Caraval fanfiction ko mi je bilo dolgčas....
Legend was passing through the dimly lighted halls of the Valenda palace. He stopped just for a minute to admire the inky shadows that danced on the celling. His thoughts wandered back to Caraval if only he would be allowed to use more fire, too bad that some have irrational fears that their houses would evaporate. But he didn’t have time for that he had places to be and people to annoy so he quickened his pace towards the jolly music coming just from the end of the hall. Before entering he had to check himself in the windows reflection he was sure he looked splendid but that stupid quarrel with persisting castle guards could alter his appearance unconfutable close to special someone at this so-called important diplomatic gathering.

The room was bathing in a blinding light and consumed in mixture of cherry music and loud chatter of Valenda’s elite. Legend glanced around making sure that no one important noticed his appearance but he did immediately spot his highness who did surprisingly managed to put at least a little bit effort in his usually dishevelled clothes but he obviously did not come close to him, Legend did make sure to not stand out too much and keep things modest but it seemed that with higher class come the lover fashion sense. Which was even more accurately showed in bunch of very important some ones whose heads were basically drowning in their giant collars. While some other guests decided that they would rather be drowning in alcohol, of course they have nothing more to do than waste this precious wine and gowns no wonder ordinary people wanted to lose their minds in Caravals magic. Legend rolled his eyes but then he spotted something peculiar in seemingly delicate hands of Valenda’s heir was not an apple but an elaborate champagne glass shaped in an intricate shape. Well the drink probably tasted like apples anyway and given his taste in almost anything it probably tasted horrible. Legend shook his head just slightly he had a spell to test but given the way some drunk girls were giggling at him on the dance floor he had no interest going there just now either. He would take a quick trip to the drinks table to avoid them and ramblings of the drunk man on the left, just a sip to see how awful it tastes, to have a proof and to check if the exit nearby is not occupied with some giant statue of some wannabe legend general. For all the talking about fire safety they behaved like a bunch of preschool children in their own houses. Luckily, he was used to move and hide in large intoxicated crowds. The glasses were easily to spot and he noticed that they were created in a manner that would be impossible to clean well it is just like princeling to make everything more difficult for everybody. Legend grabbed one of them nonchalantly when he noticed that the crown prince was lying there on the floor.

Did he drink too much of this monstrosity or did his diet of apples finally took its tool? Well no one seemed to notice that the person the most people were here for was lying unconscious or maybe he was just being dramatic, maybe this was just an elaborate plot for something. Legend knew for certain that he would take no part in it. He looked at weird glass in his hands and threw its containments in princes face. That would in normal circumstances wake a person up, he just had to give him a brain scrambling shake and a good old slap, which Legend gladly provided, he already looked like some unkept criminal that he was, this just completed the look. But that did not offer any effect, he was still there and of course he had to be dumb enough to have a course that would made it impossible to check if he was temporally dead or was just being dramatically whiny about it.

Legend was getting angry why did he had to choose this exact party to get irresponsible over and got himself temporary killed. Legend loved getting him poisoned but not in this manner, this was just blandly uncreative no changing skin colour to some disgusting shade of lime green, no inflammable hair or even slight hallucinations no just a plain old fainting act. Legend looked around and no one looked particularly worried they were too drunk anyway well those who planned that were probably watching with glee and he would gladly join them in their position. However not today they ruined his grandiose plan if he would anticipate this he would bring some black ink to give this good for nothing apple eating prince some nice heavy moustache except this was not in any way or reason comparable with his grand scheme he had to make to just come here. He huffed he could leave him lying there and maybe soak him in all these drinks when he is at it but the people behind this were not dumb to some extent. They did manage to bypass tight security around Valenda’s heir or maybe Jacks was just dumb and did manage to poison himself just to spite him. Nevertheless, it is possible that if they see him wake up looking fresh like a daisy, they would connect the dots. Well Legend did hear the tales of the man who was royal advisor and survived many poisonings, so conspirators thought he was invincible and had to shoot him with silver bullets. But this sad excuse of a prince was not that amazing and it would be in a poor taste to waste a single silver bullet on him.

He sighed in the end he always had to do all the work, he was a Legend but still is just like Jacks to get poisoned and run his magnificent plans for him with his stupid decision to spice up his monotone diet with some poisoned punch. Legend scooped him up and realised for someone who ate only apples he was surprisingly heavy not like Legend was weak of course. He luckily knew where the exits were all this work that was then ruined by this stupid heavy drunk head. If someone asks him he can just say that he got drunk, he already looked wasted before all off this anyway. Back in his head he knew this would probably spark some scandal but it would serve Jacks right for letting his guard down not any other day nooo but on this very important spell testing day. He is always SOOO smart about it, well Legend is smarter, especially in illusion spells. He carefully slipped behind the doors for which he had to use his newly polished boots that were now ruined with high class filth. He was once again at the shadowy halls and the only light here was provided by the torches, he stole a glance because if this was just Jacks convoluted plan to get him arrested so he could sneer at him across the prison bars he was going to throw him out the window and he would not even bother to open it. Speaking of him the light that illuminated his face made him look peaceful, just like he was sleeping which proved again how unimaginative this poison was. Legend though he looked not so bothersome, probably because in that state he was not able to harass him in dreams. He even resembled his stupid statues that polluted Valenda’s streets. Just when he realized he should probably take advantage of this situation surely, he deserved it actually, he noticed a slight shuffle. Was he waking up already was this sorry excuse of a murder attempt that weak. He rolled his eyes again at these lazy backstabbing plan running meddlers. Jacks was conscious but he did seem like he was just in the early stage of getting awake but Legend did not care so he made a move to step towards the light to speed up this process because Legend would not allow him to get comfortable in his arms and start nicely lying around when he was doing all the carrying and while he should be testing his spectacular spell. Then the idea struck him maybe he can get something out of this, wouldn’t it be fun if he startled him or even better scare him a little and, in this state, he was at least less annoying waste of space.

Legend prided himself for his use of his surroundings to provide the best effects so he carefully placed himself in a way that his face was obscured in the dark, just in time because the reason his hands were aching just a little of course, started to wake up, he blinked only once, looked up and the ungrateful little twat he was shouted “Put me down!”

Legend has been waiting for this since forever so he mused with a small smirk “Your wish is my command, your majesty.”
If he didn’t recognize him before he did now and he did not look happy, he looked like he wanted to do a bunch of unspeakable things but he had to regain his footing first and Legend watched him stumble gracelessly with a satisfied smile.

˝What did you do? ˝ he spoke with tone that was dripping in poison Legend wished they put in stupid drink that started this mess.

˝Saved your unappreciatively stupid ugly head, that is what,˝ he tried not to shout, encounter with pesky guard did linger in his mind, but of course Jacks did not care.

Of course, he probably wanted him to get thrown in jail as he did not bother to whisper: ˝Sabotaging this important diplomatic event for you to drive some badly drawn moustache, sounds more like it! ˝

Legend had to scoff ˝Please, do you think I’m an amateur, if I was in their place I would get you spiked with something that would get your nose to illuminate in red light to warn everybody to run away from you. Plus, this is more like some excuse for rich puritans to have an orgy than ImPOrTANT DIPLOmATiC EveNT. ˝

Jacks seemed to consider his words, a thing everyone should have done honestly but Jacks especially, whose thoughts come to abrupt halt as he noticed sticky substance he was drenched in.

Legend was feeling generous so he provided explanation ˝Thought I would make an excuse for your little slumber party you pulled. It doesn’t even matter that much given you look like this most of the time. ˝

Jacks winced ˝The world you are looking for is effortlessly elegant but that is not something I expect you to understand, just like complex political dealings. Well now I know who you mingle with. ˝

˝It is satisfying to see you putting yourself where you belong, your royal excellence,˝ Legend said and turned on his feet his plans on testing his new spell of endless dancing would have to wait for another diplomatic orgy it seemed. At least he could walk from this conversation with a small satisfaction and with a little bit of luck those guards would probably be finishing their shift by now, right?