Hielos (princesa de los) + Deletrea de Eritrea

caliente, tibio, ...

Hielos

(princesa de los)

Biznieta de la Reina de las Nieves.
Vive sola en un inmenso palacio de hielo y cristal.
Le encantan los helados de nata y el granizado de limón.
Ha recuperado la fábrica de espejos de su bisabuela, que se había hecho famosa gracias a la creación de un espejo maléfico, compuesto esencialmente de hielo y escarcha.
Transformaba al guapo en feo, y al bueno en malo.

La princesa de los Hielos ha sabido impulsar el desarrollo del negocio mediante la innovación y la creación de nuevos productos:

• el espejo deformante;
• el espejo con retrovisor incorporado;
• toda la gama tristemente célebre de los espejos deprimentes: con los espejos desoladores, desconsoladores y desmoralizadores;
• el espejo adulador, que usaba la madrastra de Blancanieves. Con reconocimiento de voz y código de acceso. Generalmente se empieza por: "Espejito, espejito, dime quién es la más bella...";
• el espejo Viceversa, utilizado por la pequeña Alicia. Se pasa a través de él con la misma facilidad con que se cruza una puerta, y se entra en otro mundo.

Consciente de que la gente vive en apartamentos cada vez más pequeños, la princesa de los Hielos ha decidido convertirlo en su producto estrella e introducirlo en todos los mercados.
Su eslogan publicitario para venderlos será:

¿El espejo Viceversa?
¡Haga entrar un nuevo mundo en su apartamento!

Palabras dulces, palabras locas, palabritas, PALABROTAS, palabras cálidas,

palabras graciosas,

palabras blandas,

palabrejas.

Deletrea de Eritrea

(princesa)

En cuanto se termina una comida o se acaba un baile, la princesa Deletrea de Eritrea se larga la primera y sube la escalera de los mil escalones que lleva a los salones de la gran biblioteca.
Lee todo lo que encuentra: novela, poesía, cuento, filosofía y hasta las revistas de cotilleos.
Está escribiendo la historia de su vida, su biografía (por el momento, tres volúmenes de quinientas cincuenta y siete páginas).
Anda en busca de unas gafas con las que sus ojos no se fatiguen.
Sueña con días divididos en capítulos, a los que ella podría poner título.
Se expresa con rimas, siempre habla en verso y se sabe el diccionario de memoria.

The Mirror-Boy (WEASLEY TWINCEST)

The Mirror-Boy

Elfflame

Summary:

There was a boy once who was alone.

Notes:

Created for Moonlight George to tell Fred late one night to help him sleep. Slight hanky warning.

Work Text:

"Once upon a time, there was a boy who was all alone.  He hated being alone, but no one ever seemed to have time for him.  His parents were always busy with his brothers, his brothers were never interested in playing the games he wanted to play, and his friends never understood his games.  

"Every night, before he went to sleep, he would stand in front of the mirror in his room, and wish that the mirror-boy on the other side was his.  Because he knew the mirror-boy would understand him the way no one else could.  He knew this because he'd seen that the mirror-boy was always sad when he was sad, and always happy when he was happy.  He knew they would be the best friends ever, and that he would never be lonely again.

"One day, he was out by the pond near his family home, when he found an odd stone.  It sparkled for a moment in his hand, then went dull.  He rubbed at it for several minutes, but the stone refused to sparkle again.  He heard his mum call him in for dinner, and put the stone in his pocket so that he could examine it better when he was alone that night.

"However, when he reached his room, there was someone already there, sitting on his bed.  The mirror-boy.  He smiled at the boy, and the boy smiled back.  They spent all night talking, and the boy knew if he could just keep his friend, all would be right with the world.

"But the next morning, the mirror-boy was gone.  He was back in the mirror where he had always been.  The boy ran to the mirror, and asked the boy why he had left, but the boy just shook his head sadly.  The boy tried everything he could, but nothing brought the mirror-boy back to him.  It was only when he found the stone once more that he learned what had happened.  He had found a wishing stone, which had allowed him his wish for twelve hours.  But wishing stones only work once, and the boy was alone again.

"The boy grew older, searching for anything that would bring the mirror-boy back to him, until one day, he stumbled upon an old witch, who told him a secret.  'He can no longer leave the mirror, having left it already once before, but you can go to him.'  She gave him a concoction to drink, and he hurried home to take it.  That night, he kissed his mother and father goodnight, knowing it was really good-bye.  He would never see them again, for he would spend the rest of his life with the mirror-boy, he knew.

"He sat down on his bed, facing the mirror-boy, and swallowed the bitter potion.  At first he thought nothing was different, then he looked up, and discovered to his horror, that the mirror-boy was gone.  He didn't even exist in the mirror any more.  And then arms settled around his waist, and a voice whispered in his ear.  'Welcome home, brother.'  And the two of them were never parted again."

ECHO AND NARCISSUS - III

ECHO AND NARCISSUS
Adapted from the retelling by Elsie Finnimore Buckley

Third Story
While quenching his thirst, a flame's kindled at last:
for love of himself, life is just aside cast.
As for the maiden, she pines away in the glen,
to repeat every call there again and again.

At last, tired out with his wanderings and with anger, he threw himself on the grass by the pool, and would not look at her nor speak to her again. For a time she stood beside him weeping, and longing to speak to him and explain, but never a word could she utter. So at last in her misery she left him, and went and hid herself behind a rock close by. After a while, when his anger had cooled down somewhat, Narcissus remembered he was very thirsty, and noticing for the first time the clear pool beside him, he bent over the edge of the bank to drink. As he held out his hand to take the water, he saw looking up towards him a face which was the fairest face he had ever looked on, and his heart, which never yet had known what love was, at last was set on fire by the face in the pool. With a sigh he held out both his arms towards it, and the figure also held out two arms to him, and Echo from the rock answered back his sigh. When he saw the figure stretching out towards him and heard the sigh, he thought that his love was returned, and he bent down closer to the water and whispered, "I love thee."

"I love thee," answered Echo from the rock.

At these words he bent down further, and tried to clasp the figure in his arms, but as he did so, it vanished away. The surface of the pool was covered with ripples, and he found he was clasping empty water to his breast. So he drew back and waited awhile, thinking he had been overhasty. In time, the ripples died away and the face appeared again as clear as before, looking up at him longingly from the water. Once again he bent towards it, and tried to clasp it, and once again it fled from his embrace. Time after time he tried, and always the same thing happened, and at last he gave up in despair, and sat looking down into the water, with the teardrops falling from his eyes; and the figure in the pool wept, too, and looked up at him with a look of longing and despair. The longer he looked, the more fiercely did the flame of love burn in his breast, till at length he could bear it no more, but determined to reach the desire of his heart or die. So for the last time he leaned forward, and when he found that once again he was clasping the empty water, he threw himself from the bank into the pool, thinking that in the depths, at any rate, he would find his love. But he found naught but death among the weeds and stones of the pool, and knew not that it was his own face he loved reflected in the water below him. Thus were the words of the prophet fulfilled, "So long as he sees not himself he shall live and be happy."

Echo, peeping out from the rock, saw all that had happened, and when Narcissus cast himself into the pool, she rushed forward, all too late, to stop him. When she found she could not save him, she cast herself on the grass by the pool and wept and wept, till her flesh and her bones wasted away with weeping, and naught but her voice remained and the curse that was on her. So to this day she lives, a formless voice haunting rocks and caves and vaulted halls. Herself no man has seen since the day Narcissus saw her wringing her hands for love of him beside the nodding bulrushes, and no man ever shall see again. But her voice we all have heard repeating our words when we thought that no one was by; and though now she will say whatever we bid her, if once the curse were removed, the cry of her soul would be:

"Narcissus, Narcissus, my love, come back—come back to me!"

By the side of the clear brown pool, on the grass that Echo had watered with her tears, there sprang up a sweet-scented flower, with a pure white face and a crown of gold. And to this day in many a land men call that flower "Narcissus," after the lad who, for love of his own fair face, was drowned in the waters of Helicon.