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Acceptance Part 3
Pairings : BloomxSky
Rating : T
Genre : romance
Length : medium
Bloom was sitting in the living room of her home. It was one of these rainy days. Gardenia was located in a region where temperatures were often low and days short. Even during summer, it would rain at least three times a week.
Usually, the house smelt of eucalyptus, but today the house smelt fresher due to the laundry hanging in the corridor leading to the backdoor. It was raining too hard to hang the clothes outside.
Bloom was trying to read a book that had been sitting on her bookshelves for over a year now. But it was hard to read fantasy books without comparing them to Magix. She was sitting in the love chair in front of the veranda. She was only wearing a t-shirt and cotton shorts with socks. She felt cozy there. There was nothing more normal than the rain tapping on the window, the velvety touch on the back of her tights, the weight of the book on her lap, and the calm of the house.
In a week, she would leave her home and follow Sky back to Heraklion.
A small smile appeared on her lips. She was a little bit nervous. However, she also felt pleased about the step they were taking. After two years of conflicts, impossible love, rejection, and despair, his parents gave them a chance.
Samara had reached her first, but surprisingly, Erendor had shown interest in Bloom. He had suggested to his son inviting Bloom to some events.
Their first week was already planned. Bloom took the paper from the small wooden coffee table next to her. On it was listed the seven days of the week. She counted at least three balls, two charity events, five receptions, and one travel to the capital to inaugurate the renovation of a monument.
Reading the list once again, Bloom felt her head grow heavier. Anxiety was starting to build inside her chest. People would see them together. They would be followed everywhere. Every pair of eyes would be set on her.
Bloom took a deep breath. She remembered the day Sky turned seventeen. She had learned the hard way that there was a law protecting heirs from menace such as paparazzi until their seventeenth birthday.
That day, Bloom and Sky were on a date. It was very simple. They watched a movie at the theater and ate in a cute coffee shop. It was nothing too fancy.
The following day, thousands of pictures of them were plastered on every magazine in Magix. And, of course, Bloom was the main topic of every talk shows on Heraclion.
Her outfit had been dissected. Poor thing had only been wearing a pair of low-rise jeans, a white knitted shirt with flowers on it, and white sneakers. Her parents had put a lot of money into these shoes.
But still, she had been called unclassy, trashy, and undeserving of their prince. No one dared to mention that Sky had been wearing a sweater, jeans, and sneakers too.
Here on earth, that was how people dressed. But in the magical dimension, you had to wear many colors, put some make-up on, and dress in short clothes. Anything uncomfortable in her opinion. She liked wearing dresses and skirts, but not every single day. Her fairy outfit was already too glittery and revealing to her liking. She struggled a lot with the way she looked. She hated her waist, mostly her hips. She was already small, and her hips only shortened her more.
They had criticized her for holding his hand while walking, and god forbid, for sharing a kiss.
Would that happen again? Stella had explained that Bloom's outfits would be taken care of by the royal stylists. She did not have to worry about a group of old Heraklionish ladies passing out on seeing her sneakers.
Her parents still didn't know. And even though she was supposed to leave in less than a week, Bloom feared their reaction. They often felt left out because they didn't understand everything happening in her life. They could barely register that Sky was royalty. Let alone what it meant to be involved with him.
Her dad was in the garage. His car had broken down. He was repairing it with the help of his neighbor. Vanessa was on the back porch, talking to her grandmother on the phone.
Bloom took a deep breath.
"I just want some peace. No stress."
That's when her phone biped. She put down both the paper and book and took her phone. She had a few missed calls from her friends, a notification from a game, and a new text. She saw Sky's face, and next to it, a text.
"I'm bored to death over here. School is empty. I can't wait to see you Monday. Call me tonight? "
She smiled at her phone. She could tell he wanted to ask her if she had talked to her parents about her decision. But being the charming prince that he was, he took her anxiety into consideration and decided to restrain his curiosity. If she had done so, he would already know.
Suddenly, she could hear her parents talking on the porch. She decided to join them.
Mike was sitting on the porch's handrail while Vanessa was sitting on the swing. She had been drinking her herbal tea while reading a book. She was in a brown dress, barefoot.
Bloom loved seeing her mother like this. Vanessa always looked peaceful. She reminded her of Flora. That was probably why the latter was such a good roommate to Bloom.
"Bloom, darling!" Vanessa said, offering Bloom a spot next to her, "come under the blanket, you will catch a cold."
She noticed how anxious Bloom looked. She was holding her phone hard.
"Are you ok Bloom?"
"I'm alright mom. Don't worry. I just need to talk to you two about something important."
Vanessa looked at Mike from the corner of her eyes. He saw his wife's glare and sat down on another bench, closer to Bloom.
"It's about Sky and me. " Both adults shared a look. "It's nothing bad, I promise. Actually, it's great news." Bloom took the letter from her shorts pocket. "Sky's mother sent me this letter right before the end of term." She gave it to her mother. "Read it."
Vanessa started to read the letter while Mike stood up to read over her shoulder.
"Bloom..." Vanessa murmured. "Bloom, this is amazing! It seems like she is finally comfortable with the two of you dating!"
"Yes, it seems like it!" Bloom said with a small smile on her face.
"I don't like this. I don't like this for so many reasons." Announced Mike while glaring at the paper. "Why now? And why does she want you to stay there for so long?"
"So they can be together," said Vanessa, rolling her eyes at him. "Must I remind you that they spent a week here last holiday?"
"It's not the same!"
"How is it not ?"
We were always around. I don't trust that boy!"
"That wasn't his idea dad. Stop acting like I'm a child."
"Oh but you are a child!! And he is an eighteen years old boy! You don't know what they have in mind." Vanessa let out a small cry of exasperation.
"As much as I agree with you on this point, Sky is different from most of these boys, remember? He has more class and respect than any boy I know. Cut him some slack."
"I will not. If I do, who is going to look after her? It's my job!"
Vanessa only rolled her eyes at him and focused back on Bloom. "I assume you already said yes, otherwise you wouldn't be mentioning this to us." Bloom nodded, "when are you leaving? "
"Monday morning. I will be back in three weeks to spend the rest of summer with you."
Vanessa smiled at her daughter. She was truly happy for her. She hugged Bloom while glaring at a very unhappy Mike.
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Took me long enough. Next part will take place during their travel to Heraklion.
You might want to read :
The Bookstore
The Monster under the bed
Colonel Riven
Finals
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Acceptance Part 3
Pairings : BloomxSky
Rating : T
Genre : romance
Length : medium
Bloom was sitting in the living room of her home. It was one of these rainy days. Gardenia was located in a region where temperatures were often low and days short. Even during summer, it would rain at least three times a week.
Usually, the house smelt of eucalyptus, but today the house smelt fresher due to the laundry hanging in the corridor leading to the backdoor. It was raining too hard to hang the clothes outside.
Bloom was trying to read a book that had been sitting on her bookshelves for over a year now. But it was hard to read fantasy books without comparing them to Magix. She was sitting in the love chair in front of the veranda. She was only wearing a t-shirt and cotton shorts with socks. She felt cozy there. There was nothing more normal than the rain tapping on the window, the velvety touch on the back of her tights, the weight of the book on her lap, and the calm of the house.
In a week, she would leave her home and follow Sky back to Heraklion.
A small smile appeared on her lips. She was a little bit nervous. However, she also felt pleased about the step they were taking. After two years of conflicts, impossible love, rejection, and despair, his parents gave them a chance.
Samara had reached her first, but surprisingly, Erendor had shown interest in Bloom. He had suggested to his son inviting Bloom to some events.
Their first week was already planned. Bloom took the paper from the small wooden coffee table next to her. On it was listed the seven days of the week. She counted at least three balls, two charity events, five receptions, and one travel to the capital to inaugurate the renovation of a monument.
Reading the list once again, Bloom felt her head grow heavier. Anxiety was starting to build inside her chest. People would see them together. They would be followed everywhere. Every pair of eyes would be set on her.
Bloom took a deep breath. She remembered the day Sky turned seventeen. She had learned the hard way that there was a law protecting heirs from menace such as paparazzi until their seventeenth birthday.
That day, Bloom and Sky were on a date. It was very simple. They watched a movie at the theater and ate in a cute coffee shop. It was nothing too fancy.
The following day, thousands of pictures of them were plastered on every magazine in Magix. And, of course, Bloom was the main topic of every talk shows on Heraclion.
Her outfit had been dissected. Poor thing had only been wearing a pair of low-rise jeans, a white knitted shirt with flowers on it, and white sneakers. Her parents had put a lot of money into these shoes.
But still, she had been called unclassy, trashy, and undeserving of their prince. No one dared to mention that Sky had been wearing a sweater, jeans, and sneakers too.
Here on earth, that was how people dressed. But in the magical dimension, you had to wear many colors, put some make-up on, and dress in short clothes. Anything uncomfortable in her opinion. She liked wearing dresses and skirts, but not every single day. Her fairy outfit was already too glittery and revealing to her liking. She struggled a lot with the way she looked. She hated her waist, mostly her hips. She was already small, and her hips only shortened her more.
They had criticized her for holding his hand while walking, and god forbid, for sharing a kiss.
Would that happen again? Stella had explained that Bloom's outfits would be taken care of by the royal stylists. She did not have to worry about a group of old Heraklionish ladies passing out on seeing her sneakers.
Her parents still didn't know. And even though she was supposed to leave in less than a week, Bloom feared their reaction. They often felt left out because they didn't understand everything happening in her life. They could barely register that Sky was royalty. Let alone what it meant to be involved with him.
Her dad was in the garage. His car had broken down. He was repairing it with the help of his neighbor. Vanessa was on the back porch, talking to her grandmother on the phone.
Bloom took a deep breath.
"I just want some peace. No stress."
That's when her phone biped. She put down both the paper and book and took her phone. She had a few missed calls from her friends, a notification from a game, and a new text. She saw Sky's face, and next to it, a text.
"I'm bored to death over here. School is empty. I can't wait to see you Monday. Call me tonight? "
She smiled at her phone. She could tell he wanted to ask her if she had talked to her parents about her decision. But being the charming prince that he was, he took her anxiety into consideration and decided to restrain his curiosity. If she had done so, he would already know.
Suddenly, she could hear her parents talking on the porch. She decided to join them.
Mike was sitting on the porch's handrail while Vanessa was sitting on the swing. She had been drinking her herbal tea while reading a book. She was in a brown dress, barefoot.
Bloom loved seeing her mother like this. Vanessa always looked peaceful. She reminded her of Flora. That was probably why the latter was such a good roommate to Bloom.
"Bloom, darling!" Vanessa said, offering Bloom a spot next to her, "come under the blanket, you will catch a cold."
She noticed how anxious Bloom looked. She was holding her phone hard.
"Are you ok Bloom?"
"I'm alright mom. Don't worry. I just need to talk to you two about something important."
Vanessa looked at Mike from the corner of her eyes. He saw his wife's glare and sat down on another bench, closer to Bloom.
"It's about Sky and me. " Both adults shared a look. "It's nothing bad, I promise. Actually, it's great news." Bloom took the letter from her shorts pocket. "Sky's mother sent me this letter right before the end of term." She gave it to her mother. "Read it."
Vanessa started to read the letter while Mike stood up to read over her shoulder.
"Bloom..." Vanessa murmured. "Bloom, this is amazing! It seems like she is finally comfortable with the two of you dating!"
"Yes, it seems like it!" Bloom said with a small smile on her face.
"I don't like this. I don't like this for so many reasons." Announced Mike while glaring at the paper. "Why now? And why does she want you to stay there for so long?"
"So they can be together," said Vanessa, rolling her eyes at him. "Must I remind you that they spent a week here last holiday?"
"It's not the same!"
"How is it not ?"
We were always around. I don't trust that boy!"
"That wasn't his idea dad. Stop acting like I'm a child."
"Oh but you are a child!! And he is an eighteen years old boy! You don't know what they have in mind." Vanessa let out a small cry of exasperation.
"As much as I agree with you on this point, Sky is different from most of these boys, remember? He has more class and respect than any boy I know. Cut him some slack."
"I will not. If I do, who is going to look after her? It's my job!"
Vanessa only rolled her eyes at him and focused back on Bloom. "I assume you already said yes, otherwise you wouldn't be mentioning this to us." Bloom nodded, "when are you leaving? "
"Monday morning. I will be back in three weeks to spend the rest of summer with you."
Vanessa smiled at her daughter. She was truly happy for her. She hugged Bloom while glaring at a very unhappy Mike.
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Took me long enough. Next part will take place during their travel to Heraklion.
You might want to read :
The Bookstore
The Monster under the bed
Colonel Riven
Finals
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Okay so here’s the extra stuff in the back of my QoN edition - spoiler warning!!!
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Cardan’s letters to Jude! & pls come talk to me about it!
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The Bookstore
Pairings: Bloom x Sky
Rating: T
Genre: One shot, (world-building).
Length: Loong!
Sitting in the bus, her legs close to her chest, Bloom was looking at the forest passing by. She was exhausted. It was not even the end of the term yet, and she felt drained. Learning about a new world meant learning about the cultures, the history, and the important people... Bloom had to catch on to centuries of history and a dozen of planets. Every day she had to adapt. Her head would hurt at the end of the day, most of the time.
She was hyper-aware of everything. Always. Her brain barely got time to assimilate a concept, before another one was smashed into her brain cells. Reading a book was impossible. Listening to music resulted in a translation class. Watching TV hurt her brain and her eyes. A conversation among people who ignored her origins would end up in awkward silence where Bloom would feel stupid. Rejection had become a constant feeling in the back of her head. Bloom always thought about how lucky she was that Earth had, once upon a time, been part of the magical dimension. Thus, Latin evolved similarly the same way in both dimensions. She was lucky her English was close enough to their Magixian. She was even luckier that Earth Latin, and so modern English, was still studied among higher hierarchies, meaning that all her teachers could understand her essays. Even though she sounded weird to most of the students, her friends understood her well. Stella had been thought Earthian languages at a young age, and Tecna, being an intellectual, had managed to master it on her own. Another person who understood her well, if not perfectly, was Brandon. She could remember him explaining why he could understand her language so well.
"You see, your English is mostly an evolution of Latin dialects and Germanic dialects. The Latin heritage English holds mostly comes from ancient French. And this is precisely why I understand you so well. Earthian french has the same linguistic evolution as Heraklionish does. It's not the same language, but its roots also being Latin, the very same as the one earthlings used to speak, Heraklionish sounds and works the same as your French. And since your English descends partially from French I can understand you."
She had been so impressed by his explanation... Finally, someone had managed to explain to her something as basic as language without losing her on the way. From that moment, Bloom had unconsciously started asking him for help when she was struggling with a notion.
This was the reason why she was on the bus. Brandon had advised her to purchase a collection of volumes that would help her grasp what was common knowledge in their world. The only problem was that the collection was too expensive for Bloom. Working at the White Horse for a year could not even pay for a single book of the collection, let alone buy the seven books. Bloom was not sure how Brandon knew about these books. After all, being a squire was not considered a well-paid job, right?
Of course, her friend found a solution. He asked her to come to Magix. Bloom was still unsure of what he had planned, but she couldn't refuse his help. No. She couldn't refuse to spend some time with that boy. The one who smiled at her with the most honest smile she had ever seen. The one who was so kind to her. The one who had the deepest shade of blue eyes. Ah, those Egyptian blue eyes...
After a long ride, the bus stopped at the center of Magix. The sound of the flying cars buzzed in her ears. She was still thrown off by the traffic. On earth, she would make sure to look from the left to the right before crossing the street. Now she also had to check above her, which she always forgot to do. She would never do it. And so, she started to walk on the crosswalk when a hand grabbed her elbow and pulled her backward. Bloom yelped at the sudden contact, while another hand went around her other arm.
"what the hell!"
She saw Brandon looking apologetically at her. He quickly jerked his hands away from her warm skin, one head scratching the back of his head while the other pointed above them. Bloom looked over there. She grimaced, almost slapping her forehead. A spaceship was going down as it was trying to insert itself into the traffic line. She could have been killed by the aircraft. She sighed.
"You need to be more careful, Bloom. I know it is not easy for you."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be." he smiled at her.
The two teenagers stood there for a moment, looking into each other eyes. A loud noise resonated in the street, breaking their connexion.
They both blushed deeply, enamored smiles on their lips. Bloom noticed Brandon was still scratching the back of his head. Realizing this habit of his made her blush harder. What was going on? She did not understand her reactions. She tried to suppress the pleasant feelings in her guts. She herself had a habit of playing with the ends of her hair when embarrassed. He had noticed it too. However, the boy had also noticed that when she was feeling guilty, she would put the tips of her index fingers one against the other while looking down at them. Right now, she was not doing any of those things. She was twisting her ankle. What did that mean?
They were so caught up in their feeling that they did not realize they were blocking the passage. An old man bumped into Bloom, shoving her to the side. She managed to balance herself before falling to the ground. Her friend grabbed her by the elbow, but she barely noticed.
"Hey! Next time you might want to shove me directly on the road you fu-" she shouted, but Brandon stopped by gently quizzing her arm.
"Are you alright?" he asked, distracting her.
"Yes, thank you." She sighed. "What is it with old people being horrible here?"
"You know, most are a few centuries old."
"Well damn. That's old!" She laughed. "On earth, most people live up to eighty-something, and they are so grumpy."
"Well, I wonder how you would feel as an octogenarian! Don't make fun of them, you might regret it."
"Yes, karma is a bitch." she said, smiling up at him.
"Karma? What's that?"
"A sort of belief. Karma is basically what you gives would call destiny."
"I see."
Bloom thought that her explanation was not very good, but the concept was too far reached for him to understand it, so she did not bother. Plus, she wasn't sure she could explain it properly.
An hour later, they were both sitting on the ground of a bookstore. Brandon had found a small bookstore selling vintage books at a reasonable price. So they were both going through books in the History of Magix section. For Bloom, the whole store was breathtakingly beautiful. Books were flying in every direction. The roof was charmed to look like a night sky. Small creatures of light were zapping all around the space, leaving lines of sparkles behind them. The place smelt of wood and paper. And the lights were candles. There were no employees, only a huge cat sitting at the front desk, looking at some documents. So this was just a regular store? Bloom loved Magix so much. She felt as if she lived inside her favorite novels.
Brandon had already found a good amount of good references for Bloom. The pile of books stood next to him, towering over Bloom's.
Hidden behind her book, she was observing the specialist. How fast could that boy read?! Bloom was floored. She could see his eyes zapping over the pages. He would mumble words, close the book in his hands, and put it on the pile he thought the book belonged to. He had made three stacks. One for the books that would go back on the shelves. One for those he wanted to check again before making a decision. And the last one for the books he was sure would help her.
Bloom glanced at her pile. Three books. Nothing else. She grimaced, a little bit embarrassed, at her pace. She was a fast reader but compared to Brandon, she was slower than a peanut.
Finally, he stopped. He was reading a book that interested him enough to actually read it, forgetting a little bit about his mission. Bloom glanced at the title; "The history of the nine kingdoms".
"The nine kingdoms?" she asked, her voice a bit weak.
Brandon looked up at her. He looked as if he had forgotten she was there. But he quickly recovered. Her sweet face and curious eyes made him smile. He looked down at the book, then at her.
Bloom saw him smile before carefully standing up from the ground and sitting beside her. The bookstore floor was packed with piles of books, making it difficult to navigate between the shelves. So he had no choice but to sit down next to her, their arms touching, their thighs brushing against one another. Bloom repressed a shiver when she felt his muscular thigh on her bare leg. She stared at it, almost squinting.
"The nine kingdoms are a sort of group. A union of nine kingdoms. The nine most powerful ones. Well actually, now it's more like the eight most powerful ones, but that's another topic. The nine kingdoms are listed here, see." He pointed at a map representing the magical dimension. True to his word, she could see nine planets' names.
Magix
Solaria
Omega/Andros
Zenith
Domino
Romulea
Heraklion
Lynphea
Isis
"These nine kingdoms formed a group. They would help one another in terms of commerce, magical knowledge, technology, science, engineering, and many other things. Being the most influential and powerful planets allowed them to help other planets too. Their power mostly depended on their actual magic. Take Lynphea for example, their beliefs and link to nature forbid most of their people to be violent. They have a sort of militia. A part of their magical creatures, elves, are known to be great fighters, but outside of that, they rely on the magic of their lands to manifest power. They are brilliant in my opinion." Bloom could only nod. "Solaria and Isis are similar in their function. You see, they are both known for their taste in fashion mostly because they trade a lot of raw materials. Isis has the most unique diamonds and gemstones. Solaria being the sun, their manufacturing skills in gemstones are also incredible. Add to that the fashion, and the arts, and they end up being the most influential planet when it comes to arts."
"Reminds me of Italy and France," Bloom whispered. "What's your planet known for?"
"Well, we don't have any particular magic. Not like Solaria anyway. Just like Andros, Romulea, Domino, and others, Heraklion has no specific magic. The first thing that you think of when you think of Melody for example is their powers of sounds, music, and voices. Well, Heraklion is known for having the most powerful army and strongest mindsets. The crown is strong and invisible. No one ever won a war against it. Also, we trade gold and diamond dust. The only place in the magical dimension that has both."
"Really, but what about Solaria and Isis?"
"They don't have any. Gold and diamond dust are unique and rare. Gold grows on a type of tree and diamond dust is a sort of powder made by stone wolves at night, and they only exist there. When the moonlight reflects on their adamant fur, they release a cloud of dust that can be used to make any material unbreakable. Believe me when I say that there is nothing rarer than these two goods! Well, nowadays anyway... Back then, Domino used to produce something cold the Blue Prunelle. A dark blue stone so rare that it was not even on the market. It holds a secret. I don't know much about it, but I was told its power was unlimited. The strength of this kingdom relied on many things like the Blue Prunelle. It was the most powerful kingdom to ever exist until the dimensional war two decades ago. Many kingdoms fell. Isis fell. Galya has still not recovered. Rot has lost so much of its population that the planet almost disappeared. Solaria's royal court was deeply affected, a lot of treason brought it to war. They were dealing with a war inside the court. Calisto decided to stand back during the war and while they were doing good during it, the repercussion of their withdrawal plagued them. Until now, they are rejected by other kingdoms. But no kingdoms faced what Domino faced. Complete destruction. Not a single survivor. The planet was erased from existence."
"That's horrible".
"Talking about Domino sort of became taboo. On my planet, no one even acknowledges it orally any longer. Heraklion took its spot as the leader of the magical dimension thanks to the power of its army and goods. Though I'm not sure why they loathe speaking about Domino. I know for a fact that Domino had a very special place in Heraklion. Both lands worked hand in hand for centuries. They were almost the same land. I think its destruction shocked many people in Heraklion. They look traumatized every time someone mentions it. The whole Dimension hasn't been the same since. Hence why today it's more accurate to say the eight kingdoms."
"I didn't think these kinds of things could happen?! How does a planet disappear ?"
"No one knows... It's so frustrating, you know. Absolutely nobody knows what happened. The planet literally exploded and to this day, no one knows how or why. "
"Exploded ?!"
"Well, yes. The planet is still there. But it's now lifeless. My father told me the planet burnt down after the explosion. It burnt for five years. It was like having two suns. And then, it froze. Completely. It is not a planet any longer. Just an iceberg barely floating in space."
Bloom felt a disturbing pain in her heart. She wanted to cry. Seeing her despair, Brandon tried to close the subject.
"You will learn about it eventually. I think it's included in your curriculum. The late Princess of Domino became an emblem in our world. You will see her figure a lot. She was the nymph of Domino, but when she died along with the rest of the kingdom, the nine kingdoms decided to make her the nymph of Magix. She is also the emblem of the union and has a very special place in each kingdom. On Heraklion, there is a whole region named after her, and also a part of the royal palace was dedicated to her and the women of the royal family. They have a very special place where I'm from because of a prophecy, a legend kinda. It bounded the two kingdoms from the earliest time imaginable. If an heir of Heraklion was to marry an heiress of Domino, the worlds would merge into one single powerful world. So, the king built The path of the Queens. A bridge that leads to the Queen's gardens on which stands 160-foot-tall statues of all the queens of Domino. No kingdom ever had only queens as leaders. Of course, they had husbands who were kings, but the crown only birthed women. Just like Heraklion only had male heirs. I think that's the main reason why people paid so much attention to the prophecy. That's rather odd."
"That is a beautiful hommage."
"Heraklies were always infatuated with Dominians. It's a story old like the world."
Oh, and how right he was! Indeed, the heirs of Heraklion were always passionate about Domino's heiresses. Prophecies were prophecies. And one day, a similar statue would stand at the entry of the Queen's gardens, acting as a closure to the prophecy. The statue of the first Dominian queen of Heraklion. The greatest Queen of all.
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This went from a very cute date to a history class... Yep, I love world building :p Feels magical!
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words that will haunt me for the rest of my life
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Love and trauma.
Parings : Stella x Brandon, Radius&Luna, Stella&Riven
Genre : romance, friendship, drama
Rating : M
Length : multi parts
Trigger Warnings : trauma, anxiety
He had proposed. Eveyrthing she ever dreamed of, he had done. A fantastic diner. A dance in the middle of the ball room. All eyes on them. Then a moment of intimacy. A balcony and the moon keeping them company, like a motherly presence reassuring her. A wonderful ring that belonged to his grandmother.
He had proposed.
Everything had been perfect, and yet, she said no.
Two letters, one word, shattering them. He had looked up at her, not sure he had heard right. She had tears in her eyes. She was shaking. He could not believe his ears. She had said no. How was that even possible? They were in love. They had been since they were sixteen. They were now twenty-two.
Seven years. Seven years of love. Seven years together and she said no... Brandon fell on both his knees, like the two-letters word had smashed him down.
Stella was crying incontrollably now.
"I'm so sorry... I'm-I'm so sorry! I can't do this. I can't. I'm so sorry... Please forgive me. I don't want this."
Brandon was lost. She didn't want to marry him? But she loved him. He knew she did. There was no other way. She always did. He loved her! Wasn't it they were supposed to do now that they were adults? That's what Flora and Helia had done... Nabu and Aisha too. What did he do wrong? Maybe it was the ring. At first he had wanted to buy her a brand new one, but Sky had told him that an heirloom had more value. His best friend knew his family did have many heirlooms, just like his. It was an Heraklie's thing.
Stella could not stand to see him like this. She could not stand there. she could not breath.
"I'm so sorry!" She said and ran back into the ball room. Her friends, her family and the most important people of Solaria were here. They all knew he would ask her tonight. They all waited for them, ready to applause. But they didn't. They saw her tears. Her friends all looked shocked. What was going on? Brandon was still on the balcony, looking pale.
Inside, Stella looked like she was about to fall. She ran outside the ball room. As soon as she was gone, people started to whisper. The king was sitting unconfortably on his throne and he looked for his daughter's best friend. Bloom saw Radius looking for her. She looked back at her fiancé and they both nodded. Sky went looking for Brandon while Bloom joined the king.
"What is happening!?"
"I have no idea Radius. As planned, we didn't spoil the surprise, but I'm starting to think that we should have."
"Maybe he said something wrong?"
"What could he possibly had said that would make her cry like this? No, Radius, I doubt Brandon as anything to do with this."
Bloom knew her bestfriend. She knew how much she was in love with Brandon. They was something else here.
In the crowd, all the Winx and specialists looked lost. The girls were whispering frantically. But there, lurking like he usually did, Riven was rolling his eyes at everybody. How blind could they be? Royals were something else... Any normal person would have understood, yet again the girls didn't get it. He looked over to the king and saw the Bloom. Their eyes met, and Riven instantly knew. Bloom and him were never close, however they did share one thing, they both knew what it meant to be "normal". He thought about his fiancé for a moment. She was normal too, but loosing her mom had made her very nostalgic and romantic. Bloom was romantic but her relationship with Blondie number 2 had forced her to be less romantic and more calculating. She had been raised like a normal child and yet she had to deal with royals and their attitude. Yep, they both had this in common. They knew royal etiquette was bullshit. And that was the problem now. Some past mistakes were lurking on the princess, and Riven was about to address them.
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Sigh. I don't know if I like it or not. I wrote that months ago and kept it hidden because I didn't know what to do with it. Do you like it? Should I finish it ?
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Losing somebody is hard, but having to rebuild your life without that person's perspective included is worse.
I can't even continue on with grade school because I have to work now to pay my bills... I still consider myself a student, but on a break. I miss it so much though.
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I hate this.
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