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devouthope-a · 6 years

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you know what, today’s mood has been being indulgent and doing what i want so you know what i’m doing an info dump on some long written out thoughts and shit about my version of the roleswap(s)™ before i maybe do a proper potential verse dump

( AKA this was supposed to be short and then it turned into prose and here we are, 1.7k words later )

i. taking on the role of a prince is easiest. she can be all loving prince for sure. the swan princess from an unfinished fairytale, cursed without a heart, half human and not. as heartless princess, she has the eyes of a sunny summer sky, without a cloud in sight; a smile that is wide, but lacks a certain warmth; and hair brighter than all the suns, and that is perhaps, what keeps her image one of warmth when she lacks the emotion to do so herself.

she cannot recognize things that she feels or cannot feel, an echo of something she once had; she is not quite a doll, but a puppet mimicking those around her. she has cheer and charm and unexplainable emptiness— and then, even when raven’s blood comes to fill in the gaps, there is kindness within her cruelty. deep down, she knows her heart can be shattered as many times as need be, as long as it means she can keep everyone safe and happy.

ii. knight is slightly harder to fit into. the story does not specify the gender of the knight in this tale, a slightly enigmatic figure— but there is much set against her, for since when is the knight a girl? and so she learns to wield a sword, always the girl to do something when someone else says she cannot, and while she who has two left feet and poor coordination seems like she would hurt herself with a sword before she can defend herself with it, she can use it well enough on her own to prove herself, prove the rest of them wrong.

in this version of the story, her chest is a fury of scars around her heart— a unique birthmark that makes! for the raven had chosen to eat out the knight’s heart in front of the princess in this tale, and so, those are the marks she bears. her fate is to die protecting her princess— tragedy, it seems, is to follow her, and oh, what a scary thought that is, but, but if it is for her princess, the princess who has no heart and no ability to dictate thoughts on her own, then she is happy, she can do at least that much.

deep down though, she is not a fighter, she is not meant to wield a sword, and so, when she is told that she is better using her words, it is a task she happily takes up. she will write and write and write until her fingers blister and stain with ink and her hands cramp up for, sword or feathered quill, she is dedicated to doing everything she can to help her princess get the happiness she deserves.

( she will write a happy story for her princess, watches as fate dictates her and her prince leave, and she is alone— no, she is never alone, so she will weave tales, even his, but never her own )

iii. ah, the raven’s daughter, that girl has a different tale. the raven did not steal a human girl, no— perhaps due to miscommunication, perhaps due to a change in mind— the raven steals a cygnet from her nest, feeds her stories of how she’d been abandoned because they’d thought she’d been an ugly duckling, tells her how her family must’ve not loved her if they’d abandoned her and how no one will love her like he will, assures her that she won’t be alone now because the ravens are her family, and he is her father now, and they are all she can depend on, and— sweet, naive little thing she is, eagerly eats up every promise he makes like a songbird eating seeds from one's hand

( she is meant to be a swan, pretty and white, and she is— then slowly, she sheds her feathers as a new coat settles in, plumage blackened with the darkness of the raven’s blood and that should be something weird and startling to her, but he assures her it’s natural and so she comes to adore the color, another thing that makes her closer to her father )

raven’s daughter she is, a bird, is she not? then, how does a girl become human? it is simple magic, or perhaps it is some interference on the part of a higher being that eagerly awaits what kind of role she can play in his tragedy, but her father grants her a human form on two conditions, and ever so eager to please him she agrees, so the bird becomes a girl, ugly bird to worthless human.

the prince is essential to them, for reasons a young girl cannot quite grasp, but the raven spins lies to her to gain her cooperation— a heartless prince will adore a girl like her, a girl that no normal human could like, regardless of her flaws; the prince possess a great power, one that would, assuredly, make her human forever— would she not love that? yes, yes, yes she would, so she clings onto every word he says without ever realizing that she has already been woven into the web of lies he has spun.

she vies for his attention, sweet thing— but how do you get the attention of a heartless prince? how do you get close with someone who lacks the will for even that much? what do you do when you fall in love with someone who cannot even mimic that much in return? if you are her, you persist nonetheless, no matter how cold and distant he is, because no matter how emotionless he may be, you are a stubborn girl, perhaps you think that maybe you can teach him emotions again— regardless, she has made a promise to her father, so she will keep to that.

she succeeds at least at being close, though that has less to say about her efforts and more about his inability to really have any will in speaking if he wants her around or not. she is a warm presence while he is so very cold, and no one ( openly ) questions why she chooses to flock to him of all people. the knight— that boy, he does not seem to always trust her, but he does not distrust her either, so they can at least be cordial with each other, never anything more because why would an ordinary human be able to find something likable about her? no one else does, and surely outside of them, her only companions are the birds she grew up among.

and then there is that girl— she, who threatens everything about her life. she does not even love him, she thinks, but her father assures her that it is fine if the prince regains his emotions, for who else has stuck by his side for all this time? she has, that should be enough took him loyal to her but, but oh, she is so weak; the raven whispers a thought, plants a seed of an idea that she follows through with and she...

she ruins him. she does not really think of the consequences— she never really does think things through, foolish little thing she is. raven girl, you know this story was meant to be a tragedy when you chose to read that story and speak with that man, did you think you would be able to truly be happy? of course not, and yet, she had blindly hoped that, she could attain some measure of happiness for herself. but no, she curses him to a fate worse than hers, watches as he grows wickedly cruel, even to her, and she will withstand because her father promised, didn’t he? that everything would work out fine, that he would love her in the end, and so she, dreamy little girl, believes and grasps at fantasies and hopes because that is all she can do, in the end.

she watches when he sprouts feathers and grows a beak and remains, even as he cackles and caws in her face because, what else is she to do? she has done this, and so she will support him nonetheless, because she loves him, because she has to try and do what she believes to be the right thing, even in the face of uncertainty because he depends on her, doesn’t he? isn’t he supposed to need her in the end? even when he turns on her, she clings to false tales and empty lies and broken promises because she is always so hopeful for the best of things to happen.

( they break her wings and forget she has claws, a beak that hungers to eat, to feel human— they forget she is not a girl, nor a crow, not the black swan of the story either, but a phoenix who rises from her ashes time and time again, a flame brighter than her once ginger hair, and that is how she keeps going when she finds out about the raven’s cruelest lies and the world as she’d known it shatters around her )

she has two conditions she must upkeep and she does not mean to break them when she does, but one she does— she defies the raven by confessing her love, breaking the curse on the prince. she pays the price by going back to the black swan she was always meant to be, accepting her fate is the least she can do to make up for the misgivings she’d done. she clings onto the thought that, if she dies here with the raven that, at the very least, he— and all the rest of them— will be happy now, and that is all she can really ask for.

she does not deserve his kindness, in the end, she who was so foolish to cling to falsehoods for so long— but he is the prince, who had once been heartless, and once before that, been a person full of compassion too. she will not be alone, she is needed, and every word of it is genuinely meant, no more half-hearted and empty words to chain her. and so, accursed black swan, she, follows him into the book because it is a story, and in stories, birds can become girls, and ordinary girls can become queens, and so then, what is to say that she cannot attain the same? would that be fate? she has defied that already. so maybe, just maybe she can get some kind of happy ending too.

#tbt.#long post #bc god knows it'll break on mobile as per usual owjflskjsdfs #but also because it is fucking long i accidentally started writing an essay #wHAT'S UP my name is sin and i love... self indulgent things #if u got ahirue vibes from the knight one uhhhh what can i say #i’m feeling the ahirue in this chili’s. every night.#i have considered writing fic about this b4 and that’s the only reason why half of this is as fleshed out as it is #you can also tell.... which one i have put the most thought into bUT LISTEN I LOVE RAVEN AHIRU I LOVE SHE #this is only like a small collection of thoughts tooooo since i ended writing this up prose like #but if i end up making proper verses for any of these i'll flesh out with more details #since i couldn’t rlly mention like... slight personality differences #prince!hiru is a little more like bubbly airhead #knight is a little more wary but still compassionate.. a little more quick witted #( which is not to imply ahiru can't be but u know )#raven isn’t nearly as harsh as kraehe is but also a little less uhhhhh... approachable?? idk the right word #raven also has the very ambigious ending of did she get to be agirl?? does she not?? :3c #also yEAH i know a lot of these details seem very concrete but they're actually #p flexible and more like an outline of thoughts i have but if i ever actually plotted about it i'd probably change things if needed

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