#avan erecus

[simchantress]

Day 13 | Tradition (3/3)

<< Beginning  >>

“Although she is...lesser...it is the way of tradition, and I’d like to proceed with my original pairing per The Dark Lord’s commandment.”

Ivy could hear them, but she just wasn’t listening. She was so angry she wanted to cry and scream and set the place ablaze!! It was exactly the way she felt the night she’d used the untamed. No, she couldn’t be in that place again, if anyone knew... 

“I cannot tell you how delighted I am to hear that.” 

He hesitates, then continues, 

“You see King Ezarath has been raking his mind over this whole thing and now that you’ve suggested it...”

Now that I’ve suggested it, he can solve all of his little problems without looking like the spineless dolt he is. 

“Good, then it’s settled.”

“Septima, after classes Avan will escort [YOU] to the human world to gather your belongings.”

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Day 11 | Envy (1/3)

<< Beginning  >>

Huxley stumbles out,

”Umm hi, your highnesses?”

Some looked at each other amused by the servant other’s just cringed. 

King Ezarath just stared in angry confusion, 

“A girk?”

Avan was quick to pick up on the king’s indecision. He thought King Ezarath to be spineless, daft, and above everything undeserving of his title. More than any of his brothers, Avan, “prince of envy”, desired to be King of the realm. Unfortunately for him, it was a title only one of them would hold. 

“My king, if I may?”

He nods his approval, still looking at Huxley with amused uncertainty.

To Be Continued...

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Day 12 | Stealth? (3/3)

<< Beginning  >>

It didn’t take long for Ivy to hear about the Girk that was getting hauled into the headmaster’s office. Ivy’s heart was racing as she pushed her way through the office. 

“What’s she doing?” 

“You already missed it POISON IVY!” 

“She’s probably got something to do with this too.”

Bursting into the office all eyes fall on her, 

“Wait stop this Girk is innocent”

She hadn’t even figured out what she was going to say yet, and truthfully she was a terrible liar. 

“Septima Aurorel, this doesn’t concern you.”

“Please-just tell me what he did”

“He stole my blood.”

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Day 11 | Envy (2/3)

<< Beginning  >>

Turning to Huxley, his bright blue eyes go cold,

“And who is your master for you to speak that name so boldly?”

He was methodical in his words, careful to stress the ‘her’ in the sentence so that one might think she was the reason behind his sudden assertiveness.

 Avan could care less about Ivy, she had always been the most boring of her sisters. Yet still, if he could he’d wed them all, her included. A different **** for each day of the week. He liked the sound of that very much. 

Huxley stutters and then replies as meekly as he can muster, 

“My master is but no one compared to you”,

 he gets down on one knee raising his hand high above his head like he’d seen in movies, 

“I beg your forgive my grace.”

 He smirks then with the utmost absurdity begins to laugh. 

The room goes nuts. 

Getting exactly what he’d wanted all along Avan waves a dismissive hand. The room laughing even harder as Huxley scurries away.  

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Day 10 |  Imbecile (1/3)

<< Beginning  >>

“Alright, I'd like to begin serving soup now, start grabbing trays.” To Huxley's surprise, he actually managed to serve the three soup bowls on his tray without spilling a single drop.

Just as he was about to head back to the kitchen, someone pulled his sleeve. 

Turning around they all sat still, disappointed and confused looks on their faces.  

He hears a throat clear and leans in to listen,  “Why are we having soup?”

“Ugh I- it's what they gave me” Jade chuckles with phoney amusement, 

“I believe my dear sister is referring to the fact that we weren't given any soup spoons.”

Huxley swallows hard. The extra spoons he’d thought he was being helpful by removing weren’t so extra at all. 

Efraim looks down at his soup, hungry and honestly too lazy to use the spoon anyway, 

“We could always drink it.”

“Shut up you imbecile”

Rickon sat at the other end of their table, completely disinterested in the lack of utensils. 

“Hmm, lovely but which one is worthy of me?”

Avan was frustrated at the whole ordeal, how had he gotten so unlucky to have been paired with poison Ivy. The girl was a disgrace but he would take her over none at all. 

“Hmph. What makes you think any of them are looking at you?”

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Day 14 | Disjointed (3/3)

<< Beginning  >>

The girls stood at the top of the stairs watching as Poison Ivy and Avan arrived. None of them could believe it when their father announced that she’d be returning home and participating in the ritual. 

“Here they come!” Jade yelled. 

Only three of the six were actually excited for their sister’s return. Jade, of course, was interested in watching her try to “assimilate back into the royal lifestyle”. To see how she interacted with others, and what would come of her ritual process. 

Jewel was also excited for Septima to come home, she was particularly interested in what treasures she’d bring with her from home. Jade and Poppy had a bet going that Jewel would snoop through her belongings before the night was over. 

“Ugh what is she wearing??” Eva grimaced. 

“If we don’t help her we’ll all look bad” Alma warned. 

Livia sighed, they’d spent the day talking about how they would completely shun her and now they were already cracking. 

“Remember Poppy, she’s not our sister anymore.”

“Okay.”

Poppy was most excited to see Septima. All of her sisters were big sisters and Poppy took great pride in the role. No one was crushed more than she was when Septima was cast out. She had been her closest friend in the entire world, and although she was only older by a few months there was so much she wanted to teach her. Now she was coming back, and Poppy wasn’t even allowed to be happy. 

“Welcome home Septima!” 

“Right well, I’ll leave you to it”

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Day 14 | Disjointed (1/3)

<< Beginning  >>

Leaving the office Ivy began to think about all the things she would be giving up to revert back to her old life. The human realm which she’d began to accept as her own, Her home, her uncle Eli, even Florizel.

The spiritual connection between a familiar and sorcerer was only common to Lieu and was harshly ridiculed by Reig. To them, the bond was just another display of inferiority. “Proof” that Lieu were less than whole, that they needed that counterpart to guide them. It was for that reason that familiars weren’t seen in the academy. 

Ivy thought of how hard it was to leave Flor even just to go to school. He was tied so intricately to her that Ivy truly believed he was part of her soul. She couldn’t leave him. And her uncle Eli? He’d given up his entire life for her. He’d always told her that she was different, that she was destined for greatness. How could she just leave him behind? 

Racing down the hall Ivy was set on finding a way out of this, 

“Prince Avan? Could I talk to you about something?”

“Of course, what troubles you?”

Ivy wasn’t sure if it was the result of his many filler injections but regardless of Avan’s tone, his face was always so stiff.

“It’s not that I’m not honored- I-I just realized I would have to say goodbye to my family...my familiar.”

“Oh Septima, is that all? I assure you, as soon as we’re bonded. As soon as I'm King, everything wrong with this realm? It’s going to change.”

Again she wasn’t sure what to think of his exaggerated movement and disjointed expression but ultimately she heard exactly what he wanted her to. 

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Day 14 | Disjointed (2/3)

<< Beginning  >>

So much had happened today and she wished she had the time to fill him in; time to listen to all the I told you so’s in the world. Ultimately she realized it was a feeling she’d have to get used to. Especially if-

“I wish you could just come with us now.”

It was the easiest way to say what they were both thinking, it wasn’t guaranteed that Avan would be supreme king at all. 6 others, her sisters, his brothers would also perform the same ritual. 

Pushing back his own tears Flor barked, 

“Stop worrying about me and go get your damn tiara!”

Ivy nods forcing out an awful blend of sobs and laughter.

She was thankful her Uncle Eli didn’t seem sad, instead, he beamed with pride as he hugged her. 

“Go give ‘em hell, kid!”

It was exactly the push she needed. He’d always told her that she was different, that people didn’t understand now but one day but they would. 

Walking out onto the front porch she looked up towards the stars hoping, wishing, praying, he was right. 

The front door opened after her and her momentary confidence crumbled.  

Please don’t say goodbye.

“Ivy? Just... trust your instincts, okay?”

My instincts?