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BEATRIX OF JAUNT JOLIE FROM SCHOOL FOR GOOD AND EVIL
Imagine Your OTP
(Its Person A’s birthday and Person B has a fun and special surprise planned.) Person B knocks on Person A’s door and Person A answers it to see Person B dressed up as a knight.
Person B: “Hello my fair Person A, (bowing as a knight would) I am your loyal and courageous knight Person B, and I am here to escort you to a day filled with joyous fun & thrills if I may.”
Person A: (With wide eyes filled with surprise and joy.) “Really?”
Person B: “Yes my dear Person A~”
Person B then lifts Person A’s hand and kisses it.
Person A: (They then blush with such love in their eyes) “Ohh, Person B~”
Person B: (With a charming smile keeping perfect eye contact) “Anything for you my dear~”
They then enjoy the rest of the day going to Person A’s favorite places with little surprises in each place (say near the park they gave them a flower crown, outside of the museum a fun museum themed gift and so on). Later after the day was done Person A thanks them for the best birthday they’ve ever had, to which Person B replies that ‘It was my pleasure! Now I must bid you a fine farewell~”.
Excerpt from my story
"I can't believe you kept this a secret! How long has this been going on?"
...
"I-I think since I got out of the hospital."
"Are you freaking kidding right now? I'm going to kill him!"
"Lia, you're barely over three feet."
"I'm serious."
"Sorry if you're the last one knowing when it starts raining, but..."
"How can you not care?"
"I guess I got used to it."
"You can't just got used to it, you can't get used to someone who treats you like crap."
"Then what should I do, huh? Don't you think I tried to escape? I'm scared! Life isn't always perfect, I stopped looking for my knight in shining armor a long time ago, I can't wait for him to save me, so I got to save myself and I'm doing that by trying not to get myself in trouble, in a hospital or worse. You have to accept that."
~I couldn't accept that, I couldn't accept that my best friend's life was a mess and I wasn't able to do anything to make it better, I felt useless, the only thing I could do was hug her...no words needed, words are overrated, in that hug were trapped reassurance and thoughts, thoughts we couldn't turn into words cause the tears has taken over, surprisingly they weren't mine...Cecilia was crying, probably for the first time in front of somebody else, again, I felt useless but we stayed like that for long, 'till she wiped her tears away and with a big smile on her face she told me:
"It was a full day, let's eat something."
And we walked away.~
Castle of the Black Sheep
Randomly got this idea lol
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The castle stood on its own, lost to time and memory. A maiden, locked inside, awaited anyone who would save her; but as time passed on, there was nothing she could do but sleep. Her eyes drifted and the world around her eased her into a soft slumber, one she assumed wouldn’t be disturbed.
Below the castle walls, at the door, stood one another brave enough to suffer the treachery of the Calded Castle touched the door. He gazed behind him, seeing what was in his wake. The dragon’s tattered wings flopped on the ground, the breeze shifted them slightly as the creature could no longer move itself. The deed was done, now the reward was just within grasp.
The hero opened the door and towered the castle in search of the maiden who lay in an uncertain sleep. The castle whistled a soft melody to him while he ascended the dank corridors. Eventually, he found a set of doors that had to hold the maiden behind them. Decorated with dark orange trim, the design painted an image of a fantasy he could have only assumed was false. His hand graced the inscription and he felt its reality within his palm. He pushed open the door and entered the door with a certain delicacy. It was then his eyes laid on the maiden.
At his appearance, she suddenly shot up. Her hair, unkempt as it was, stuck up and bounced as she moved. Her eyes darted around her and soon her face morphed in a realization.
“This is strange…” She went to her window and opened it, leaning out. A loud sigh followed her voice. “No… he’s really gone.”
The hero blinked and watched her curiously. “Pardon me, but I’m unsure of what you refer to.”
The maiden looked, examining his features quickly. Her eyes went up and down his figure until she gave a slight shrug of her shoulder. “Let me explain.” She got up, danced around the room where she blew an unlit candle.
It came to life and followed it were the lights of the rest of the candles. The room bloomed color from the flames and now it was nothing like the gray exterior of the outside. The maiden sat on the bed she once rested on and put her hands together to pray as she spoke.
“I am the maiden with which you came to save. You understood what you had to do, but not the reasons behind those actions. So hear me, as I will speak the words behind your journey.” She put her hands down and looked at the hero. “My damned title is the Maiden of Black Sheep. Your journey here was to kill a dragon that trapped me within these castle walls; I am free, but now my protector is gone.”
“Protector? That fearsome dragon could be nothing more than a monster!”
“Ah, as you would feel. He’s a monster to you because you fear him, but we all fear and that fear must be contained somewhere.” She got up and retrieved a book. “Where do all your worries go when you feel them leave your shoulder? Where do your tears fall after they’ve shed? How do you recover from your grief? It is a black sheep you seek. Those feelings must go somewhere and if not me, then where would they go?”
The hero held himself back listening to her. “You mean to say you’re some God of sorrow?”
“No, of course not. I am simply the mistakes everyone wishes to forget, or more simply, I am the fault of everyone’s pain. Not literally, of course, just the image of it so you all can recover. Without it, man would have surely turned their pain inward and destroyed their very fabric of being.”
“How can you say that! Man has dealt with pain their entire life and you mean to tell me there’s one person who controls all of it?”
“You’re not hearing me, but you answer your own confusion. Because you don’t understand, you yell at me, and I’m fine with that. So please, take your frustrations out on me, it does me nothing but good if you do.”
The hero found himself at a loss. Unable to understand the words out of the woman’s mouth, he grew more and more agitated listening to her. His efforts seemed in vain if this was his end result.
“But, the words of my tale do not end… Now that you have smited my dear one, you must lead me to another dear one. A precious soul I can bond with in order to maintain my own sanity.” She got up and approached him. She closed the space between them and stood meer inches away from his face. “It is said, the smiter had to become the one, but… I’m not fond of you. I would assume you’re not fond of me either.”
“How clairvoyante of you.”
She smiled pulling on the twists of her hair while twirling back to her bed. “Please, it was you who bumbled into this castle without even thinking about what you were getting. If fame was all you wanted, there were a plentious amount of other things you could have done, but instead you murdered my dear one. His soul has transferred elsewhere and I must find it before I grow mad with despondency.” She huffed.
Curil stared at her and his eyes narrowed. “I’m sure your spirits will remain rather high. Unchanging really. You seem more than unbothered by the idea of this happening; in fact, it seems as if you already knew this would come, so you seem more than prepared.”
The hero went to open the door, and seconds after he did, a sword crashed down into the door slicing into his shoulder. The width of the blade made it easy to cut deep. His arm, nearly severed at the limb, hung off his body. He crashed to the ground in agony while his warm blood pooled around him. His struggling turned to desperate twitching as he clung to life.
The maiden stepped over his body and spoke to the destroyed door. “They have awoken… from the silence.” Her hands rose. Her palms faced the door. “Destroyer of my hope, what is your name?”
The noise of everything around the heroes faded into a mesh of muffled sounds, but he could hear her voice as if he were fine. His mouth gurgled blood, but he got out; “Curil.”
“Ah, Curil.” He saw a white light glow from her hands. “Apologizes for the late start. I admit, I’m a little annoyed that I got a human, not another beautiful, wondrous creature. However, I cannot leave others in agony as they do me, the way of the world would tip out of control. So, I will save your life; but in doing so I am tied to you.”
As Curil’s gaze faded, he saw an unusual weapon. A large wooden handle slid into The Maiden’s hands and the blade at the top curved like a crescent moon. For a moment, Curil believed he was watching the night sky.
“My name is Cassie. Bound to you by the agony of man, I will do everything in my power to see your success. I will not let you die unless my own life is silenced. That I promise.”
Cassie left his sight and all Curil could hear was the cries of the monster that injured him, the ground shook with a violet force and soon he felt a growing pain in his arm.
“Gah!” From the pit of his stomach, a guttural scream followed the repair of the injury.
Flashing with an intense throbbing, his arm slowly mended itself back together. With every blow he heard, another part of his arm reattached to his body. He groaned, his teeth threatened to crack, but he took deep breaths as the pain went on.
“Slowly, Curil, open your eyes.” Cassie’s words followed a soft touch in his face.
His eyes opened and he saw Cassie above him. Her face wasn’t the immature disposition he had seen her hold before. She appeared regal, despite the unkempt appearance she still had. It was then Curil felt his other arm. He shot up and touched it fervently.
Cassie laughed and Curil could see her one strange image return.
“Do you believe me now? Is your agony gone?”
Curil took a breath. “I… can’t say for sure.”
“Well perhaps this would change your mind.” She presented her arm.
The sleeve draped past her hands and all Curil could see was blood dripping from the cloth. The blood started from her shoulder; it was nothing short of identical to the wound he just sustained.
“How is that possible?”
“Because of what I explained. I already told you, being considered a black sheep, I was left here to welcome the feelings that everyone else must let go. However, if it’s left in the open it would turn into a monster… surely. So, I absorb these feelings, they manifest within my body and soul while everyone else—who doesn’t deserve it—gets to relish in a sweet relief.”
“That is crazy, how do you sustain yourself if this is the case? Are you a goddess?”
She sighed. “Of course not, why would I be here if I were a Goddess?” She scoffed. “No, I’m a regular human but I need something like that beautiful creature you murdered to maintain sanity.” She groaned and stood up. “Do you understand now?”
Curil looked off. “I believe so… this is my fault so you want me to fix it?”
With her hands proudly on her hips, she nodded. “Yes.” She faced him and a look unlike the others she had given him, she held a certain intensity Curil couldn’t describe. “I have no need for your existence. I do not need you. However, you are what I was given, so I’ll use it as I require.”