── .✦ Roots from “Douceur || MASHLE: MAGIC AND MUSCLES” — A collection of MMAM one shots.
ᯓ★ Notes: A few details here are inspired by “Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint”, do you know where, what, and who I’m referring to?
╰┈➤ ❝ In which you got assistance from the Adler’s house genius amongst the first year, Lance Crown, and found out how smitten he has become around you. ❞
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— My heartbeats resonated with yours, and that fact to me, is more than enough to prove my love for you.
ᡣ𐭩🎵Show Me How - Men I Trust
She was a troublesome individual. And Lance didn’t like that.
From the first time they met, he was sure his sister would hardly accept her as his friend, for which she was considered to be a hassle by many. For some, like a blazing inferno, she was radiant and festive, while others complained about how much distress she’d caused.
Undergone its way through constant negative views and judgments with absolute perseverance, the rose continued to grow, with thorns and spikes, willing to wound those who dared to come close.
Lance found her actions to be relatively entertaining. Once she poured a bucket of green liquid down one of her classmates' heads, for they had made her befuddled with inquiries about Potion and Mathematics. How unfortunate, for them to experience her childish and mischievous antics.
Bearing witness to all of her mischief and knowing the reason why she acted that way, the school's esteemed headmaster, Mr. Wahlberg Baigan, decided to assign her to a special student who seemingly could aid her to the best of his ability.
Amidst the loud gossip of pupils, gusts of wind traveled through oval-shaped windows, gently caressing one’s ocean hair as he ventured his way through the vast empty hallway of Easton Academy. Despite the cooling air of Spring’s morning, his body embraced the heat of Summer day’s afternoons. After the trip to the counselor's office, he became much more cautious. He didn’t understand what was happening, after all, he was a mere passerby who barely knew the girl. She only piqued his interest and was seen as the main subject of amusement.
Curiosity is one of human’s biggest enemies, and for him, it ultimately led him to his demise. Like a cat trapped in a lion's den, he was chosen to be her tutor.
Once the glowing orb of fire had set down into the far horizon, the school’s library turned into an unexplainable dark void, swallowing one whole with tranquility and silence. Upon entering, she heard the flutter of turning pages, as they were rifled by the wind. Nervous, perplexed as to why a student would arrange a meeting at that time of day, she hurriedly navigated through the seemingly never-ending corridors, each lined with towering bookshelves filled with a vast array of books and manuscripts.
Turquoise, brilliantly shone like a lost ancient jewel found on a frosty night, its gaze piercing through every page with such intensity. Impatient as he was, waiting for her in the quietest section of the school’s education facility, where he would spend most of his time reading, aside from hanging out with Mashle and others.
“You’re late.“
Slowly approaching the figure looming over the table, who was constantly tapping his finger onto the cold wooden surface, her body jolted slightly in response to the monotonous dullness of his voice.
“Half an hour late, to be exact. I thought you would be more responsible, [Last Name]. How many times have you been told to be punctual to class?“
First year of Adler’s house, an exceptional student with top grades, his demeanor spoke with such eloquence of a first-rate master. Lance Crown, talented as he was, had an odd interest in his sister. She always knew he was a weird one, though peculiarly enough, she harvested great fondness for him. Perhaps being close to beauties did make her weak after all.
Excluding herself with a few apologies, she later learned from him about the primary after-school tutor lessons and it was against his will to be her temporary guidance. Shameful as it was, she had to admit she was failing potion classes as well as other science-related subjects. Having been blessed by the gods with a relatively well-athletic physique, which excels in sports, her wits were far from it. Blood was deemed to be thicker than water, her family wasn’t known for their intuitive sharpness, but instead for their physical toughness as they were once renowned knights whose strengths and power rivaled the heavens above.
The night sky was dark, painted on a black canvas with streaks of golden shades, the presence of whites gracefully drifting off beneath the placid body of water surrounding Easton’s Academy. Chimes from nearby town cathedrals accompanied by the chilling winds of northern highlands, two students bid their goodbyes after a few light-hearted conversations to make themselves comfortable with one another. Both traveled back to their respective house, marking the meeting as the first tutor lesson.
Day after day, lesson after lesson, the two grew closer. One might find it odd to have seen how much their relationship has grown. Divinely blossomed under the coldness of rainy nights and the warmth of morning sunshine, to be bathed in such admiration and joy, he and she are fated to become one.
Astounded as he was, slowly bringing light to his once negative perspective upon her personality and actions, her new image as of then engraved onto his mind and heart, a sense of longing, a strong desire for something he wished to have. It was familiar yet somehow distant.
Two adults who readily cast away their daughter when a disease was eating away her life, the faith in his parents spiraled into utter hatred. It was then he pledged to the gods, and vowed to protect his sister against the Bureau of Magic, against the world even if he had to. He held a deep affection for his sister without second the thought of finding a partner, and yet after several encounters with [Name], in response to the latter, his mind kept on sharing the same fuzziness all over again.
He wasn’t foolish enough not knowing how to distinguish love, between families and individuals. How atrocious! Had he drawn a line to distance himself from her, those lingering attachments wouldn’t have gotten in his way. But how could someone not, when she was that lively and endearing?
Harsh ringings from an amber, hollow instrument of cast metal echoed through the school’s hallway, signaling the message of dismissal amongst scholars. Blaring talks and loud chatters filled the once-quiet ambiance of the prestigious academy with delights and excitement.
The pair got seated in a certain spot in the Athenaeum to prepare for the upcoming test as Autumn arrived, the season which danced along the final gospel of newborn leaves, as trees shed their skin, complemented an oasis of serenity with vibrant hues of red, orange, and yellow.
The air was different from what he’d known, Lance was often perceptive, he had a very keen eye and sense on small things, whether it was a smell, sound, or wind current.
Piling racks of sunlight illuminated the place as they advanced their way through blue-tinted window sills, each ray varied from corridor to corridor when a particular one passed by her, [Name] [Last Name].
Beauty is subjective, to others, she might have a few distinctive features that made her stand out from the rest, but to him, being the only witness of her unfamiliar side, the sight of her left him utterly breathless.
Facial features were carefully drawn with the exceptional skills of a refined painter during the most glorious period of art. Eyes are known to be windows to the soul, in the purest form of the color hers owned, it expressed such determination which was molded from vigorous trials and errors, hardships and obstacles. A nose and a chin elegantly shaped in perfect angles, enough to rival the sun, moon, and even the stars.
If one had not been blinded by the beauty of the rising sun, then perhaps the shadows had always sheltered their life in the perpetuity of darkness with the moon.
Hey, you’re gonna burn a hole in my face if you keep looking at me like that. Pray tell, is there anything troubling you, my dearest?
-Badump-
She slightly chuckled, closing the manuscript she was researching, her attention then focused all on him.
“Pardon? My apologies, I must have dozed off while reading.”
-Badump-
…Lance, do you know, that rivers seek for the sea, fleeting with crashing waves of foam and memories, they long for a reunion. As a rose needs light for its growth, it yearns towards the sun, in the hope of reaching for the warmth it once desired. In truth, I’d harbored affection for you, more than I can wonder. If you allow, perhaps, can we be life-long companions instead of this momentary relationship?
-Badump-
-Badump-
-Badump-
The answer was in front of his eyes all along, whether her gentle gestures towards him or the friendly remarks that turned his mind into a hazy dream, she was the one. How slow of him to realize both of them shared the same secret, a similar emotion for which was known to be love.
“…Of course, anything for you and my sister, my beloved [Name].”
