Steamwork Irion
AStephens1971Howl was walking through Ingary when he started thinking:
His mind wandered to a certain Mayday when he first spotted a damsel in distress. And there she was—brunette, braided ponytail, wearing a hat. The cause of her distress—two soldiers intent on harassing her. Of course, before any of them knew what had happened, he’d sprung into action:
“There you are sweetheart, sorry I'm late. I was looking everywhere for you.â€His mind went forward in time. She’d lived in the castle for some time as a 90 year-old grandma, and he’d peeked in on her, sleeping peacefully. For some reason, her hair had reverted back to its brown color—the color it was when he’d accompanied her to the bakery, her destination!
His heart stood still, and he honestly could not breathe for the next few seconds. That timid young maid he had escorted to the bakery and “Grandma Sophie,†his erstwhile cleaning lady were the same person! And, of course, they had somehow merged into the young woman he now claimed as the love of his life!
Before he knew it, he had returned to the castle. When the portal clicked back, he saw her—beautiful as ever, his love, his Sophie.
As suddenly as he had appeared that first day, he wrapped his arms around her from behind. “Don’t ever change again, Sophie,†he whispered seductively into her ear. “You’re beautiful just the way you are.â€
Still in his arms, Sophie turned around and placed a hand to his cheek. “So are you, Howl,†she whispered back, laying her head on his shoulder. “So are you.â€
Inspired by characters from Howl's Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones
His mind wandered to a certain Mayday when he first spotted a damsel in distress. And there she was—brunette, braided ponytail, wearing a hat. The cause of her distress—two soldiers intent on harassing her. Of course, before any of them knew what had happened, he’d sprung into action:
“There you are sweetheart, sorry I'm late. I was looking everywhere for you.â€His mind went forward in time. She’d lived in the castle for some time as a 90 year-old grandma, and he’d peeked in on her, sleeping peacefully. For some reason, her hair had reverted back to its brown color—the color it was when he’d accompanied her to the bakery, her destination!
His heart stood still, and he honestly could not breathe for the next few seconds. That timid young maid he had escorted to the bakery and “Grandma Sophie,†his erstwhile cleaning lady were the same person! And, of course, they had somehow merged into the young woman he now claimed as the love of his life!
Before he knew it, he had returned to the castle. When the portal clicked back, he saw her—beautiful as ever, his love, his Sophie.
As suddenly as he had appeared that first day, he wrapped his arms around her from behind. “Don’t ever change again, Sophie,†he whispered seductively into her ear. “You’re beautiful just the way you are.â€
Still in his arms, Sophie turned around and placed a hand to his cheek. “So are you, Howl,†she whispered back, laying her head on his shoulder. “So are you.â€
Inspired by characters from Howl's Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones
