#midocrepilgrim

((AU Where Wirt is supposed to marry Sara, but has accidentally practiced his vowels in a forest and married a member of the dead. Just like Victor in Corpse Bride.

Corpse Bride belongs to Tim Burton.

@cursedbluebird .))

-Wirt cursed himself as he sprinted across the bridge that hung over a small river. Why was he so useless? They were just little words, they couldn’t hurt him. He knew Sara could say them. She performed her marriage vowels so perfectly, but Wirt, oh Wirt, he always fluffed them up. At different part mind you, but not once had he been able to say them all the way through.

Sara didn’t seem to be all that bothered, but her parents didn’t want a spoil wedding. They wanted everything to be perfect and the brunet just wanted to impress them and to please his future wife.

The timid male sighed and clamped his eyes shut. He wished he could fly away. But that was impossible. He wasn’t a bird. Perhaps if he kept walking forever he could disappear completely. He wasn’t important to anyone; well apart from his brother. It wasn’t like he wanted to grow up to be like him though. Greg actually didn’t want to be like Wirt at all.

The youth had found himself out here in the dead cold of night because of his self. He had sprinted away from the wedding rehearsal in a panic. Everyone was mad at him (well everyone but Greg and Sara), even he was irritated with himself for not being able to say some simple words. The pressure just got too much from him.

Wirt lifted his head, and finally opened his chocolate brown orbs. He scanned his surroundings. Great now where was he? The groom to be frowned. He was surrounded by autumn colours, even though they were dim from the fact that the sky was covered in black sheets.-

“Alright, alright, you can do it Wirt.”-He told himself. After all; no one was around, it was just him.-

“With this hand I will...”-Stuck already, he threw his hands to his face and breathed a heavy sigh.-

“With this hand I will clim”-No that wasn’t it.

A few more steps.- “With this candle I will set fire to-”-Wrong again.

Come on Wirt. COME ON!

He took in a deep breath.-

“With this hand I will lift your sorrows.”-Wait. He was doing it. He was really doing it.- “Your cup will never empty for I will be your wine.”-That was it. Never before had he felt so prideful; the boy even began to dance and parade through the trees.-” With this candle I will light your way in darkness.”-He produced the ring from his pocket.-

“With this ring, I ask you to be mine.”-He smirked, placing the gorgeous little piece of jewellery on what looked like a branch. However, the branch was oddly shaped and thin, much like the delicate finger of a lovely lady.

It was then things began to change. The sky darkened even more if that was even possible. Even the wind picked up like a hurricane was on its way. Something didn’t seem right. His lips pulled downwards into a frown.

Suddenly, what turned out to be a hand grasped his hand and tried to hold him in place.-”Gaaah!”-The once gnomish male screamed, trying to pull away, but the hand wouldn’t let go.

Unable to make a quick get away, Wirt watched in horror as a red headed girl in a bridal dress ascended from the ground. Dirt smeared her once pretty dress and her freckled face. She was as pale as death and had a whole in her cheek where decay had claimed her.

Now standing at her full height the undead bride stared right into the other’s soul.-’I do.’-She whispered.-

‘Chase me.’

‘I’m not brave so if you chase me expect me to run.

I’m have no courage so if you shoot me, don’t expect me to hold a gun.

I have no back bone, so when you hurt me expect me to shatter like glass.

I am a yellow belly so when you ask me to fight for your hand expect me to pass.

Its no surprise then that I am also timid, a dog cowering from the rustle of a plastic bag.

It no surprise then that I am also shy, a child in an adults world.

Those who know me know I am cowardly, I will take flight.

Those who know me know I am weak, I can’t hold on to those dreams others would,tight.

‘Magic’

‘When I was young I believed in witch craft. I believed in the imaginary; that beyond our pastures lay a world unknown to all but those who have seen it. That animals could fly in this space, that they could talk and walk just like us.  I dreamed about creatures of a mythical sort and a land where one will never be alone.

Now I see that this was all a blur. A story book with its pictures made up. Written lies about dancing bow ties. A painting of the candle; which provides no warmth.

Even though now I don’t believe I can at least trust in you my fairy tale queen. You are real yet everything I would have pretended in make-believe. I can touch you but it feels fake to me.

((A role play between midocrepilgrim and @wendyfulmother.  Thank you for the like.

AU: Cross over.))

-Wirt had never directly met Wendy Darling, yet he did recognise her face. The lass lived a few doors from his very own home that he shared with his mother, step father and half brother. Wendy was slightly younger than he was so it meant that they weren't in the same class at school either. Nope. He only knew her as one of the people that lived on his road.

Despite their lack of communication; one faithful day the young man found himself colliding with the poor female while she was on the way home from the local bakery. Unfortunately, this had knocked the poor girl's sweet cinnamon rolls out of her basket and littered about the pavement. Not to mention she had now fallen backwards onto her rump and probably had hurt herself.

The awkward teenager stumbled backwards in shock (almost falling over himself). His brown hues were wide and his mouth was curved down into a frown.

Oh Wirt what had you done now? If only he had been paying attention instead of uttering poetry to himself under his breath.-

"I-I'm sorry."-He replied, his tone uneasy due to his natural anxiousness.-" Here let me help you get these up."-The brunet stated, but before he could begin to do so his indecisive thoughts kicked in.-" No wait. You can't eat these off the ground."-He panicked.-" Uh...I...maybe I could buy you some more?"-The male continued to dig himself a deeper hole.-" But that would mean going to mine to get change...I..."-He took a deep breath and stared at the girl to see if she could help him with making a decision.

(( A role play starter with @askplutoheartz ))

-It was around six in the evening and Wirt (after having sprinted away from a heated discussion) found himself storming into the nearby graveyard.

Right now he was so emotionally distraught that the sensitive boy felt like he should go back to the Unknown. Go back and not be missed by anyone. Go back and be rid of today’s stresses. Go back and forget about this real world and all who lived in it.

Even so, when he did enter the graveyard, he found himself realising that he was over reacting. That the place over the garden wall would mean that he wouldn’t be able to stay home with the ones he loved. The ones he had briefly forgotten about in that moment of pure distraught.

The now weeping teenager sighed, leaning up a nearby tree and dwelling on the past events. It was then that he heard a sound ringing out much like an echo in a deep cave.

Crying.

He knew that sound anywhere. Cautiously, the youth poked his head around from behind the tree. There he saw a female with a heart shaped tattoo upon her face. It must have been temporary judging by the looks of the girl,but there it sat on her face,prominent.

Wirt frowned at the sight. By the looks of things the girl was grieving over lost loved ones. After all she was knelt in front of two tomb stones like a child, sobbing over the remains of their lost pet.

He frowned. Her problems were far worse than his own.

When his chocolate brown hues mulled over the girl again; she was staring right at him. Oh no. Did she think he was spying one her?