OPEN SHIP WITH ME POST

[desertions]

I'm in a very shippy mood and mostly on top of my tags right now so I thought instead of combing through memes I'd leave this as an open post.

Basically leave me prompts: quotes, pictures, song lyrics, whatever with a muse and what muse of mine you want and we'll see what happens. Alternately, if you don't request a specific muse you can leave it up to me to choose who i throw at them.

I make no apologies for the choices made when that happens.

So please, come and enjoy all the ships with me!!

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[laywaste]

Tamsin is young.

There's always a moment, when she's fresh from a death where the world doesn't weigh so heavily on her shoulders. She's still learning about the ways of the world, still trying to learn who she is and what she's meant to be beyond Dark.

Dark is incredibly unspecific.

She's wandering through Europe, making friends where she goes and not getting into too much trouble - a few barfights here and there don't count as trouble, and she does need to feed. But for the most part she stays quiet, following wherever her whims take her, and this particular whim takes her to the foot of the castle Niklaus has Rebekah entrenched in. There's a woman, standing on a balcony, and she seems so sad. It brings her to a stop, and she can't help but smile, before shouting up to her.

"Have you ever heard the story of Rūdāba?"

[easily]

The voice surprises her, but not unpleasantly. These days it's rare she gets to talk to someone other than Nik. Elijah's betrayal and the doppelganger getting away has only made him that much more paranoid and controlling.

And this woman is beautiful. Vibrant and young in a way that makes Rebekah almost angry. Because she has lived for over five hundred years now and in many ways has not lived at all. She too longs to be young and free.

She shakes her head lightly.

"I have not, I must confess," She shouts down. "Can you tell me it?"

She likes stories. Cultures, the things that endure over time.

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"It's a Persian story. She was the princess of Kabul." There's a pause and she recites, from memory - it's funny the things she remembers and the things she doesn't.

"About her silvern shoulders two musky black tresses curl,encircling them with their ends as though they were links in a chain.
Her mouth resembles a pomegranate blossom, her lips are cherries and her silver bosom curves out into breasts like pomegranates.
Her eyes are like the narcissus in the garden and her lashes draw their blackness from the raven's wing.
Her eyebrows are modelled on the bows of Teraz powdered with fine bark and elegantly musk tinted.
If you seek a brilliant moon, it is her face; if you long for the perfume of musk, it lingers in her tresses
From top to toe she is Paradise gilded; all radiance, harmony and delectation."

She takes a few steps closer, leaning against a tree and looking up at her. "When the Zal, a legendary Persian warrior, saw her he fell in love with her. She would lower her braided hair like a rope, and he would climb it, and they would sit on the roof talking. By the time he returned to his king he knew he needed to be with her always."

[easily]

"It sounds similar to the story of Rapunzel," Rebekah comments, canting her head a little as she considers it. "Or at least the letting down her hair part did -- did she get to end up with her warrior?"

These stories usually have happy endings, don't they?

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She nods a small smile crossing her face. "She did. They would sit up on the roof of her home and just talk to each other, which was forbidden in those days, but Zal fell desperately in love with her. He knew he had to marry her. So he took every diplomatic avenue he could. Her father did not approve of the match and did everything he could to stop it until a soothsayer predicted that a child between Zal and Rubuda would conquer the world. They lived happily ever after."

She stops at a nearby tree, letting her weight rest against it for a moment. "A much happier ending than Rapunzel."

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"Much happier. No one ends up blind or traveling the desert." Rebekah smiles a little. She likes this story much better. She's a romantic at heart, she can't help but be drawn to the idea of ever after.

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Tamsin makes a face at that. "I never understood why fairy tales meant everyone had to suffer." Not that she doesn't understand what being Fae is, but it doesn't matter what side you're on, Dark or Light, things are always much simpler than that. "All the real stories have happy endings."

[easily]

Rebekah gives a sad smile at that, shaking her head. "It's my experience that the real ones can be even sadder, sometimes."

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Her head tips to the side for a moment before she pushes forward from the tree with a bit of a grin. "Maybe you just need someone to rescue you."

[easily]

Rebekah smiles a little at that, raising a brow. "Are you offering, then?"

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She grins wide at that, before nodding. "I could scale the tower and whisk you away. No one would ever catch us."

[easily]

Her own smile widens a little. "I have always wanted a prince charming of my own."

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Tamsin finds her footholds quickly, scaling the wall and pulling herself up to Rebekah's balcony. She stays on the outside of the banister, keeping that little bit of distance and fairy tale between them before giving her a smile.

"I'm far better than a prince. Much less pretentious, but I still slay my own dragons."

[easily]

"Less pretentious is always a good thing. And I've always preferred a girl who could save herself."

Despite having just made a joke about wanting a prince charming -- there's some truth to that deep down but overall Rebekah has no complaints about her rescuer here.

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"I usually do." Not always in the best ways, but often well enough. She shifts and holds out a hand to her. She doesn't particularly care about propriety - she's Dark, after all - she simply knows what she wants and will do what it takes to get it.

"So what do you say? Shall I rescue you?"

[easily]

Rebekah takes her hand -- perhaps it's not the safe choice but it feels like the fun one -- and when was the last time she had fun.

"I think you shall. We better run though, or the big bad wolf will catch us."

It's only half a joke, considering her brother's status as a hybrid.

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Tamsin's smile was almost blinding and she grips her hand tightly, helping her over the railing. "On the count of three, jump. One ... two ... "

And at three she jumps from the balcony, getting her legs beneath her to cushion the blow, before taking Rebekah's hand to start running.

[easily]

Rebekah jumps, landing rather gracefully next to Tamsin. And then she begins to run with her, a bright smile upon her lips as she does so.

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They run until they're clear of the castle and reaching the road. She has no white horse to sweep her up on, but she's sure she could probably kill someone for one.

(... And that would be why she's Dark. Huh.)

That realization aside, she stops regardless, turning to her with a bright breathless smile, taking a few steps closer. "One more thing." She'll hesitate for just a moment, letting her lips hover near hers to see if she'll pull away, before leaning in to kiss her. After all, you can't have a rescue without a romantic kiss.

[easily]

It wouldn't be the first time Rebekah's killed someone for a horse. These things happen.

But she's not thinking about that. Instead she's thinking about the way the other woman is kissing her -- it's only a second before she starts returning it. That's how they stories go right? A dramatic kiss and then happily ever after?

Rebekah never gets happy endings but maybe this time it could be different.

[laywaste]

Tamsin's not really one for happy endings either. Her life is made up of too much death, too many wars. But there are moments where she likes to pretend, if only for a moment. She kisses Rebekah as though true love were a thing that really existed, as if in that moment the curse is broken and they're both free.

She pulls back after a moment, thumb brushing against her cheek gently. "I'm staying at a tavern not too far from here. It's not a castle, but for the moment, it'll do?"

[easily]

Rebekah smiles a little at that, biting her lower lip briefly. Perhaps it's temporary but for now it feels as if some sort of curse has been broken. It feels exciting in the way few things do.

"It sounds perfect."

[laywaste]

"Good," she says with a smile, before taking her hand again. And with that, they're off to live their own version of a fairy tale - at least for a little while.