once upon a dream

“I can’t believe you got this hurt.” Despite her best efforts to not worry him, Christopher only grows more worried at the tone of her voice. How is he supposed to gloss over head trauma? Though, he can’t figure out what else to say, so he lets the silence dwell until his sister is reaching out.

For all his teasing, Gwens knows that her little brother is truly a softie deep inside, especially for her, and just shows it in different ways. She appreciates and loves this side of him for it is what makes Christopher his own unique self -- exactly the one she loves dearly. 

from the way the girl was smiling incessantly, mark could almost feel the discomfort radiating from her. he had a way with people, he feels, and it seemed as though it was more so bad than good. which doesn’t really bother him; if this was the way he is, he won’t simply change because others don’t like him. they either do or they don’t; it was as simple as that.

“i tend to gravitate towards bad boys so this really isn’t anything new. more than anything, i’m just hoping that we can be actual friends after this.” as usual, the smile she sends his way is as sincere as her words. the titles hero or villain and royal or rebel have never really been a factor for the friendships she makes; for gwen, a person’s background or personal beliefs should not stop her from making friends. everyone has different beliefs but it doesn’t mean that there aren’t any common points from which people can bond over. 

mark stared at the unbelievable amount of books stacked in a neat pile in front of him. he had been assigned the task of accompanying a fellow classmate in her studies to keep her up to date with the assignments and semester requirements. he looked over them three times already, maling sure they were what they were the correct pages and contents. though one thing in his mind was left uncertain; why him when there were dozens of other students that could take his place.

meeting new people isn’t exactly something new to the princess and most often than not, she conducts herself pretty well during such situations but there’s something about mark than makes gwen feel a little nervous. she tries not to let it get to her as she flashes him another one of her signature eye smiles. “ding ding ding, we have a winner!” she jokes, trying to make a more comfortable atmosphere between them and fervently hoping that it works. 

she wished she really didn’t have to be sorry about anything but infact, she did have to be–and was actually sorry about a couple of things. such as potentially ruining everyone’s futures, yes just her being in the past, could demolish a couple of things. turns out just one girl could change the world, mostly in a negative way if she’s travelled back in time. “you’re honestly such a sweetheart, what would I do without you” reaching over to give Gwen’s hand a gentle squeeze she walks up and places a hand firmly behind Gwen’s head, her arm coming to coil around Gwen’s waist “ To prevent whiplash and–other drastic things” she explains a tad bit too cheerfully “I’m not going to make any crash jokes because that’s not funny anymore–just what exactly happened Gwen? you’re way better now right?” teagane’s eyes grew determined to not slam the poor girl into a wall or the floor, she had fallen enough times. There was a feeling in her heart that this time, she’d make it smoothly around the campus. 

Christopher laughed, “My tutors taught me exactly what they taught you. You don’t make any sense.” He shook his head at her, busying himself with getting comfortable. Though, in his midsts he stopped and pointed at her. “Hey, did they not teach you to love your caring little brother, huh? Is that what you’re admitting?”

“I got a couple of stitches and there’s still monitoring the head trauma so I guess another two more weeks at the earliest?” She answers with a shrug, trying to act nonchalant about the extent of her injuries because she doesn’t want him to worry. Another moment of silence passes between them but Gwen easily breaks it by holding her arms out for her brother and reaching for him like a baby wanting to be carried would. 

ezio’s heart lightens up when he sees gwen’s mood elevating. better than a darker place for sure. the mutant smiles, glad that he was able to cheer her up to the best of his ability.

“now you’re clearly just buttering me up.” she exclaims, wrinkling her nose at him as if she doesn’t feel exceptionally flattered by his compliments. as she smiles and laughs along with him, she feels her mood lifting up completely and the heaviness in her heart dissipating little by little. the feeling of being happy (though not completely) feels like a much needed breath of fresh air after days of sadness and loneliness. she eyes the masterpiece with fondness and total affection now that she has realized why he has given it to her -- it’s an extremely thoughtful gift and the fact that she hadn’t expected it at all makes it even more special. “it really is a work of art even though i’m pretty sure i don’t look this beautiful but thank you anyway. it’s one of the best gifts i’ve ever received.” 

“Don’t push yourself, your brain needs a break.” She advised, lightly messing the others already insane bed-head. “Besides, it wasn’t anything worth remembering.” It was for Gwen’s sake that she didn’t remember the Erik run in, or the girls remarks or even her own mistake. Sometimes things don’t always need to be remembered, some things were better left forgotten. “hey now, don’t steal my title of ‘most hated’ along with ‘most loved’ those took ages to win.” She teased right back, noticing the other wasn’t really keen on jokes today. “They don’t hate you, perky president. Everyone, especially around here, loves a fallen hero…I guess they wanted it to not only be metaphorical.” 

Gwen knows that she should be thankful that nothing more serious happened to her since so many others lie dying while others are desperately wishing for better health in the rooms next to hers. It’s an extremely humbling thought and also one that puts her feelings into perspective. Just because she’s suffering from a broken heart, it doesn’t mean she can host a pity party for herself when she clearly still has so many reasons to be thankful. 

Straining his neck to look back at the bedridden girl, he mirrored her pout. “If you were more fun to visit, I wouldn’t care more about what other people are doing online, ever think of that one?” Despite his words, he was already standing up to make his way to her. “I have no love for my big sister, but if you move your feet so I can sit down on something softer than that couch, I might find it in my heart.” 

“You always find it in your heart to love your big sister. Didn’t your tutors teach you any better?” As the big sister, Gwen nagging at Christopher usually happens by default. Everyone knows how much she loves her little brother, it’s nearly impossible for her to say no to her little prince, and how she takes every chance there is to spoil him but just like any big sister, she wants the best for him all the time and won’t hesitate to keep him in check. 

“Oh, good. You’re awake.” Ophelia whispered to herself as she walked into the room to find sleeping beauties daughter wide awake. Before the blonde girl could say anything else, Ophelia slid the tray of food in front of her and handed her water bottle with a straw. “Drink up, you are severely dehydrated and it’s super gross to see that drip.” She pointed to the iv in her arm that lead to a translucent liquid inside the baggy that was hanging off a hook like pole. 

It’s only when she tries to open her mouth and talk does Gwen realize how thirsty she is and swallowing feels like somebody has poured a tub of sand down her throat. She doesn’t hesitate to take the proffered bottle of water and immediately takes long gulps from it with the aid of the straw. It brings her immediate relief, thankfully, but actually does very little to take away the pounding of her head. 

although ezio knows that it’s all up to gwen to heal her heart, he won’t be abandoning her like those so called people she had just mentioned. what kind of a friend would be so petty to the most fairest person at eah? the mutant smiles as he pats her shoulder, her head still on his shoulder.

the healing process will not be easy, that much gwen knows for sure, but after having this conversation with ezio, she feels a little more reassured that she’ll be able to get through with it. she has felt so alone these last couple of days now more so with erik and her no longer together so hearing his reassurance has given her a tad bit more courage. 

 Teagane attempts a few takedowns, almst always did her feet slide out from under her, this short ranged battle against goons was not going well till it all went down and she got herself into a headlock.

“You don’t have to be sorry about anything.” As her fairy godmothers always tell her, good deeds should be done out of love and compassion and never in exchange for anything. The princess has always remembered and heeded her godmothers words so this time isn’t any different. Saving Teagane is something she really wanted to do out of concern for her roommate’s well being and seeing that the other is safe and well is already enough compensation for having to face the bullies. 

[ sms : gwen ] I would, but I think I don’t deserve treasures [ sms : gwen ] How dare he make you cry  [ sms : gwen ] But I hate the both of you so whatever