Inspired by the picture above. (This is so long lol, but I hope you like it if you read the whole thing.)
He looked angelic with his silk blue shirt, soft blond hair and pink tinted lips. His eyes closed, frozen in a serene expression of rest. His chest rose and fell like the ocean tide, soft, slow and shallow under the spell that held him.
His hands were folded over his stomach, the position the servants had put him in to make it seem like he was just resting his eyes and not cursed to never wake up. Even now as I looked upon him, he appeared as if he would open his eyes at any moment and greet the stranger knelt beside him.
But he didn't.
He remained motionless, save for his gentle breathing. Suspended, forever unchanged by time or elements. His porcelain smooth skin still shone like the day he'd collapsed in the courtyard.
I bit my lip. I had been told of the prince's beauty, but beholding it myself, the telling couldn't do him justice. Even with his eyes closed it was clear they were sharp and catlike. His nose was strait and high, softly rounded at the tip to look almost cute. His slightly full lips pushed forward in a permanent pout that matched his pointed but strong chin. The whole lower half of his face came forward further making him look like the painting of a fairy or a god. Strong, and delicate at the same time.
Steadying the breath behind my hammering heart, I lifted my hand to touch his brow lightly. He was just as soft to the touch as he looked. I glided my hand back to his hairline, pushing his bangs back slightly. I let my fingers drift through his soft locks, finding the action oddly self calming, despite its usual intention.
At last, taking a deep breath, I pushed myself up to my knees and bent over him. This was fate, I reminded myself, it was meant to be, he couldn't be angry with me if he believed in fate as well, as had been told of him.
I closed my eyes, too nervous to look at him, then leaned down until I felt his still warm skin against mine. I felt the shape of his lips on my own and, with one last moment of hesitation, I pressed the kiss into them.
I didn't expect him to return it, so his continued stillness didn't bother me. I kissed him long enough that I felt it would qualify for the spell, then at last pulled back.
I sat back down on my heals and rested my arms on the bed, acutely aware of the lasting feeling on my lips.
Nothing happened.
I waited breathless. They had said it might take a moment, I had to be patient.
Then it happened. His lips parted just a little and he took a long quiet breath.
I stifled myself from leaping up and shouting for joy, and forced myself to continue watching him while I bit my lip.
He started to actually stir after another moment. Moving his head slightly and furrowing his brow just a little. I was positively giddy. It worked, it actually worked. Fate had chosen me. The boys were right.
The prince started to open his eyes. Just slits, but he shifted his head to face me showing he could in fact still see. He blinked a few times as if trying to figure out what he was seeing.
"Prince San?" I asked, my voice still quieted from nerves.
The prince moaned quietly and rolled his head a little, still very out of it and confused.
I lifted my hand to touch his hair, but stopped myself, hovering there. Even though I had already kissed him, now that he was awake it felt wrong somehow to touch what was, in reality, a complete stranger.
