I'm a Very Important Man!

There were paintings on the walls, and there was a cat, who had been relocated to the floor. There was a book, watching the room from the lighting fixture, and there was a bed that had actually been made this morning, with help from a pair of little toddler hands.

The bed was in the process of being un-made again.

Bedtime was a Very Important time of day, after all.

[For the wee one!]

Prom had been... tiring. Not unpleasant, admittedly, but going out and putting on another face over all of his usual masks for the evening had left Valentine more than willing to get back to their room. And once he was there, he could shoo the cat off of his half of the bed, chase the book off of his pillow, and he could grab Naminé's pillow, wrap his arms around it and bury his face in it and smell her and pretend that she was there, and he could escape away to sleep.

( To Sleep, Perchance to Dream? )

[Preplayed with and coded by the indomitable palestshadow. Establishy like an establishy thing.]

They were inside, now, in the Princess' bedroom. Valentine had taken himself a seat on the floor, and Helena was sitting on the bed, musing to herself.

( 'Well, if it was me...' - SPOILERS )

He felt Helena's presence leave-- slip away to somewhere else. He couldn't follow. Not this time.

For the first time in his life, Valentine didn't feel proud. He didn't feel important.

Wherever he was, whatever was left of him here in this darkness... it made him feel small and alone.

And helpless.


(NFB! NFI! Credit to Gaiman and McKean for-- yeah, you know by now. I'm done. And just in the nick of time, too. I'll be busy working and packing this weekend, and then I'm flying off for Vacation until July 12th. Valentine will be trapped in limbo until then! And now I'm gonna COLLAPSE bye!)

"If I tell you something weird, will you think I'm crazy?"

They weren't running anymore, at least. But now Helena was being stupid again, and that was nearly as bad.

( 'Yes. I expect so.' - SPOILERSNESS )

And he only glanced back once as he set off alone into the woods.


(OOC: NFB! NFI! Scriptbooky-movie mishmashings ahoy! Fandom subtext? Mine. Dialogue and actions? Totally Gaiman and McKean. Comments are appreciated. Seriously, this thing will not go on forever, for real.)

And so, Valentine and Helena continued to walk, Helena on her quest to save the world (as you do), and Valentine thinking that Helena was completely insane for being on her quest to save the world (as you do).

( 'Enter at your own risk,' the sign said. - SPOILERY )

And really, if he was acting overly flaily and terrified at this point, could anyone blame him? The shadows were no longer chasing them at the moment, but Valentine was not going to simply cease wanting to remain alive. He had too much to live for and all of this was just stupid.

(NFB due to distance. NFI for the same. Once again, I'm recapping the events of MirrorMask using mainly the scriptbook and then the movie from there, and so the content is not mine, it's Gaiman and McKean's. I just crammed in the subtext and changed the point of view to be more Valentine-centric. This recapping will not continue forever, I swear. And, go me, I've gone and forgotten to clarify that this stuff is all backdated to Monday thus far. MirrorMask isn't insanely long, honest.)

When Valentine had finally caught up to the police, they had already arrived at the Palace. Helena, stupid girl that she was, had been taken away into a different room, and Valentine, lucky man that he was, was made to keep the company of a disgruntled chicken and the illustrious Slimy, the slug who was apparently in charge.

( Joy. - SPOILERY )

And if Valentine was trying to hide the fact that he thought that everyone in the bloody room, including the stupid little red-bound book, was completely and utterly off their chair, he was also doing a terrible job hiding it.

He wanted to have this whole mess be finished and over with and get out of there. This was just... just stupid.


(NFB due to disance, NFI for the same. Once again, this is pulled in chunks from the MirrorMask scriptbook (which is why some of this might be new to some of you) and the movie, and only the Fandomy subtext and the fact that this is written from Valentine's point of view is mine. OOC comments are still appreciated, though!)

It was nighttime. Of course it was dark. And despite the knowledge that the shadows were gone, and this was how night was supposed to look, Valentine still found himself searching the skies now and again, just to be sure.

He had met up with his buddies, Bing and Eric, shortly after his friends had headed back to Fandom. One last practice, he had decided, and he'd head back to the island in time for his workshop. Maybe he'd get his pals to tag along. The next term was coming up, after all, and it was so very difficult to find a good juggler... well... anywhere, really. So Valentine figured that he could just bring one or both of his partners back with him, they could sign up for classes, and they'd be all set. What could possibly go wrong?

Eric's fiddling was the only sound that filled the night air alongside Valentine's own directions as he discussed their routine with Bing, who stood by the wall and juggled intently.

( Ah, juggling. -- SPOILERY! )

It looked as though he wasn't going to be making it back to Fandom for his "Dealing With Stupid People" workshop, anyhow. Shame, really. He liked that class.

He wasn't entirely certain if it was fortunate or not that he'd likely be getting in a great deal of practice in that particular department with this girl tagging along anyhow.



(OOC: Not for broadcast due to being in a different world. Not for interaction due to the same. MIRRORMASK SPOILERS, because I've taken all of the actions and dialog straight from the movie, and only the narrative and the fandomy subtext is mine. The rest belongs to Gaiman and McKean. Who I adore. Greatly. And I can only hope I am doing this any justice. Seriously.)