Objective: A week before Zain and Kathryn could get married, a curse was placed them both. Kathryn is now a mermaid living in the lake surrounding Nobel Michel while Zain has lost his voice. Zain must tell Kathryn to kiss him on the lips before their wedding day so the curse can be reversed and they can live happily ever after.
Relationship: Engaged. Very deeply in love, but kisses are few with Zain’s workload and Kathryn’s somewhat shy nature. She had only initiated a kiss five times in their entire relationship.
Rules: If broken, I will be unable to achieve the goal.
1. My replies are limited to: Unlimited
2. Zain cannot initiate the kiss, make kissing gestures, or write down a request asking for her to kiss him.
No Deus ex machina plot device
Definition: a plot device whereby a seemingly unsolvable problem is suddenly and abruptly resolved by the contrived and unexpected intervention of some new event, character, ability, or object. Depending on how it is done, it can be intended to move the story forward when the writer has “painted himself into a corner” and sees no other way out, to surprise the audience, to bring a happy ending into the tale, or as a comedic device.
3. Adding to the challenge: Make a reference to the original Little Mermaid story. Kathryn doesn’t know of it, but Zain does. ;)
I’m looking forward to this~
Do either Kathryn or Zain know the details of the curse? Do they know they have to kiss? That it has to be before the wedding? That Kathryn has to initiate it?
Zain and Kathryn know the details. Only Zain knows they have to kiss because he met with the person who cursed them before—Kathryn can’t because she’s confined to the lake. She knows they have to break it before the wedding just be principal. She doesn’t know she has to initiate it.
Do you mean that Kathryn doesn’t realize Zain is making a reference or that she doesn’t know the original story?
Kathryn doesn’t know the original story.
A deep sigh escaped Zain. He opened his mouth for the umpteenth time, hoping for his vocal cords to produce proper words this time. He moved his mouth, exercising his throat with no success. This was unbelievable. His frustration was growing, not that he could scream and yell about it. He held his hand in a tight fist, attempting to think of a solution to his and his dear Kathryn’s predicament. When he thought about it, losing his voice was nothing. Nothing compared to losing one’s legs and having them replaced with a fish’s tail. ‘A mermaid,’ the calmer part of his brain corrected him.
He sat on one of Nobel Michel’s more abandoned beach shore, his shoes sitting on the sand behind him and his pants legs rolled up. This was the only way he could see Kathryn now. Sadness and loneliness overtook his expression as he caressed her cheek softly. He had no idea how she was handling the situation. She had spent the night in the water and the thought of it terrified him. He had attempted to carry her back to the castle but as soon as he took a step outside of the beach, she made sounds as if she was in pain and demanded to be returned to the water. He was extremely concerned and he hoped his expression and eyes were able to transmit all of it. No matter what, he could not stop thinking about the worst case scenarios. What if Kathryn was not only stuck in this form forever but she disappeared from his sight? What if she turned into sea foam, never to be seen again? Was there a way he could break the curse. Perhaps he had to die for her to regain her legs. He would lose his legs-and life- and in turn she would have hers returned. He would not mind. Not for her. ‘Everyone needs a backup.’ He thought of what the witch had told him and he leaned forward, kissing her lips lightly, pausing a moment to test if what he had been told had been indeed true.
Nothing happened. Kathryn was still a mermaid and he knew without trying that he could not speak. He pulled back and he attempted to smile for her, to reassure her that everything would be all right, but it did not quite reach his eyes. He turned slightly so that he could write in the sand. ‘I was able to find her,’ he wrote, referring to the witch. ‘She told me how to break this curse,’ he continued, erasing the words as Kathryn read them. His finger stood poised in the sand, prepared to write ‘You have to kiss me’ only to find his finger could not move. He tried again, a different phrasing this time but he just stared down at his frozen hand, unwilling to move. Is this what the witch meant when she said he could not tell Kathryn how to break the curse?
‘I cannot say,’ he finally wrote. ‘My body freezes whenever I attempt to write it.’ He turned to watch her, his brows furrowed.
Keeping track of requirements under cut:
Kathryn’s brows furrowed as she gazed at the writing in the sand, then she gazed up at her beloved. She could see the frustration in his eyes and her heart went out to him. Cupping his cheek, she leaned forward and kissed the opposite cheek, caressing his skin gently.
"I know it’s frustrating, darling, but we’ll figure it. We’ll find a way for you to tell me," she said. "And don’t worry about me. I’m fine." She giggled. "All of the fish in the lake are very friendly and they’ve told me where to stay so I don’t get carried off somewhere or hunted by fishermen. Although, they’d have a hard time dragging me out with their nets."
She looked into his green eyes longingly. “I just wish I could hear your voice again,” she murmured. “If only I could bargain with the witch… I’d give anything for you to have your voice back…”
Kathryn giggled. “I wonder if Mike would still like to hold our wedding for us in case in this doesn’t work out. We have all of the necessary parts after all. Even… even if you don’t have your voice…. I know you would still say yes…” She murmured, kissing his fingers gently.
Her eyes returned to his. “Don’t worry, Zain, I’ll be alright. I have faith in you,” she said lovingly.
On a scale of Elsa to Javert, how much can you let things go?