I am so sorry for this being late! Tumblr deleted my progress and then Tumblr decided to not like me. To rectify this I am working on a part 2. If you guys want one, at least.
Long, nimble fingers plucked at strings to fill the air with otherwordly music. A tall otherwordly man sat by what looked similar to a harp as his purple hair mindlessly floated about.
"Oh Rygel~"
But the music abruptly stopped at the introduction.
"What ever is it, Aria?"
The beaming smile that coated the slightly older woman dropped as she muttered under her breath.
"You are never going to call me mom, are you."
Rygel slightly laughed at that.
"No, considering you are not my mother and but a simple alibi. You merely provide a name on 'legal' documents to make yourself and I blend in more. No more, no less."
The woman merely laughed as she brightened up.
"You do have me there. You, your imperial highness, certainly make my existence much more believable to the public eye. I have gotten relatively comfortable in this cushy life style and I would rather not lose it."
Golden eyes started to leave her form before his attention was grabbed once again.
"Anyway, I'm heading to Michael's for some crafting stuff! I need to make some Valentine's day content for my Pinterest. I already know the answer, but do you want to come."
"No. I swear, you and your accursed Pinterest."
"Now dear, you know your 'father' and I have a reputation to uphold. While that lovely husband of mine makes good money being on some board of directors, I run a large Pinterest and Instagram page that has gained me quite the following. It really sells the whole 'normal housewife and husband' thing."
"Oh, and your 'father' and I are going out for dinner later. So you can go and do whatever it is you occupy yourself with. You have a prospective mate now, apparently. You should probably get her stuff for Valentine's day. Especially since we will be departing soon. Besides, if you're not careful someone else may 'stake their claim'. Well anywho! I'm heading out~!"
The woman rushed off in a flurry out the front door to buy various supplies of pink and red.
Rygel stood up with a sigh to his full height of 6'10 and walked through the absolute pinterest board of a home to prepare and gather all he needed for this holiday.
Maybe the woman was up to something.
~|~
While the rest of the house was absolutely taken over by Rygel's 'mother' his room was the only exception. Although there was nothing special about it. Before reaching a certain age Rygel was merely a blank slate. He had no golden eyes, purple hair, or even the natural highlight on his cheeks. He may not have even had such dark skin before. He truly does not know. He merely exissted as a child to absorb information that was required in order to operate in this society and to complete his mission. Everything else was thrown out.
All his childhood memories are nonexistent as they were not needed. Besides, he was certain he would not have too many anyway. Not a single person remembered his original appearance or really anything about those days. If one does try to recollect a fog rolls over their brain and all is forgotten. All pictures of him are seemingly foggy from those days and if one were to seek it they would always pass over it.
Rygel's room was similar to the lifestyle he lived before. Although he may be more 'conscious' now he saw no reason to decorate. He will be in his true bedroom soon enough.
His room was completely white. From his comforter, to his walls, to even the pictures in picture frames. He stuck out like a horse in a group of fish with his dark skin. The only thing of true interest in the room was the fact that his bed was somewhat floating above the ground.
Rygel gave a singular tap on a wall and out came some of the alien technology hidden away.
It was a computer of sorts, a way for him to access information and lay out his plans. It was also used to provide him updates on the state of their mission.
"It seems only a couple of days are left until we leave. I suppose I could let my presence be known, take over a school. (Y/n) has clearly gotten some of the hints, along with a few others, but I might as well just confirm everything. The sooner she gets used to her new lifestyle the better."
~|~
Valentine’s day was an alright holiday, you supposed.
It admittedly was much better when you had a special someone, along with when you were younger.
You thought fondly back to your Elementary school days as you opened your locker. Making those little ‘mailboxes’ out of construction paper for your classmates to leave goodies in was always fun. Oh, and how could you forget passing out those little cards with crappy lollipops or those little stickers?
You let out a little giggle as you grabbed one of your books before being snapped from your thoughts. The chatter and excitement about ‘valentine-grams’ had suddenly been snuffed out and only silence was left.
After grabbing your book you decided to look at what the caused all the lack of commotion, only to be left aghast.
In the middle of the hallway, like the parted red sea stood- no, floated a certain 6′10 male. His skin, comparable to mahogany, had an unnatural highlight. His hair a long, luscious purple hue. The appearance of the male made him easy to identify with a mere glance.
Rygel.
Rygel was kind of odd. It’s not like the two of you have interacted much, but this was just kind of a known fact. Your conspirist friends started to suspect something when his hair started to turn purple. No- hasn’t he always had purple hair? Then there was the fact that for the life of you, no one seems to remember him from years past. It would seem he existed yet no one could recall any details about his life.
Then there were his intense golden eyes-
That were now staring into your own.
Great.
His form floated a couple of inches off the ground, yet his feet seemed to touch a solid surface as he strode towards you. You heard a sharp slam of your locker closing shut, which you could only assume he had something to deal with.
Those who stood in his way were seemingly pushed by the mere air to get out of the way as he strode closer. You felt a harsh gulp as he finally neared. Crap.
“(Y/n)-“
“You’re floating.”
Your eyes along with his somewhat widened. Great, now you are going to die! Just one word, and that’s immediately what you say?!
“Why, yes, I am. But that is besides the point. (Y/n) (L/n), the only bearable thing on this accursed planet, you will be what your people call, ‘my Valentine’.”
In his hands seemingly appeared this container similar to what you would see in one of those bank ‘shwoop’ tubes. Inside was something quite particular.
A faint glowing blue admitted from its five petals, giving an odd allure. It looked rather like a hibiscus but it was blue.
You were now even more baffled. How the heck does one respond to that?
“Uh, Rygel.. here’s the thing.. I know like, nothing about you. Apparently I know a lot less than I thought since you’re literally floating-“
You were interrupted by one of his hand model worthy hands being placed on your cheek.
For the first time since you can remember a gorgeous, genuine, caring smile crossed Rygel’s face.
“Oh my poor darling, being born with the brain of a homo sapien. Advanced as yours is compared to your kind, I’m afraid it may not quite stack up. My moonlight, I never said a single word to indicate a question. You were not being asked to be my valentine, you are my valentine.”
