A giggle and a sigh sounded in the middle of the lush fields, between the lilacs, hyacinths and peonies. Spring was in full bloom, the sweet floral fragrance hung in the afternoon air.
"Come on Jack!" An excited holler came from you, you childishly held Jack's hand as you brushed across the fields. "Wait a minute, MC...!" Jack protested, the cool gales swept over his silvery hair.
Jack wore a cozy beige cardigan, there was a small shiny crescent brooch that was pinned on its right chest side. He had pastel colored hair clips scattered all over, with some stickers messily plastered across his face. You gushed at your little arts and crafts project.
You dashed like a gazelle, with the wolf following suit. You slowed, feeling your breath shortening. Meanwhile, Jack kept a steady pace, muscular legs pumped against the ground. You stopped, catching your breath underneath the viridian shade of the willow tree.
"MC, your inhaler." Jack rummaged through his pocket, he pulled out the sky blue inhaler. You were quick to use it, giving it a few seconds before you slumped in relief. "You're an idiot." Jack scolded, sitting across you. "I know." You offered him a sly grin.
"You good?" He inquired, raising you a judging brow. "Yeah, good. Let's just rest here a....a bit." You replied, slightly breathless. You looked up, mesmerized by the mosaic of light against the tree's leafy cover.
Thin strips of light decorated the surroundings, painting the both of you in its magical glow. The singing of the sparrows in the distance. The entire scene was like a figment taken out from a fairytale.
A lone butterfly rested on Jack's nose, its deep sapphire wings expanded. Curious eyes stared at it, staring with marvel at its patterns. "Achoo!" A quick sneeze from Jack sent the mariposa fluttering away. You laughed.
"Shut up." Jack growled, flicking your forehead to stop your from running yourself out breath any further. "We should just walk." He grumbled, running a bronze hand against his thick silver locks. "Sure thing.", came your reply.
You strolled out of the cool shade, now under the vast cerulean sky. The cottony clouds swiftly floated in and out of sight, it offered shade to ease the walk.
"It's nice, isn't it?" You sighed, gazing up you felt ripples of freedom inside you, like a comfortable strum in your silver threads. You felt like you could fly up high with the clouds at any moment. "It is...wish I could take a picture." Jack whispered.
The scent of salt and the sound of waves grew stronger and crisper. Soon, the sight of the aquamarine coast graced your vision. You sat on a hilltop overlooking the sea.
"Come on, sit." You patted the space beside you. Jack's enormous figure rested beside you, "Don't talk to me like I'm a dog.", he huffed. "Wait, did it sound like that? Sorry."
"It's fine." He brushed it off, patting your head. You lay down on the grass as the sea breeze grazed over the hilltop, shaking a few stray tulips.
You rested your forehead against his chest, feeling his heartbeat in sync with the distant crashing of the waves. It was the lullaby that sung you to sleep, you felt a strong hand hold you as you drifted off to dreamland.
The sight that greeted when you awoke was divine. The afterglow blanketed the land, it's purple pink skies was a sight to behold. The sea continued to sing its song in late afternoon waters.
The first few stars twinkled in the sky, with the moon rising to the heavens as the sun retreated for the day.
The light snore of Jack got your attention. You faced to the side, warmly smiling when you saw his relaxed expression. Tufts of hair poked and scattered about, the clips and stickers still firmly planted themselves on him.
You gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek before joining him again. "Love you..." You brushed a few stray strands of his hair. You rested against him again, submerging yourself into the glittered waters of slumber.
Notes: A spring themed piece as requested by @eidenverecunia
What if: Kalim had to fight Jamil himself without Octavinelle and MC's help
The Sultan's Epiphany: The Final Battle
"LOOK AT ME KALIM!" Jamil shrieked, drunk with power. The eerie figure loomed behind the crazed vice, hands across its chest as its blotted head offered a cold glare.
"Jamil..." Kalim trembled, he felt the intense pressure of magic in the air like an intense sandstorm. He gripped the staff, finding resolve. He didn't want to see his friend like this, the Jamil he knew wouldn't do this.
But did he truly know Jamil at all?
How long did he take him for granted? How long was he forced to take the role of his shadow while he shone as bright as the desert sun?
"I'm sorry." He aimed, feeling the warmth of his magic flow like a river. Light pooled from beneath him, slowly.
"HA! It's time to get rid of this unworthy king, so long Kalim! AHAHAHAHAH!" The figure glowed a demure red. There was a sound of crackling and the scent of smoke, it was fire.
He knew what he had to do now, it was time to put an end to this. For his dorm, for Jamil. He won't be a pampered coward anymore, now's the time to finally live up to his title as the dorm leader of Scarabia.
"Oasis Maker!"
End Notes: Maybe I'll build up on this more in the future if it gets some positive feedback.
Towering stacks of books cluttered the desk, scratch papers and notepads were messily strewn about. You hung your head low, forehead against the desk. How you wish you could just absorb the complex formulas and equations without hassle.
But alas, things don't work that way.
"This is boring, we'll never use this in real life anyway." Ace sighed, agressively shutting close a book on Integral Caculus, its wrinkled, dirty-white pages and peeling leather-bound cover were indicative of its age and wear.
"Sorry, MC. We can't help you with something we don't know yourselves." Deuce almost whimpered, intently staring at the gibberish terms and symbols.
You groaned, banging your head on Heartslabyul's oak table, shaking a few contents of the desk in the process. You looked around, the curved and uniquely made shelves housed a good number if encyclopedias and novels, even some magazines snuck in between.
You tried to tread carefully at your time in Heartslabyul, lest you break one of their patchwork of rules. Albeit outlandish, you tried your best to construe it, to wrap your head around all of those laws. Why not? As they say; When in Rome, do what the Romans do.
"Spade, Trappola. You're on flamingo duty today, no?" A powerful voice called from across the windingly checkered hallways. The clacks of heels rang, inching closer and closer.
A familiar redhead came into view, a mix of crimson and gold gaudily adorned his robes. His oversized cape stretched down to the polished tiled floors, the velvet underside of it pooled below. His scepter gleamed proudly against the bright florescent lights, a symbol of power. His regal attire fit perfectly with the dorm's quirky atmosphere, the Queen of a chaotic kingdom. Long story short, he looked stunning.
"Dorm leader...!" Ace practically jumped out of his seat. Meanwhile, Deuce looked stunned, mouth agape, looking like a deer caught in headlights.
"Hm, if you get going now, you'll only be THREE minutes late." Riddle reminded, his silvery eyes never dropping their steely gaze.
"We should...uh, get going now." Ace stammered, grabbing a dumbfounded Deuce as they set off for flaming duty. "Don't forget to wear pink!" Riddle followed up, earning a squeak. "Y-yes dorm leader!"
"Now, how about you, dear Prefect?" He inquired, glancing at the mess of books and papers. "These books are a mess, you should keep a tidy workplace if you want to achieve good results." He scolded, neatly organizing the papers. His attention flitted to the open book.
"Integral Calculus? Oh, that's right. We had it last year too."
"Well...we have a test on Wednesday, and uh, I'm at a loss." You scratched your head, earning a blank look from him.
"As the dorm leader of Heartslabyul, I make sure that no student of mine fails any of their classes. You included." Riddle adopted a proud stance, chest puffed out as he finished his declaration.
"You seem to have a good number of referencial books, commendable." He chirped, picking a leatherbound from the stack, he flipped open the pages until he stopped to what you assumed to be what he was looking for.
"I could give you the barebones of the topic, we can also make a study guide for those two when they're done." He picked up a pen and started jotting down notes. His elegant penmanship decorated the paper like a bejeweled pendant.
"These are a few exercise problems, you can answer then I trust?" He looked at you expectantly, sighing when you shook your head to say no.
"Well, the principle you'll use can be found here." He pointed, fingers hovering over the page, across the plethora of foreign symbols.
"You'll have to substitute this with this and..." He trailed off, expertly smoothing out any misunderstandings you may have about the lessons, tossing a few quick tricks to get the gist of it.
Minutes of learning seemed to pass by at a flash, you could confidently say you're able to answer them by the time you've finished.
"Now, back to the exercises. Surely, you'll be able to answer then this time around?" He asked, smug. He handed you the worksheet he crafted himself, the once gibberish text now made sense, a little.
"Not bad, now to the next lesson."
"Excuse me, what?" You asked, dumbfounded.
"What we finished just now is merely the most basic of all the topics so far." Riddle snickered, taking out a heap of thick books from the stack.
"Can't we at least take a break?"
"Given our time, we can cover almost a third of all the topics so far. And we can make study guides while we're at it." He went off on a tangent, prancing around as he took more books from the nearby shelf.
"H-hey Riddle...?"
"Oh, did you bring calculators? We're going to need calculators in this next one." He beamed, lost in an academic world of books and arithmetic.
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