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[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[She has many matters to attend to, many pressing matters and none of them look like they're about to be polite. Loss is still missing, Death is starting to grumble again, she can almost feel that something dangerous and dark is coming...]

[And yet, despite this, she has been dragged to a strange, icy world and forced to look even paler than usual while feeling the odd compulsion to go and kiss brats for no apparent reason.]

[Life is not fair.]

[Flatly, as she appears with a blast of cold wind:]

This is new.

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[ex_oneiromancer912]

[Morgana blinks.] Your Majesty?

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[A very slow bat of her icy eyelashes]

[...Dammit.]

Apparently I have a new palace now.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

I have found myself removed from Camelot as well. You seem... cold.

[oliverplus]

[Oliver approaches her in a turban, tunic, and sandals, none of which look terribly natural on him] Whoa! What happened to you?

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

Yes...

Because I live in a ice palace now.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[She gives him a sideways glance, half made of irritation and half made of sympathy at the bloody state of the universe] I could ask the same for you.

...Apparently I am not just a queen now. Apparently I am also a ice queen.

[oliverplus]

Ohh. No wonder you're...erm... [he starts to reach a hand out, wondering if her skin is as cold as it looks, but he restrains himself and just gestures at her instead]

I'm a prince! [he almost sounds proud of that] And I guess I'm looking for a princess to marry. [definitely not so happy about that part]

[ex_oneiromancer912]

Oh. And you rule as queen there as well? I have become the Princess and heir of some country I've never heard of before now.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[In her current mood, Oliver, she honestly approves of that... It doesn't stop her from raising a eyebrow, though] No wonder I'm what?

And don't look at me, I'm a queen.

[She still studies him for a moment longer, though, her eyes narrowing. There's a faint urge, a very faint urge, to reach out and tempt him into her icy lair... But, no, that's ridiculous and she's not going to be tempted into her icy lair herself, thank you very much.] A prince of where?

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

I have no subjects, apparently, but I do still consider myself one [she's worked hard enough to be queen, dammit, and she's not letting go because the universe has randomly decided to mess with everybody. SHE IS CLINGING WITH HER NAILS!]

Does it have a name? ...I might have heard of it, even if you haven't.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

They call it Grimmwold. [What is thaat.]

[oliverplus]

[gestures at her skin] You look cold. Aren't you cold?

[frowns back at her, a little insulted] Why does that mean I shouldn't look at you? I'm a prince! [but he seems surprised at himself for that protest. he takes a deep breath, firmly resisting the urge to slip any further into character]

[that's okay, Juni; Oliver is only able to remember his own life now and then at the moment, so she wouldn't be making him forget much. one thing he doesn't remember, however, is where he lives--or, where his fairy tale self lives] Uh...somewhere Eastern? [he frowns. how weird is it that he doesn't know? then again, some fairy tales just don't get into that sort of detail] But I'm in Lagobel right now. ...I think. I'm a bit lost. [looks rather sheepish] I'm out looking for princesses, like I said.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[A long pause, a very long pause. Which isn't anything to do with her ignorance on the matter, not at all]

[...Drat, the universe really has got it in for her today.]

...Let me guess, it has many gothic trees?

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

No, not at all [...That is not good, moving on:]

And I am a queen, higher in rank last time I checked [A pause, and then she smiles in a almost seductive manner. One that cries "come into my clutches, I swear I won't kill you much, and I'll only trap you for eternity a little..."] Unless-

[...What the hell, moving on again with a general glare at the universe] One: Where the hell is Lagobel? Two: Why do you need a princess so badly? Will you fall into a giant, weak swooning sickness unless you find one right this minute?

[That was very weird, she may be snapping a little as a result. Sorry, Oliver, she's not used to this whole "trapping boys in her icy kingdom" thing.]

[oliverplus]

Oh. Well, that's good. [he's tempted again to check for himself but resists the urge]

Well, yeah, but that doesn't mean I can't even look your way! [seeing how she looks at him then, though, he takes a step back. okay, that's creepy. thankfully, her expression quickly passes, and he relaxes]

[he shrugs at the first question, wondering again why his knowledge of his own life situation seems so spotty. then he reminds himself that it's just a story] In the west. It's got lots of forests.

[unfortunately, by the time he hears the second question, his grasp of reality is slipping] I'm a prince! A prince has to find a princess to marry. It's how things work. And I haven't been able to find a single good one yet, so I'm going to travel everywhere until I do.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[She would, actually, be freezing cold to the touch. But at the moment she's not really feeling any temperature. She's actually wondering if it's a bit hot around here.]

No, it really does.

...Excellent, forests. Large, rambling forests that may contain many wolves? Excellent [Her lips purse for a second, extremely displeased by this state] I love wolves.

[And suddenly her face lights up seductively again. It's really rather nice, if he'd just come a bit closer he could see how wonderfully nice she was and how tempting her lips look and everything...] You could travel into my kingdom, I have a wonderfully large palace and I'm sure that-

[Snap out of it, Juni!] Damn!

[oliverplus]

[Oliver, still lost in the fairy tale, responds with only that in mind] I'll be a king one day!

[he looks a bit disturbed by that idea] I hope not. [he is, after all, living in a cave in that forest for the moment]

[lost in the fairy tale as he is, he's caught by her this time. he takes several steps forward without even meaning to when--]

[at Juni's curse, Oliver blinks, shaking his head as if to clear it] What... [he licks suddenly dry lips, eyeing Juni warily, though he can't quite bring himself to move away again] ...what's going on?

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

Really? [She looks like she rather doubts this, unfortunately] Are you the third son of a old king?

Wolves don't listen to hope, I'm afraid. Especially not hungry wolves [...So soothing, Juni. You should become a nurse or something, your bedside manner would astound all.]

[She peers out at him from between her fingers. Making a clear effort not to be all tempting again. Her nails are even digging in a little, as if she's being slowly dragged into her story even as her nails drag across the floor] ...I'm not quite sure but I think that I want to tempt you into my icy kingdom, make you forget all your friends and possibly keep you forever.

[Touching.}

[oliverplus]

[defensively] No. [actually, he's not sure which son he is, but he brushes that off] I could marry a king's only daughter!

[nervously] Yeah, well, I haven't seen any yet. [and if he'd lost his retinue because they got eaten, he's sure he would have at least heard that] I would've noticed by now if there were wolves.

[he does take a step back at that] What!? No! You're not a princess anyway! [for some reason, that distinction is very important to him. his story is threatening to drag him back in, but even there, Juni doesn't fit in--lucky for Oliver]

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

Look, unless you're the third son you have little chance of inheriting anything of value [honestly, damned princes...]

Wolves are very sneaky, they might be watching you from the shadows as you sleep. Waiting for the chance to fasten their jaws around your tender neck [Hell, she could make a doctor at this rate.]

[...A rather insulted looking doctor, granted, but still a doctor] Now you have a problem with that!

[oliverplus]

[fairly pouting] Why would I have to be the third son to get a kingdom?

[still clearly nervous] They've had enough chances for that already!

I--[but Oliver cuts off his snappish reply, shaking his head and attempting to pull himself back to his senses] God, I don't know what this is, but I'm sorry in advance! I keep thinking about princesses, and... [he shakes his head again] I'm sure you're a great queen. [he attempts a reassuring smile, but it's rather ruined by how guarded his posture is. it's as though he's expecting to be attacked at any moment--which he is, except it's an inner attack of his own fairy tale that he's afraid of] I keep forgetting who I really am... [he licks his lips again. that's an extremely unsettling thing for him to acknowledge] So I keep...yeah, sorry...

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[Language confusion is go!] I have not ever seen a Goth to know what their trees look like. Perhaps that is where I am.

[ravenchaser.livejournal.com]

[Gin's wolfish ears pricked upwards in a mixture of surprise and interest when the icy gust quite nearly knocked his fedora off of his head; he held it steady with a clawed hand, smirking.

His ears slicked back and his tail flicked from underneath his long coat as he stepped closer.]

Remember a time when everything was?

I don't.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

All the stupidity genes are wasted on the first two sons, perhaps? I don't know.

[...Yes, hide a smirk Juni. That's nice] Perhaps they were waiting for you to relax.

[She watches him for a moment, snappy reply building on her tongue... But no, that'll do no good. She sighs instead, folds her hands firmly before her and slowly shakes her head] I must confess, I am experiencing the same thing so I may know how you feel. [A pause, she starts to scowl] It's terribly inconvenient.

/GIGGLING FOREVER

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[A long pause. Including a lot of staring. And a few abortive attempts to speak.]

[...Okaaaaaaaaaay then] Perhaps. Are the trees rather unhealthy looking?