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COLUMN 1.The above table code must remain at the top. Everything else beneath it can be rearranged. Legal NAME: Snow White NICKNAMES: Snow, Princess, Mary ALIASES: Mary Margaret Blanchard DATE OF BIRTH: During the Harshest Winter PLACE OF BIRTH: The Enchanted Forest CURRENT RESIDENCE: Storybrooke, Maine Family MOTHER: Queen Eva (deceased) STEPMOTHER: Regina FATHER: King Leopold (deceased) SISTER(S): Input info BROTHER(S): Input info Children: Emma Nolan (daughter),Sabine Nolan(daughter),Neal Nolan (son), Grace Nolan (daughter),Unnamed Son/Daughter The Family Sabine Villains ☠ Connection Name Connection Name Connection Name Connection Name Connection Name Connection Name Vixens ☿ Connection Name Connection Name Connection Name Connection Name Connection Name Connection Name Vampires ☥ Copyright & Disclaimer COPYRIGHT 2014. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This page contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this page may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without express written permission from the author. I am not the person in the photographs. This profile is for creative purposes only. AIM: Screen name Here

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Jan 24th 2012 - 10:38 PM Send Comment | Send Message | Block User James watched with silent intrigue as she placed the ring on her finger. The band contrasted perfectly with her skin, and it seemed a decent fit, he almost wondered if the Gods were mocking them and their current situation, creating parallels to hint at something that could very well never be. There was a deep pang in his chest, a feeling that dropped his heart and his stomach all at once. It couldn't have been from loss; it was impossible to lose something that you never had to begin with. Even so, he felt it all the same from seeing his mothers ring cradling Snow White's finger. Swallowing thickly at her words as his conscious finally rejoined the world of the living, James gaze flitted up to hers, blue eyes capturing hazel green. Her smile curled something inside him, and he was unable to resist the curvature of his lips to match hers. Her expression seemed lightened somehow.  "My mother always wanted me to give it to you. She would say she had this feeling, and though it be my choice, said she felt this ring belonged to you." Dropping his eyes to the ring, he inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with a generous amount of oxygen and then let the breath out slowly through his nostrils, looking down at his feet instead. "Being as that ring was my mother's, and considering her wishes, I wouldn't want to give it to someone who meant nothing to me." The Prince chose his words carefully, sticking his tongue to the inside of his cheek for a moment in thought. It would do neither of them any good for sentimentality, they needn't delay their progress anymore than they already were. The haven he spoke of was a decent gallop away from the city, and if he wanted to see things carried out by sunset, and to be back by her side by nightfall, then they couldn't afford to dawdle.  Eventually, his eyes returned to her own, and he was moving about to gather their things, and the food left over from the tavern the night before. "Anyway," he paused, opening the door and canting his head back towards her. "we'd better get moving, we have a lot of ground to cover." With that, the Prince lead them out of the Tailor's basement, and into the alley way where their horses had remained. Dressing their steeds, Charming checked the stays and the straps, testing the stirrups and fixing a balancing amount of food in both of their saddle bags. This way, if one horse managed to get away from them, the other would still carry it's own nutritious supply. Especially if the Queen had already suspected him, and found him guilty of crimes she would pursue as treason. The Evil Queen had the power to make this entire ordeal seem like a kidnapping.  The forest was alive with it's spirit. Birds chirped to a song the Prince wouldn't mind knowing the words to, the wolves howled in light of a new day, deer brushed against the ferns and peeled bark off trees for a morning snack. Late-night owls cooed their goodnight's to the forest as day break withered on. Between James and Snow, there wasn't much conversation that could have taken place. Riding hard through a trail of foliage and fallen logs, concentration was key if they wished to remain in the saddles of their steeds. A horses instincts were keen and they were intellectually intelligent animals of nature, but with bit's in their mouths, they required direction. With the sound of galloping hooves playing like a soundtrack in his mind, Charming sneered at how dramatic it all sounded.  Here they were. Prince and Princess. Childhood friends whose destiny had taken abrupt turns for the unfortunate unexpected, on the run from a woman who had taken care of them both as children. She was now fallen, and James might as well have taken the plunge with her considering their current tactic. Despite the grievances, he never once let the thought of this being a mistake run through his head. Not with his mind so made up, they would see this through. He would make sure Snow White got her freedom. He would. Yet, even the promise seemed a mere reassurance. What power did he have against a tyrannical Sorceress? Physically, he would be able to best her. In a fair fight, he would be able to defend himself and offend better than she. But in the magical sense? There wasn't an ounce of the forbidden arts within his body. He hadn't been born with an overactive energy, he couldn't wield these spiritual aliments. If she used her magic on him he would be done for. He had the strangest inkling the Queen had already used her magic in some way. Like the canopy of the forest shielding them from the sun, he felt the shade of a cold shadow settle precariously atop his shoulders.  It was near midday when the cabin finally came into view. Sitting back in the farthest recesses of the forest, shielded by thick willow trees and overgrown ferns and vines which strung themselves from tree branch to tree branch, only breaks in tall oaks provided the slightest vision. James sighed in relief that his safe haven was visibly untouched. Pulling back on the reigns of the horse, he dismounted quickly and paused to listen to the wind as it tunneled through the area. Bright blue eyes searched the area thoroughly, a gloved hand curling around the hilt of his sword cautiously. When the wind stopped, and he found nothing out of place, James finally turned his eyes up towards Snow, but he never removed his hand from the hilt of his weapon.  "Don't dismount just yet. Wait here." His tone left no room for argument, no matter how much sass resided within the fallen beauty. He would not have her in harms way. If the cabin was compromised, she would need to make her escape quickly. It was best to do so on horse back, especially when the woods held far too many obstacles for a person on foot to make it through unscathed. Drawing his sword, the Prince stole up the stairs of the cabin's porch two at a time. He peered into the windows, his feet barely making a sound on the wooden floor boards as he opened the door and disappeared inside. The cabin was furnished, enough wood and blanketing to last a winters cycle. After inspecting every possible inch, satisfied that Snow would be safe, James returned to the porch, sheathing his blade back in it's scabbard. "Clear as crystal glass." he smiled. "Come, have a look at your Castle for the evening, Princess."  - - -  David groaned as he rolled out of bed, stretching with a wince. Doctor Whale had warned him that his left shoulder would take the most time to recover, even going so far as to joke that his memory might return much sooner. Somehow, the former John Doe doubted that. He had been out of the hospital for a little over two weeks, and nothing thus far had rekindled so much as a spark of familiarity. The only thing that felt real, shouldn't have felt like anything at all. Yet, it did, and there was nothing he could do in light of it. Rubbing the sore tendon of his left shoulder, David glanced over his right to the sleeping form curled beneath the blankets.  Kathryn. The woman who claimed to be his wife, though he had a hard time believing that. There wasn't a connection of any sort between them, and when he looked at her, he saw nothing of himself. She was loving and doting, and had been a godsend, he'd give her that much. She was patient and understanding, and he didn't need to ask for any space because she gave it all willingly. And for some unknown reason, that bothered him. Frowning as he pushed up from the bed, he showered and dressed quickly, not wanting to dwell on the usual thoughts of 'if she were my wife, why hadn't she come looking'. Never mind the fact that he still didn't know how he'd gotten into the accident, nor what kind of accident it had been. One of the mysteries revolving around his case was how he'd not sustained any wounds other than his shoulder, and the weird laceration on his side.  Stepping out into the bitter morning air, David shoved his hands into his jacket pockets and forewent the ride in his truck to walk the few blocks to Granny's diner. He didn't want to wait for Kathryn to rise, greet him with a kiss he always tried to duck out of, and make him a breakfast his stomach always felt too queasy to eat. Granny's felt more homey to him, and he enjoyed her cooking. The uneventful walk was filled with waves of unbridled confusion, and an unsettling feeling of loneliness. There had to be something - anything - in this town that he recognized. If he lived here all his life, surely, there had to be something. It was all he could think as he peered around the quiet town, eyes dancing along various faces and buildings, and different landmarks he thought he might remember.  Sighing, his shoulders slouched in defeat. There was just no use. There was nothing here for him to remember, he was convinced. This wasn't where he belonged, not anymore. Whatever life he had lead was gone, a fleeting dream or a nightmare, whichever category it had befallen. For now, all it was was forgotten. When his eyes returned from their wandering, he smiled at the sight of the diner. At least in new memories, this place served him well. He didn't feel the pressure he felt when under Kathryn's scrutiny. Pulling open the door for one of Storybrooke's citizens, David smiled in his greeting and continued on inside. He did a quick scan of the booths, hunting for one in particular. He couldn't help but feel the disappointment when he saw she wasn't here. And neither was the blonde nor the kid that often accompanied them.  Strange, that. With a quick gander to the clock, he noted that it was seven-fifteen exactly. He knew without a doubt that Mary Margaret was here every morning. She sat exactly two tables from the door, book in hand, and a hot chocolate with cinnamon and whip cream sitting untouched on the table before her. Their eyes would meet from time to time, while he was either waiting or paying for his and Kathryn's coffee. On his way out, they would exchange friendly greetings, and for him they were always far too short for his liking. Something about the way Mary Margaret looked at him, smiled at him; he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Her laugh was contagious, and it was therapeutic. He found that laugh staying with him, carrying him lighthearted throughout the day. David knew these thoughts were trouble, but it couldn't be helped.  With a sigh, he made to turn and accidentally stumbled into another. Reaching out to grab the shorter person by the shoulders, David's apology was quick, "I'm sorry, I wasn't looking." When he did get a good look at the woman standing in front of him, he let his hands drop, brows drawn curiously. "Ruby?"  She wasn't dressed in her wait attire, in fact, she appeared to be dressed for a marathon. Donning a pair of black pants with red gym shoes and a black coat, she was more fit for a race than fetching customers refills. The waitress seemed just as flabbergasted as he was, but it cleared quickly as she fumbled around him. "David, I'm sorry, I can't serve you your coffee today. The diner's closed until noon."  Curious, David pressed, "Why?" He did take note that no one else but he was in the diner. However, it wasn't something that had occurred to him when he'd first entered. 'Damn�'  After a quick pan with his eyes of the restaurant, bright blues returned to Ruby's crimson hues. She looked at him as if he was the last person in a long, terribly winding line. "You haven't heard?" She walked backwards towards the door. David followed.  "Heard what?"  Outside, several groups were meandering the streets in twos. Some were breaking off larger numbers and disappearing down alleyways while others were moving into less frequented building's and those that had long since been abandoned. David narrowed his eyes considerably, confusion as well as curiosity setting in. He felt the wind pick up, and glanced to the sky, noting how dark it had gotten since he'd first woke. The keys on Ruby's key chained jingled as she pulled the door shut, locking it for whatever reasons. He knew such crimes weren't repeat offensives in Storybrooke. They rarely had a theft, and even when they did, it was some punk kid with a rebellious attitude. Emma saw to them.  Walking with Ruby down the street, he shoved his hands into his pockets, dipping his head slightly to hear her explanation. "Henry's missing." David frowned as he tried to recall a face. "The Mayor's kid?" Ruby nodded in affirmation, glancing up as she tucked her arms around her small frame. "He showed up at Mary Margaret's apartment early this morning, claiming he was going to find clues to back up some theory of his. No one has seen him since." So that was why half the town appeared to be canvassing the area. "The Mayor's putting together a search party in the Square." It was a wonder Regina hadn't called Kathryn to enlist their help. David followed along beside the waitress in silence. This town was small but large enough to hide a child of Henry's height. As far as he knew, everyone knew each other in some form or another, and Regina was usually kept up to date with everyone's personal lives. If Henry was missing, then this was more serious than the town likely thought.   "You know," Ruby spoke again, bringing him from his thoughts so that his attention was once more focused solely on her. "we could use your help.." She smiled, and in a way, the way she tilted her head was familiar. David offered a nod, choosing to stay quiet. Why would Henry want to cause this much worry? It didn't sit well with him. He felt�invested in the boys life. They'd had minor interaction, but he had visited him occasionally while he was in the hospital with Mary Margaret. The boy had always gazed up at him with adoration, David still couldn't understand why.  Arriving at the Square, David had lost sight of Ruby. Filtering through the crowd, he searched, trying to spot Mary from the citizens of Storybrooke. In a crowd that was nearly over half the town's population, the possibility of actually spotting her was slim. Falling back into the back of the crowd, David moved his eyes towards the blonde who stood on a porch of some second hand clothing store.  Megaphone in hand, Emma cleared her throat into the receiving end. "If you're volunteering in the search, make sure you've registered. You'll be given a partner, and assigned a designated area to canvas. We want to cover as much ground as possible before we run out of light. If you follow to your left, you'll find four tables-"  David's brows quirked upwards as Emma spouted directions to the nearest registration table. There were several lines, each to a different roster. Taking a pen from a cup holder, he bent over a sheet and began to sign his name, eyes scanning the document for one in particular. His mood dimmed when he didn't see her name on the sheet. She had to be on one of the others, he thought. Dropping the pen, he tapped his fingers along the surface of the table while waiting for the name of his partner, glancing back up to scan the crowd behind him. It was likely that Mary had already signed, and therefore, been given a partner. He wondered who it might be, feeling a little annoyed that it wasn't going to be him. Shifting, he accidentally bumped into someone who had come up to register beside him.  "Excuse me," he began, what was it with him and bumping into strangers? David turned his eyes towards the smaller frame he'd lulled against, and immediately, his body froze. His breath caught in his chest, mouth agape, and he felt a great sense of warmth and relief. "Mary Margaret-"  "David Nolan?" the woman behind the table peered up at him over the rim of her glasses, clearly having not realized she had just interrupted him. Nevertheless, David allowed his eyes to stray from Mary. He swallowed thickly, "Yes?"  "You'll be with Mary Blanchard." she stapled the sheets in front of her together, shuffling through papers on her desk. "Your search perimeter's are the northern woods. Don't stray too far from the trails, please." David stood blinking, and then a smile lifted the corners of his lips, and he took a map the woman had extended.  Moving away from the tables, he blessed his lucky stars as he turned to Mary, unable to hide his grin. "Well, how about that?"  OOC: I hope this is better. —charmed. Jan 3rd 2012 - 6:31 AM Send Comment | Send Message | Block User Sleep hadn't come so quickly for him, much as he knew it hadn't come for the fallen Princess. Instead, the Prince laid on his side nearly half the night, facing away from Snow, gazing at the wall. He studied every curvature of the wood, the patterns that were ebbed there. Was that how fate was preordained? Was this all decided for them? This day, was it's outcome already known by some higher power? He wondered how twisted the paths were before him, and if each path had a short cut. There was nothing James would've loved more than to rewrite a few chapters already written in his life. A loveless marriage wasn't a marriage at all, it was a sacrifice. And damnit, he should be allowed to choose his own sacrifices!  When his eyes had finally closed, his mind rampant in thought slowly fading into the ever flowing void of unconscious, he dreamed of nothing but their salvation. Of Snow's victory and his own triumphs. Maybe, such things weren't as far off as they thought. They had the power to write their own story, and if he were to be his own author, he was going to ensure a future of guaranteed peace and happiness for all realms. There would be sorrows and trials from now till then, he was sure; but they could, and they would, over come it all. They had to. Good would always prevail.  Charming stirred at the feel of warmth against his skin, the darkness behind his eye lids unmistakably brighter. The dawn of morning's light made him squint, his eyes painfully retreating closed from the stark contrast of pitch black and pure white. However, before he could allow himself to blink and readjust to the new day, he heard Snow's voice. With his eyes kept closed, he strained to hear her softly spoken words. He hated the Queen for all that she had done to his friend, for tearing her life apart. The Snow he once knew was still in there, but she was trapped behind walls and walls of one guarded heart. He longed for the playful woman beneath the surface, the woman whose carefree spirit enlightened him to his very core. The woman whom put on a smile for the sake of others, despite how she felt. Yet, she had always confided in him her true emotions, allowing him to be her protector. James would protect her still.  "This isn't goodbye," he spoke up suddenly, not wishing to pretend to sleep any longer. He couldn't take the defeated tone, the sadness in her voice, in her spirit. Tossing back the covers, he sat up bracing himself on the edge as he looked at her. "Not if I have any say in the matter, I want you with me, Snow." He knew how she felt, but he knew these feelings did neither of them any good. Not while they were juggling with her life the way that they were. "I'll take you back to my kingdom, and then we can worry about our futures." Stretching as he stood, James padded quietly across the hard wood floor to their clothes. He clutched a handful of his trousers, sighing in relief when he found them to be dry. Unclipping Snow's garments, he set them on the bed beside her, and moved behind a vanity screen to give them privacy.  He changed quickly, lost in thought. From here, he would see her to the safe house he had planned to hide her in; and then he would play the Queen's pawn. His stomach churned, queasy as if to warn him. Something told him this day wouldn't be as easy as he hoped. His plan was going to fail, and he knew it - but he had to try. He had to try for Snow's sake. He needed her to be free. To live. Even if it meant he had to forfeit his own in order to make sure of it. When he was sure she were finished changing, James came around to stand before her. He put his hand inside the collar of his tunic, plucking out a leather thong. Tearing it from his neck, leaving her necklace to remain, he bunched the leather up in his fist, his shoulders rising and falling with his deep inhale.  "I know I have obligations, promises I must honor," he began, reaching down to take her hand in his. Over turning her palm, he clasped his hand over hers, looking up to meet her green eyes. "I'm sorry things couldn't have turned out differently, I think I might have liked to see our parents plans carried out." A smile lifted the corners of his lips at the thought, it was a one he often entertained. Squeezing her hand, he pulled his away, leaving the leather strand. On it was a single ring, simple with a single green stone. "She's my fianc� but I can't bring myself to give to her something that belongs to my mother. You've given me something of yours, Snow, now I want you to have something of mine. Your style, or not." he grinned.  —charmed. Dec 19th 2011 - 6:46 AM Send Comment | Send Message | Block User For the second time that evening, the Prince left the comfort of his bed, making his way back towards the window. Instead of leaning on the sill, James reached out and curled his fingers around Snow's arms, just below her elbows. With gentle force he pulled her towards him, urging her to meet his gaze. He squeezed, brows set in a firm slant, eyes full of concern and hope; he hated seeing her so depleted. "Snow white," he spoke quietly, resolutely. "have you forgotten all that we've been through? As children, as adults, haven't I always found you?" Brushing his thumbs in place back and forth across her arms, James smiled, "I would think that after everything, you would keep faith in me. The Queen can use all the magic in her power if she wants, and it doesn't matter if our plan fails, because I will never stop fighting. Just as I know you won't."  Leaning in, he pressed his lips above her brow, finally pulling back. Slipping his hand down her arm, he grasped a hold of her hand and tugged her with him. Setting his hands on her shoulders, Prince Charming lightly guided her to sit back down on her mattress, and he knelt before her. The bed hardly rose enough that he wasn't eye level, and his hands once more dipped into her own, offering her squeezes of reassurance. "You have to believe in your happy ending, Snow. As far off a possibility as it seems, you of all people should know that nothing is impossible. You need to stop dwelling, none of this is your fault."  "Your stepmother is angry, and she abuses her rule through her anger. You will rule with compassion, and your people will rejoice. They'll be free, but you first must believe in yourself. Have faith, Snow White, all will be as it should in the end. You'll see." Bringing her hands to his lips, he kissed her knuckles and then brought himself back upon his feet. Climbing into his own bed, he settled on his elbow, watching the raven haired beauty a few moments longer.  "Abigail will be returning to her Kingdom until Spring, I'd like it if you stayed at my castle, with me. She might be my fianc�, but you're right, she wasn't my choice. I don't even know her, Snow, but I know you. Let's just get through tomorrow, and we'll take things day by day, and live in the moment." He remembered how she would constantly tell him that, drilling it into his head until it was a motto that he had begun to live by. Settling back, James closed his eyes. "Try and get some rest. You'll be of no use to me if you pass out from exhaustion and I end up having to carry you," he smirked, unable to resist poking fun at her.  —charmed. Dec 17th 2011 - 4:52 AM Send Comment | Send Message | Block User "I know the risks," and they were ones he had weighed countless times in his head that entire afternoon. His Kingdom belonged to him, now. His father had put him in charge of delegations in regards to negotiations and the general council. Royal matters were of his concern, and should he have the inkling to go to War, then so be it. There would be no discussion, it was a done deal the moment the Prince made the declaration, and all it took was the ring of his sword and the seal of his honor. James was one ahead, he knew for a fact that other Kingdoms would join them in this fight. Prince Phillip and Prince Thomas were two of which he knew whose fathers would agree, and who they themselves would offer no quarrel in the light of these events. Snow White was an innocent victim in the path of a vile witch. "Abigail has no say, I haven't married her yet�"  He left out the part of not wanting too. It was known, and his wants weren't what mattered in the deal that had been bargain struck behind his back. The Prince was no less infuriated by such decisions his father had made on his behalf, but had since learned to deal with what was and what will be. For now, he wanted to focus on getting his old friend to safety. "I don't know what would have become of us, Snow." Sighing, he took one last look out of the window, catching the glitter of stars in the sky and the way the pale moon shone brightly just the same. His foot steps were heavy as he made his way back to his bed for the evening, turning back the blankets and dressing his pillow. "Our parents had plans, I'm sure you knew of them as I did. But things change� Plans change, mind's change� People change."  Tossing his pillow back down, the Prince turned to look at the Princess, sitting heavily on the edge of his mattress. The summer palace� Oh, how he remembered that. A crystalline palace nestled in the valley's of mountains. Though it was deemed summer, the Palace was actually located in the climate of something quite the opposite. But the surrounding snow glittered off the palace something ethereal. Even now, it's grand beauty seared into his memory. His brows furrowed at her next question, to which he proceeded with caution. "Of course I do." He still upheld his principles despite the loveless marriage he would soon be entering. "I believe life and love go hand in hand, and having one without the other just isn't enough. Life isn't complete without love, we all need it's magic, in some small way." He paused, and then his expression softened more. "It's not lost to you, Snow. True love won't desert you, you have to believe in that. I have faith you will find it."  —charmed. Dec 10th 2011 - 9:07 AM Send Comment | Send Message | Block User Staring at the necklace placed on the table, James felt relief flood through him at her promise. As long as she got away, then he was fine with death. So long as she kept running, he knew his last breaths would not be wasted. Other factors he hadn't weighed were beginning to filter through his mind. His father would have to deal with the financial stability of their Kingdom himself. With no Prince to marry King Midas' daughter, King George would fall, and his Kingdom over taken. The people, though, would more than likely be cared for. Under a different rule of law, one he could not administer fairness, but they would live all the same. So long for that, James would have no regrets. But the thoughts were too depressing, and instead of dwelling on such pessimistic ideals, he stood and padded his way across the hard wood floor to the table, carefully picking up the necklace and inspecting it. Holding the pendant in the palm of his hand, he smiled, swiping the pad of his thumb across it. He didn't think he was worthy of such beauty, though honored the fallen Princess and clasp the chain around his neck. He caught the slight glitter of it in the pale moonlight allowed in by the window, his eyes followed the glow and locked on Snow's form. He hated seeing that look of sorrow in her eyes, it tore at his heart strings. Nothing could be done, however, not until the morrow. They couldn't predict the future, so neither of them knew how things would pan out from here. But there was one thing that was known: he would not rest until Snow White was free.  More than just a bond of friendship, James had known Snow for a very, very long time. Though their memories dwindled and he had not recovered the full grasp on them until they arrived in the city earlier that night, he knew her to be the girl from his past. The one that had meant the world to him, and her happiness had been his happiness. Fighting for that was the most honorable thing he could do, and do it he must. Slowly, he came to stand beside her, resting his elbows on the window's ledge. Pondering her question for a moment, he looked out towards the moon and the stars and wondered if wishing upon them would ever bring him such luck.  "I'll remember the way everything seemed so bright, and I'll remember that no other Princess has ever managed to infuriate me as much as you." Smirking, he shifted towards her, leaning sideways on the wall with his arm propped up. "I'll remember how a woman named Snow White overcame her step-mother, and although forced to retreat for the time being, how her fire burned with the intensity of a thousand suns. This is change, Snow. As dangerous as it is, all of this, will someday count. Tomorrow, we'll make sure our time spent together was not in vain." Or so he hoped. It mattered not his power, the Queen was formidable and a Sorceress. This would be a team effort. "Your mother will always be watching over you, Snow. Just because you can't see her, doesn't mean she isn't there. She lives on in you."  Reaching out, James tucked his index finger beneath her chin, gently drawing her eyes up to him. "I told you, tomorrow I will get you away from here, I didn't say it was going to be the last time we saw each other. Assisting the Queen in a search is only to assure my innocence. If she's not looking for me, it will be easier to maneuver. I don't plan on leaving you alone, Snow. My Kingdom can shelter you just as well as these woods. And if I have to declare War on the Queen, then so be it." His eyes remained on hers, he had never meant anything as much as he meant this declaration. The Queen's tyranny had to end before it truly began. —charmed. Dec 5th 2011 - 2:18 AM Send Comment | Send Message | Block User He smiled at her nickname for him, a name that had followed him for years. A name he much preferred to introduce himself as. Not for the fact that James wasn't a good name, nor that he didn't like it, but it wasn't a name that held very much meaning with him. Not in the way that 'Charming' had. "Oh, my decisions aren't in question, Snow. I don't have any regrets either. It's not my life that's changing so�drastically." Being forced into a marriage in order to save his family was nothing compared to being forced into hiding in order to save your life. James would rather marry his betrothed than flee for the rest of his life. Though, that was a risk to him as well now, he didn't account it as so. This was simply him doing what he wanted.  The music cut off then, James tore his eyes away from Snow's, eyeing the barmaid who crooked her finger at him. He frowned, but then his eyes moved towards the door and he saw the pub's bouncers standing in the way of dark armored men. It was all the encouragement he needed, and with a quick side step towards their table, he plucked their cloaks from their chairs and grabbed Snow's hand, leading her towards the back door. The barmaid smiled at them, holding up a brown bag that smelled delicious. "Be safe." she whispered to them, and James nodded, handing Snow her cloak before pulling his up. The rain drizzled lightly as they made their escape, and he cradled their dinner beneath his cloak as he made haste back towards the tailors.  All in all, it didn't take too long. At least not as long as it took them before. The silence allowed them to find safety in the basement of his friend's once more, and Charming set the bag of food down on a candle lit table before shaking out his cloak. He hung the damp material on a line extended across the top of the wall of the far side of the room. Chucking his boots, he reached into the bag for their individually wrapped meals and retreated to his bed for the night. "Do you think things might be different if your father hadn't left on his mission?" Raising his eyes from his half eaten platter, he wiped the sauce from the meat off his chin, tying the finished meal up and discarding it back in the brown bag before sitting back down on the plush mattress provided by a generous citizen.  Sitting there in the glowing essence of candlelight, James could only recall their past and how fleeting each meeting had been. They had always made the most of it, and one of the more humorous memories had been their first kiss. He remembered how sudden it had been, and how giddy he had felt when it happened. They were just kids, fooling around and the guards had stumbled upon them. The Prince had received only a verbal reprimand for his behavior, but his mother had patted him on the back, saying he was more like his father than his father would have liked to admit. The thought brought him back to the present, and how so much had changed in what seemed like a short amount of time.  When had everything taken a turn for the worse? Sometimes, James wondered if neither of them had grown apart, if their families hadn't gone astray, if unspoken tragedies had not occurred, where would they be now? Friends, he hoped, though somehow knew. Snow had been right; they always found a way back to one another. It were as if the fates guided them along. He hoped they would continue to do so, for they needed all the luck the good spirits could bestow upon them for what they conspired to do. He was uncomfortable with the plan thus far, leaving her in the woods alone while he played the part of a dutiful Prince. The Queen, he knew, would organize a search party. If only to appear concerned about Snow White. And the Prince would lead the search in the wrong direction. It seemed the perfect plan. It would throw the Queen off his tracks, and she wouldn't even consider him helping the fallen Princess. But there was an uneasy feeling that settled in the pit of his stomach. The Queen was a Sorceress, she wasn't as obtuse as most witches tended to be. She had purpose, and reason, and enough anger to make her a most worthy adversary. He would need another plan, an escape goat should the one they had fall through. But there was one thing he needed, one thing he would have promised to him before the morrow's light dawned on them both.  "Snow," raising his eyes to hers, James inhaled a deep breath. He kept his tone firm, and laced with an authority that titled him a protector. "when I lead you away from here tomorrow, you are not to return. Not for any reason. Wait for me, and I will come for you. But should I not return to you by dawn the next day, I want you to run, and keep running. Escape to another realm, where the Queen's magic can not reach you." —charmed. Nov 28th 2011 - 3:42 AM Send Comment | Send Message | Block User Closing his hand around her own, James grinned and dipped his head in a fashionable bow custom for a Prince. "I'll take my chances." he muttered, falling in step beside her on their way towards the open floor. The few couples who were taking part in the upbeat jig parted to allow them room. The Prince wore a smile as he spun the Princess out in front of him. They were dressed in identical clothing, nothing to flatter either of them but somehow, he knew they didn't need the formal wear to have a good time. And the both of them needed this night, needed their minds off of the waiting problems that would more than likely collapse around them the instant they stepped foot outside this pub. When the rhythm changed, the instruments switching to something far more outgoing, James followed Snow for the square dance, dancing around the three of their square in equal turn. He lost track of the many dances they had partaken in, forgetting about the plates of food awaiting them back at their table. He knew the bar keep would gladly whip up something steamy before they left so they could take it back with them. It was by far the best plan, as he enjoyed the rush of adrenaline a simple dance could provide. The Prince had had many lessons in all forms, though usually his posture and style were heavily graded. Here, he could be as sloppy and as loose as he wished to be. Perfection wasn't needed and it suited him. Finally, after breathless foot movements and just as much usage of his arms, the melody softened. James glanced towards their table, and remembered quietly the past. The Snow who would run to him with a smile, the one who would constantly poke banter with him because she felt like. He wanted to see that smile again, even if just for the time being. At least it would mean their time together had meant something more than further endangering her life. Pulling the Princess to him, James held her hand up in one of his, the other wrapped loosely around her waist. He pressed his chin to the side of her head, swaying in time to the soft beat. After a few moments of silence, he sighed, shutting his eyes.  "I'm sorry," pulling back, his eyes opened to look into her own. "for coming back into your life like this, thinking I could help make a difference. I just want you to be happy, Snow. I want what's best for you, and for your people." He never meant to hurt her further with his presence. For he knew his departure would not be painless. They were friends, and their friendship was the only thing either of them could truly call their own.   —charmed. Nov 23rd 2011 - 8:50 AM Send Comment | Send Message | Block User "Your father is a great man, Snow. Never doubt that. His reasons for bringing in your step mother may not be clear now, but someday they might." Her father was a man that he knew well. After all, their parents were in contact with one another. James had also been in meetings with his father and Snow's, both King's discussing the futures of their Kingdoms. When his father had fallen ill, it was the Prince who stepped up to proceed with the council convening and other dignitaries and voices of state. It had been a couple of years now since James practically became a substitute King. When the barmaid came over to inquire their orders, James opted for his usual. His eyes had since moved to Snow, and they refused to leave the Princess while she spoke.  They lived in two completely different worlds, yet similar enough to make his stomach churn. With him, he was bogged down with responsibility. A code to uphold and should he fail, an entire Kingdom would pay the price. With her, she was kept locked away from her people, which he supposed was just as serious a matter. The mention of his fianc�e went unnoticed, or he ignored it, he didn't wish to think of her right now. She was nothing more than a business associate promised to him. Their relationship outside of that was a void of empty conversation and awkward silences. Offering a smile at her words, James leaned forward, "The way I remember it, you were the one causing all of the trouble, and I was the one trying to get you out of it."  There was a hint of playfulness in his eyes as he sat back again, looking off towards the dance floor. The musicians were in a transition, changing their style sheets and beginning to play another semi-beat worthy of movement. Her words drew his eyes back to her, and he momentarily paused to admire the flicker of candle light soft against the skin of her face. Natural beauty evident, he couldn't help but think her perhaps the most beautiful Princess he'd ever had the privilege of laying his eyes upon. And it was the light in her eyes, mirrored by the fire of the candle, that increased his determination, founding it. He would see her to safety. He would see her to rule this Kingdom. It mattered not the sacrifice, so long as whatever happened, happened when his little brother were old enough to ascend the throne and over see his own Kingdom. Until then, James could not afford death, not that he wasn't prepared for it.  Tapping his fingers against the table for a second, he finally inhaled a breath and stood. Coming around to her side of the table, he held out his hand to her, tilting his head to the side while mustering as much of a charming smile as he could, "I would dance, but I don't think I'd look right out there on my own." Remembering her earlier request and how hurt she had been, he wanted to make sure she at least knew he didn't mind a dance. If anything, it was much desired. Dancing always took the edge off a mood, and right now, they were both in need of some respite. "So, what say you, Snow? Might I have this dance?"  Add Comment