You’re cold. Your toes are frozen. Tucked in under the blanket. You shiver. You dwell on what you could have gotten done, if it weren’t for the cold. You look around you. The laundry pile continuously piling up day-by-day. Your socks are in different places in your room. Couldn’t be bothered to pick them up. Why would you? You haven’t been going anywhere for the past week.
You could hear the rumbling sounds coming from your stomach. You’re hungry. Starving, I’d say. But not even that could convince you to throw your blanket out of the way. What is happening to you? You didn’t know either. Your eyes were throbbing. So is your head. Lots of things are happening all at once. In your mind, of course. You wish it would just stay there. But that’s impossible.
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Your mother calls you for the fifth time in a row. You see her name on your screen. Do you pick it up? No. Of course not. Is that bad? Yeah. Definitely. But you’re not going to answer a phone call that will be returned with a splitting headache. You wouldn’t want more of that, do you? But the guilt begins to consume you. Your eyes wander all over your room. You want to leave. To be somewhere. Out of that clusterfuck of a mess. You hated it so much. It used to be a place full of somber. Smiles. But it was none of that anymore. Oh for Christs’ sake, get up.
That’s what you told yourself. But you can’t. Even the idea of waking up exhausts you. It’s something you’re no longer fond of anymore. But again, the guilt of lying down takes over you. You begin to wonder if there was any worth in stepping out of the house. The only thing you could think of at that moment was any chance to restart everything. You thought about it. And in the end, you chose to stay where you currently are.
In this story, I dreamt of a peacock that could talk and I saw tall gates of a mansion overlooking a acre of green land that could mean that it belonged to a very wealthy person. I decided to expand and make it into a piece of fable and thus, it is how this story was born in my head…
𓍊𓋼𓍊 Total chapters: 4
𖡼𖤣𖥧 Total word count (I): 826
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I: A Curious Encounter
Once upon a time, in a tiny, remote village there lived an Indian heiress who as per usual would spend her days lazing around in her ginormous mansion.
She was well-known to be filthy rich and pretty, but she was also known for her short-temper and mean demeanor.
Almost every day, beggars knocked on her gates hoping that they would be given a penny or a grain of rice. And each time they knocked, they’d receive either an earful or if they were fortunate, the gates slamming obnoxiously in their faces.
That year, the village experienced a massive drought. Crops wilted, many livestock died, and the poor villagers were famished. The heiress was the only one known to be the wealthiest in the village; however, knowing her demeanor the villagers didn’t dare to ask for her help and ended up praying to the gods.
Needless to say, their prayers were answered.
One fateful dawn as she was deep in slumber, Lord Krishna appeared in her chambers and with a palm hovered over her forehead, chanted, “My dear child, once you arouse in the morning a peacock shall be waiting by your grand doors. Treat it with sincerity and respect its wishes for it will bring you happiness in your upcoming days. It is my gift to you. You shall treat it well.”
And with that, he disappeared out of thin air, much like how he had appeared.
Not long after, when the slightest rays of the sun began showing on the floor, she woke up from her slumber in deep confusion. She vaguely recalled that somebody had visited her in her dreams while muttering something that she was supposed to remember.
However, she thought nothing of it and brushed it off. She then went to wash herself in the river in the back of her mansion and got dressed in her garments.
‘I feel like eating some fresh berries for breakfast,’ she thought, grabbing a basket before strolling toward the entrance and swinging them wide open… only to be surprised by a peacock, squawking at her.
Then it struck her, the so-called dream last night.
She gawked at it, jaw dropped. It really was a gorgeous bird but what in the world was it doing standing pridefully right in front of her entrance like so?
“You,” she growled, thick brows furrowing. “A strange voice in my dreams told me that I’d be met with a certain peacock at my entrance. I believe it is you?” She cocked an eyebrow. She then went on recalling the rest of her dream, scoffing in disbelief. “Why that’s ridiculous, have I gone mad already? The fact that a bird would bring me fortune? Oh, please do enlighten me on that.”
She swerved past it, barely managing to make it a few steps into her garden when she heard a voice.
“No no, I can assure you that you are completely sane.”
She swiveled around, eyes wide as saucers but oddly, no one was there but the bird. “Who said that? Was it you?” she asked the peacock warily.
It squawked in exasperation, “Why yes, who or in this case, what else would it be?”
She froze, agape. “Oh my… I must have really gone mad. Perhaps a bit of fresh air would help,” she mumbled worriedly to herself and gradually turned around to step into the garden, attempting to ignore it completely.
“Hey, where are you going? Aren’t you supposed to bring me with you?” it called out, waddling after her.
“This is just a dream, isn’t it…? It’s definitely just a dream… A talking peacock? Not in this lifetime. I must be completely out of my mind to think so.”
“Hey, wait up! I told you that you are completely fine. You’re not going mad, young lady. You’re just in denial.”
“Denial, huh? Mind elaborating on that?” she bent down to pluck some plump berries into her basket.
“Please, just listen to me! You are not going insane, trust me. I promise you that if you treat me sincerely that you’d be joyful in return,” the bird pleaded with its life, frustrated.
“And how, exactly, is a bird like you supposed to do that other than to be a decoration for my collection of hats?”
“Ouch,” it clucked, quite disappointed, “harsh words, my lady. Hear me out, I assure you that I do have my ways. All you have to do is to trust me. The only question is, are you willing to do that?”
A long sigh escaped her. She pursed her lips before looking away momentarily as if to gather her thoughts together.
“One chance,” she finally decided and glanced down at it. “One chance to prove that you are worthy, and only then shall I take you in as a pet and fulfill your wishes.”
It squawked cheerfully, “Wonderful! I was hoping that you’d say ‘companion’ or ‘business partners’, but I believe that could work too.”
wuz watching historical sapphic movies last night. now, if any of u movie or tv-show lovers know any movies such as (but not limited to):
“The Handmaiden” (2016)
“Elisa y Marcela” (2019)
“Dickinson” (2019)
“Pride & Prejudice” (2005)
“Phantom of the Opera” (2004)
pls give me movie/tv-show recs like those. i’m sad and i need my daily dose of historical romantic movies 💕 (any kinds of pairings are fine actually. i’m just in a historical-pairing-mood rn)
these stories are neither in any particular order nor are they connected to each other. whether you read the last story as your first or the first story as your last does not matter.
❝ Volume I: The Heiress and the Peacock ❞
❝ Volume II: The Sailor Whose Heart Belongs to the Sea ❞
these stories are neither in any particular order nor are they connected to each other. whether you read the last story as your first or the first story as your last does not matter.
hear me out: i may have only had two huge crushes in my sixteen years of existence and i find it very difficult to develop deep feelings for someone. HOWEVER, i’d sometimes daydream on how i’m going to meet him, my soulmate (bear in mind that this is one of my dumb, random, and lovely scenarios that i tend to come up with ☺️) .
ah, i imagine that i’m somewhere out of my own country and in a foreign one. i’m entering a bookstore and the entire room is filled with the scent of old, musky wood, the books are neatly aligned on the shelves arranged by each and every genres, the lights above evoke a warm hue and vibe.
everything is perfect and it really induces a drowsy and comforting vibe. then i’d be walking by one of the rows between the shelves when all of a sudden i drop something important which could either be my phone or my wallet.
then as i bend down to pick it up, a hand has picked it up for me and that hand gave it to me and a voice uttered the words “oh, you dropped this.” then everything else is history from there on ♡
