?

[Her eyes widen a bit at the suggestion, her eyebrows raising, as if to say "How dare you suggest such a thing."

And if this had been a few months ago, she may have said just that...but as she is now, she simply averts her gaze for the moment.]

I am his princess...yes. He told me so himself.

...Though it hardly matters at the moment.

[Ah...he notes these reactions with interest, nodding.]

You are the prince's princess. I see.

And why doesn't it matter? I find these things are usually very important!

But...he isn't here anymore.

[That's what she meant, really; though she can probably agree that it's important for people to know. All she's ever wanted is to be loved by him, after all; and only recently did she start to realize that she already was]

I'm not sure what to do now. [sigh.] Apparently, there are other princesses that need rescuing.

...He's not, no. And I really couldn't tell you if he'll show up again or not.

It's a gamble with a place like this.

[A tiiiilt of his head.]

Do you really want to?

[Right...she's beginning to realize that. After all, she herself left the city once, and came back with memories as if nothing happened.

There is no way to know whether the same thing will happen here, but she has to hope.

And at the question, she simply shakes her head. Perhaps it is selfish of her, but...]

No...not in particular.

Then don't!

[He laughs cheerfully, shaking his head.]

And come with me instead. I know of a solution to at least some of your problems.

...You do?

[Now shes the one tilting her head; her curiosity for the moment taking over her sadness.]

But, where will we go?

I do indeed!

Just follow me then.

[And he reaches for her hand without an regards for personal space, towing her forward.]

[...WELP.]

H-Hey--!

[Just going to be dragged along then. She struggles a bit at first, but...quickly realizes it is pointless, seeing how frail she is in comparison to him.

Not to mention he seems to mean no harm anyway!

So she...follows along curiously, wondering where he might be taking her. She doesn't say anything else, but keeps her eyes and ears open.]

[Sooo unbothered. He'll just keep walking, towing Rue along towards a more habitable part of the city, away from the trees.

Eventually they come across a quaint little cottage, which he pushes the door open to, gesturing towards a table.]

It's funny. The entire city changes, but this place only changes the outside decor. They still serve the same things.

[She follows him into the cottage and, seeing him gesture to the table, she blinks once and timidly takes a seat.

She looks around, listening to him...]

Where is this...?

When the city is normal, it's a cafe. Middle district, to the left of the plaza down a small side-street.

Now? Now it seems to be 'ye olde'...cafe.

Good to see some things don't change.

[He follows, taking a seat across from her.]

...I see.

[Rue continues to glance around, then, figuring that it makes sense. It looks like enough of a cafe to her, though she doesn't visit them that often.]

I don't believe I've visited this one before.

Heh, you should get out more then! There's plenty to see here if you bother to look.

[And then he stands, disappearing for a moment--

Though he'll return in a minute or two with two bottles of milk. He sets one down in front of her and grins.]

There.

I-I'm aware.

[Shhhhh. She gets out! She just...hasn't been to this particular place. Plus, no one has bothered to invite her anywhere before today...

Mmpth.

But she picks up the bottle of milk in front of her and examines it for a moment, looking at its label. Her throat does feel rather dry, so...she begins to unscrew the top.]

...Thank you.

Right, right.

[He turns his attention to his own drink, sipping it contemplatively for a moment before he speaks up again.]

This is just what someone here taught me.

There's very little a glass of milk won't resolve, at least a little.

[She nods, taking some sips from her drink as well; hesitantly at first, but then she begins to drink a little faster, upon realizing how thirsty she'd been.

...She doesn't give much thought to trying to savor the taste. And though it's very good, she doesn't think it'll bring Mytho back, either. But oh well.]

It is enough, for now. Until I find a way to follow him...

[At least, if he really has gone home.]

...Hey, you might be looking at it the wrong way.

He might come back too, you know. And if you're in too big a hurry to follow him, you'll miss each other.

[Heh. He toys with the milk bottle in his hand idly.]

You don't want to be stuck in that situation either.