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The Resolution pt.1/2
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Kid.
Teacupâs blood begins to boil under his skin at the word. How dare him. He hates that word⌠He hates it.
Without thinking, without a second thought, his hand balls up and he swings.
Tea lands a punch to Everâs cheek, making the royal stumble back from the blow just as he had. It gives him a sense of glee. Heâs wanted to do that since forever.
âDonât you EVER call me that again.â
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The Resolution pt.1/2
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[previous chapter]
The house was mocking him for sure as he continues to stare for longer than normal. However, he wills himself to knock though he still has no clue what he was going to say.
No answer comes for a minute before he attempts to knock again, when a voice from behind makes him jump.
âWhat do you want?â
Teacup watches with a hard glare, but before he can even let the other answer him, Tea scoffs loudly and brushes past with a rough hit from his shoulder.
âDoesnât matter. Get off my property.â
Ever wonât deny that the bump doesnât startle him, but it only makes him lose his composure and train of thought for a mere moment. He turns, pushing at the door before Tea can close it on him.
âTeacup, listen to me, I have something important to ask of you, itâs--â
Teacup grits his teeth, leaning even harder. âI said, doesnât matter. I donât have to listen to anything you have to say.â
He can hear the loathing in his tone, but Ever isnât going to back down. This is just too important.
âIt is imperative that...â A shove to the door. â..you...â The Prince grinds his own teeth in irritation and uses his strength to push open the door, making the other stumble back. â...listen!â
Shutting the door now that he is inside, Ever returns the glare that Tea continues to offer him, though not as deadly.
âTeacup, this is serious! Stop being such a Kid and put aside our petty differences for just a moment--â
The Resolution pt.1/2
@ask-teacup-onceler
[previous chapter]
The house was mocking him for sure as he continues to stare for longer than normal. However, he wills himself to knock though he still has no clue what he was going to say.
No answer comes for a minute before he attempts to knock again, when a voice from behind makes him jump.
âWhat do you want?â
The Solution pt.2/2
[previous chapter]
â...â
He was deep in thought, quite unsure of how exactly this confrontation with Teacup will go. What is he to say when he meets him? It had to be convincing for sure. But even then, would the boy listen? Tough to say, but Ever knows for a fact itâs not going to be easy.
But he has to make him listen. Thereâs no way he canât try.
Of course, doesnât mean he doesnât dread this confrontation.
Sighing to himself, Ever sheaths his sword at his side and heads out of the apartment.
Tonight, heâd take care of Teacup.
Tomorrow... back to Arendelle. Back to save his cousin.
[next chapter]
The Solution pt.1/2
[previous chapter]
Ever escapes the icy storm of Arendelle and returns to Greenville, physically chilled to the bone but otherwise fine. Mentally, however, his mind was in a state of panic. How in Truffulas name was he supposed to fix this? He knew he had to go back, there was no way he couldnât. Story was his beloved cousin, and he was at fault for this.
Pacing across his apartment, Ever runs his hand through his hair every so often, a sign of frustration at the predicament.
Finally stopping in front of the big window of his apartment, fingers tracing over his bottom lip in thought, he watches the citizens going on about their day, unknowing of the emotional turmoil in his mind.
He thinks back again. The way the atmosphere changed so dramatically from Story being completely happy about finding her--
His eyes widened.
That boy.
HE was how to get through to her. To his knowledge, besides himself, her brother was one of the closest to her heart. Maybe if he took him there, and she saw him, it could help calm her.
Because they did love her, how could she not see?
But...
Would that boy be willing to go? He had to. Ever was sure he and Story had some kind of connection when she was here; if Storyâs giddiness was anything to go by from that time.
Ever sighs deeply through his bangs. But again... Teacup hated, no, LOATHED him. How could he even get to him... No. He had to be strong, to get through to the boy. This was something so important.
Ever had to take that chance.
[next chapter]
Beware of Black Ice [pt2]
[previous chapter]
Story wasnât making any sense. Teacup, as in the boy from Greenville who hated his guts for no reason at all, that boy was her long-lost-thought-dead younger brother? There was no way. But then⌠that made sense. The age, gender, even the looks; it fit. But really? Story wasnât making any sense.
Happy? Sure.
The big picture? Not at all.
Shouldnât her focus be on ending the storm?
Shouldnât she be running a kingdom properly now that she was indeed Queen?
To the cousin of said Queen and soon to be King of his own kingdom? No sense at all.
Itâs what he had to be now.
People could die. The kingdom of Arendelle would be doomed without some push.
Sucking in a breathe as his cousin continued to ramble on, he swallowed his thoughts. He had to speak to her, one Monarch to another. Time to act like the rulers they were meant to be.
âStory, this needs to end.â
He can see her visibly tense as she goes quiet, and it makes him hesitate. He couldnât⌠no he had to.
âStory, canât you see this is all wrong? Your people are in great danger!â Youâre in great danger⌠âYou have to be their Queen now. IâŚâ Ever hesitates again, forcing himself to say,
[next chapter]
It was near instant, the drop of frigid temperatures. Her hands clench at her side. How dare heâŚ
Story turns to face her cousin, no. That was not her cousin; HER cousin would NEVER say something like that. Ever knew what those gloves meant.
A cage. Loss of freedom. Fear.
Her scowl was fierce, and her deadly glare even more so.
âYou donât care about me, do you Ever? You donât care about my feelings.â
It was slow, seeping pain and anger from her heart. How could he?
âYouâre just like him. You donât love me at all!â
She hears a quiet protest;Â âNo Story, listen, this isnâtââ But sheâd had enough. She was tired of being unloved.
âYouâre scared of me.â They wanted her to be a witch? That what she was going to be then.
A Witch.
Ever sees it coming, giving him time for his learned defensive skills to kick in as he dodges an ice blast that comes for him, the crack of it echoing on the wall. And upon his instinct, he pulls a sword from a suit of armor just to his left, holding it in front of him in defense. Heâd never attack, but he was meant to protect.
Yet, it wasnât the best move.
Storyâs anger boils over. He was jUST LIKE HIM. ENOUGH.
âGet. Him.â Her voice was void of all emotion, like something had died inside of her.
[next chapter]
He messed up. This was not what he intended at all. He had to do something.
But as Ever opens his mouth in another plea, the crunch of heavy ice echoes again. Yet this time, it wasnât from a blast of ice. Two giants stand in front of him; faces neutral but menacing all the same.
He couldnât confront her now, not anymore. He messed up. He had to get out, find another way to get to her. To save her.
As the giants reach out for him, he quickly dodges again, tripping up on the ice before making a mad dash to the exit. He doesnât look back, but can hear them in pursuit.
He flees, now out of the castle, the only thing on his mind is a plan.
He had to be a King, no way he could avoid it anymore.
He had to protect, he had to save.
Ever had to set this right.
âStory, Iâm so sorry. Donât worry, Iâm going to make this right.â
He grits his teeth, fighting tears as he settles in the car, the automobile speeding out as fast as it could in the raging blizzard out of Arendelle.
âIâll save your heart.â
[next chapter]
Beware of Black Ice [pt2]
[previous chapter]
Story wasnât making any sense. Teacup, as in the boy from Greenville who hated his guts for no reason at all, that boy was her long-lost-thought-dead younger brother? There was no way. But then... that made sense. The age, gender, even the looks; it fit. But really? Story wasnât making any sense.
Happy? Sure.
The big picture? Not at all.
Shouldnât her focus be on ending the storm?
Shouldnât she be running a kingdom properly now that she was indeed Queen?
To the cousin of said Queen and soon to be King of his own kingdom? No sense at all.
Itâs what he had to be now.
People could die. The kingdom of Arendelle would be doomed without some push.
Sucking in a breathe as his cousin continued to ramble on, he swallowed his thoughts. He had to speak to her, one Monarch to another. Time to act like the rulers they were meant to be.
âStory, this needs to end.â
He can see her visibly tense as she goes quiet, and it makes him hesitate. He couldnât... no he had to.
âStory, canât you see this is all wrong? Your people are in great danger!â Youâre in great danger... âYou have to be their Queen now. I...â Ever hesitates again, forcing himself to say,
[next chapter]
Beware of Black Ice [pt1]
[previous chapter]
The winter winds whip menacingly outside the car windows. More than once he felt the driver steady the car at the slide across patches of frozen gravel road. No wonder he was summoned, but it seems far to late. The kingdom of Arendelle is an iceland, far worse than ever seen before in history.
âExcept the once back when..â No. This was different. He knew the history, he had to.
Ever shakes from his thoughts as the automobile pulls up to the palace gates. And it was eerily silent... and eerily vacant. No sign of any life. Bidding the driver to stay put, he heads out and immediately shivers at the cool temperature. None-the-less, he quickly moves into the palace.
No one. Still no one. Where was everyone? Though he suspects the people had to have taken shelter in the comfort of their own homes, or with family elsewhere from the unforgiving blizzard.
âHello?â Ever calls out, in hopes to find his dear cousin.
Nothing.
Until when the sound of crunching snow ahead. But there was no on-
Startling the Prince was... a snowball? A snowman? Snow... baby???
What on earth was going on and how was snow... Right.
It made no move, the snow baby just staring at him. Did it even understand him? When Ever opens his mouth to speak again, the little snowball immediately pops back into a ball and rolls back where it came from.
âH-Hey! Wait!â
Ever follows, easily keeping pace feet behind the rolling ball, though he slips up once or twice on hidden scatters of ice. Righting himself, he sees the snow baby move into a room past slightly parted doors. If Ever could remember correctly, the throne room?
He pushes through and immediately stops, freezing at the sight.
There she was. She looks... fine? But the secretary said... A howl of wind behind him past the windows reminds him why. This wasnât just about her... the kingdom, her kingdom, was in danger.
But seeing her turn to him with a loving smile, he is stuck. What was he to do?
âEver...â
[next chapter]
Do You Believe in... [pt 2]
[previously]
He was on his way, worry filling him more than anything. Yet his mind keeps going back to that girl. Why?
Maybe... It wasnât her specifically. But by what happened...
[FLASHBACK]
His stare was immense. Where did she come from? I mean, for sure, the park was public but not many people actually approached him for what he was doing.
He opened his mouth to speak, but she held up her hand, the ever gracious smile on her lips. Rounding him to stand behind him, he let out a gasp when he felt fingers brush along his hair and pull gently at the strands.
âI must warn you.â
âYou must be wary. The trial you will soon face, though you may think it safe because it is she... Do not allow your guard to fall; For I fear...â
A silence fell upon the girl, and Everâs eyes darted to the side. He opened his mouth to question her, but--
âYou are summoned, Prince Ever.â
His gaze landed upon a knight, one from his own kingdom making his way over to them. Sir Ted. He frowned. âWait..â
âWait, how did you know who--â Ever turned to the girl but in surprise, she is gone. He blinked owlishly before catching something in his peripheral.
âYour Majesty, I have grave news...â
[END FLASHBACK]
Eyeing the single feather, he turns it between his fingers. A feather, and a ribbon now tied in his hair.
âWho are you?â
The wind begins to howl outside, bringing him from his daze as he gazes out, seeing what looks like a dusting of sparse snow beginning to fall.
âArendelle is in need of assistance. Their King has passed and the kingdom is trapped in a terrible snowstorm. The Queenâs secretary calls upon you; for their Queen is...â
âStory, what happened?â
[next chapter]
Do You Believe in... [pt 1]
[previous chapter]
Slowly but surely, thanks to the helps of friends, Ever was happily able to continue planting more and more trees. It was going to take a while, as the small seedlings had a while to grow before they could be transported home, but it gave him enough. Enough hope that his kingdom could once again be blooming with the bright colors of so many trees.
And it, of course, fills him with so much love. Love for the trees, love for his kingdom, love for his friends, love for everything. It was a near relief.
He softly blows at his bangs, clearing them from his eyes. He really needs to get his hair cut, it was so long.
âYou have such lovely flowers...â
The soft coo of the voice startles him from his loving daze. Blinking, he turns to correct,
âOh! Thank you, but theyâre not flowers, theyâre--â
â...Trees...â
Pink dusts his skin when the girl laughs. âOh, my mistake...â
[next chapter]
Good evening, Your majesty! Can you sing Once Upon a Dream?
Ah.. I can play you the tune on the piano. Singing is however, off limits
awwwww, look at my children, it seems only yesterday I got my letter ;0;
anyway, didnât plan on going anywhere with this at all tbh, just REEEEEEEEEEALLY wanted to draw them in the cute uniforms in their Hogwarts houses~ uwu
Dinner for... THREE ??? [cont.]
âIts okay. Itâs not like that. If you wouldnât mind, Iâd really like to see you again. I want to be friends.â Story smiles. âIs that okay of me to ask?â
âFriends?â He looks at the cursive on the sheet of paper, before smiling. âOkay. Iâm sure we could possibly⌠Story. Nice to meet you. See ya later?â
Her eyes gleam and her smile could break her face in half. âYes. Soon.â She reaches toward him, touching his cheek. âTea.â
Turning, she heads out with no further words. Wait til she tells Ever.
Dinner for... THREE ??? [cont.]
Having paid their bill, Story stands, fixing her dress, then pulls her purse over her head. The bossman had come over once more, asking how everything went, and she told the truth. It was so great, Tea was funny, although he still seemed to have a resentment to Ever. Sheâd have to ask her cousin about it once they left.
Moving over to the exit, she stops just short of the door. âHey Ever. Can you wait outside a moment? I have to do something really quickly.â
âHm? Oh sure. Is it about that?â When she nods, Oncie nods back. âIâll be outside then. Donât be too long.â He pushes open the door, to look up at the stars while he waits.
Dinner for... THREE ???
Teaâs smile drops, now confused. âHuh? Sterling?â Looking down at her, he wants to question if he knew her. But there was no way, heâd never seen her before in his life. AlthoughâŚ
âOh, my name? No no..â He laughs, smiling again. âMy nameâs Teacup, although you can call me Tea if youâd like.â
âTeacupâŚâ She mutters to herself, before snapping out of her daze. âOh, Iâm sorry, I didnât mean to offend. You just look like someone I knew..â Blushing in embarrassment, she slouches in her chair. Of course that couldnât be⌠Heâs dead.
Ever watches the scene unfold. What just happened? He glances at Story, then up at the other. Tea. Wait a minute, how did he not notice??
âHey wait, arenât you that boy who was dating Ch--â
Dinner for... THREE ???
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Tea continues folding napkins, as part of his side work, in the kitchen. He glances at his blonde coworker when she walks in but doesnât say anything, busy with work. But she heads straight for their boss, alerting him of news. The short, but bulky manâs eyes widen and he claps his hands. âExcellent! Theyâre here. Now everyone, we need to make sure this goes smoothly. We want them coming back, you here? Teacup.â
Tea snaps his head back, attention to his boss. âYou are our most experienced and one of our best waiters out of the bunch. I want you to take care of them.â Teacup shrugs, dropping the folded napkin into the bin. He turns, pushing open the kitchenâs door leading out, but as soon as he sees who is sitting and who he will be taking care of, he stops in his tracks, turns around and heads back to the bin. âNo way.â
The man, taken aback, glares. âWhat now?â
Tea sighs, turning to him. âLook, if I go out there, I will punch that guy in the face. We donât exactly have the best history.â
âYou are going to go out there. This is a professional environment and I expect you to act as such. When we first hired you, you agreed to leave all personal business out of this building. Now go out there or itâs gonna cost you.â
Grumbling, Tea stomps out, heading over to the table.
He thanks the busser, after the man brought them their waters. Picking up the menu, he glances over the items listed, and already feels like he wonât be able to decide. Different kinds of pasta, a fish platter, how do you even say this one? He pouts. âDo you see anything youâd like, Story?â
Dinner for... THREE ???
âHere you are.â The woman smiles, setting the menus in their respective places. âDo enjoy your meal with us. Your waiter will be with you momentarily.â She wishes, before turning on her heel and heading into the kitchen.
Story, looking at the girlâs retreating back, shrugs and looks down at the table. It is clean, neat, a single candle lighting the area, even though light was shining through the window a few tables away. âEver, this place is so lovely. Thank you for bringing me here~â
âOf course, Story. I thought you might like it. Besides, one last fun time before you go home right?â Oncie laughs, but totally serious.
He pulls out the seat for her, letting her sit and then taking his own across from her. âMaybe a little to romantic though, for cousins.â They both share a laugh, getting situated on their own.
