#amethea

Spring on Maquis Island is a beautiful site, all the greenery and flowers along with the little fairies and other creatures on the land. Calvin’s favorite season! All the beautiful growth of the world makes him happy, coming off the death of the winter season it is a wonderful sight watching everything begin to grow again, and of course, his birthday is the last day of April.

The spring season also allowed the Corals’ family gatherings to continue, midday visits to Amethea and Finnian’s cottage or for the whole family to come to the Bookstone-Corals house to sit out on the verandah and enjoy a good brunch and good conversation.

Since it was Indigo and Calvin’s turn to host for the weekend, the two of them were doing the dishes as Amethea, Antoniette, and Finnian could socialize with Spiro as he was visiting.

“I would like to get some new plants tomorrow,” Indigo spoke softly, “I want to get some climbing hydrangeas.”

Calvin hummed with a smile, “and honeysuckles,” she added.

“Where are we putting them?” Calvin asked, quietly.

“I want to put them outside our bedroom window,” She answered, “our bedroom windows, they look so bare compared to the rest of the house.”

“It is on the second floor.”

“I know,” Indigo sighed.

The healer chuckled at the pout on his wife’s face, “Don’t worry, angel, I’ll get you the plants you want.”

She smiled, “You’re the best husband ever.”

After being married for years, she’s continuing to make his heart do flips, “Wisteria may be nice too, could help with fertility too,” Indigo declared, “So would raspberries.”

Calvin let out a laugh as he continued to stare down at her while doing their clean dishes, “You are saying that to a doctor,” he muttered.

“I’m not saying they will, I’m saying they could,” Indigo replied with a little giggle, “I’m sorry that I want to have your children so badly that I'm willing to eat raspberries and put wisteria outside our bedroom windows.”

“What would help our chances is if people would leave us alone,” Calvin remarked.

Indigo laughed, “Then go tell Mère and père to leave.”

“I’m going to tell your parents to leave just so we have sex,” Calvin chuckled.

Indigo shrugged, “No, tell them to leave, I bet Mère and père would understand,” Indigo joked.

“Oh yeah, the same man that looked like he was going to kill me when they all caught us making out in the library,” the healer retorted.

The French mage snickered, “I still wonder if he likes me sometimes,” Calvin sighed.

“He likes you, grenade,” she declared, “but I am his little girl.”

“I know,” he hummed, before he whispered, leaning over making their shoulders touch, “but are also my girl.”

“Careful~”

“But don’t want to be careful~” It’s taking so much self-control for him not to pull her toward him, while her hands are still in the sink, “besides you are the one who brought up babies.”

“I brought fertility!” She exclaimed, before covering her mouth, “that was loud.”

Calvin glanced over his shoulder, “We’re fine,” he muttered.

“The last thing I need is tante teasing me or Uncle Spiro trying to kill you,” Indigo huffed.

Calvin chuckled once again, watching her wash one of the last dishes in the sink as he dried the one in his hand, “If we are going to get plants tomorrow, we might as well get groceries…” Indigo began before he couldn’t process the words she was saying.

The sound of Waltz No.2 on the violin rang throughout the large cottage strings being played in Indigo’s library near one of the windows, played by the eldest of Indigo’s children, named after the northern lights and the dawn, with her hair of candy apple red and caramel skin. Sweet Aurora Marguerite Bookstone-Corals, now playing her violin with purple hands.

“Shostakovich.” Amethea remarked softly from the entrance of the library, making her granddaughter turn around after she finished playing, “Hi, mon cœur.”

“Granny?!” Aurora retorted, setting her violin down in the window seat.

“You sound surprised,” she chuckled, walking towards her.

“If you came to see how I am doing, I am doing just fine, I’m just staying inside like I was advised to do.”

Amethea frowned, “It’s fine I've never been a big fan of being outside anyway.” Aurora said with a shrug.

“Yet, you like the beach,” Amethea replied, “and gardening, flowers, and herbs.”

Aurora shrugged again, “But that’s not why I am here.” Amethea remarked, “I came to give you these,” She pulled a pair of cute gloves out of her dress pocket, “Your father told me you’ve been staring at these hands a little too long, so I wanted to give you these.”

“Granny, I—”

“You don’t have to wear them,” Amethea added placing the gloves in her hands, “It not difficult to have hands like this, but it make you feel out of place, even if you don’t wear the gloves, you have them if you ever what them.”

“Thank you,” Aurora muttered tears building up in her eyes.

“Mon cœur?”

“I’m a horrible person!”

“Aurora!”

“I knew about everything! I knew what Alex and Finn were doing, and didn’t tell mère or père, I didn’t stop them either! I made mère and père fight—”

“Sweet girl, they weren’t fighting—”

“Alex said they didn’t talk to each other for almost 2 months! They always have something to talk about! mère and père rarely ever fight, let alone stop talking to each other and I caused that! Finn’s been training like crazy, and not just so he can be the best mage like he always says, he’s training because he feels like he has to protect me and Alex! I’m the oldest! I’m supposed to be the one to protect him! I’m also supposed to be the good one! The one that follows every rule, that listens to my parents, that tells on my siblings when they are doing something wrong! I am—”

“You more like your mother than you realize, you know that?” Amethea remarked with a hum picking Aurora's violin before sitting in the window seat, “Come here,” she remarked, patting the place next to her, ordering her granddaughter to sit.

Aurora rested her head on Amethea's shoulder, “You choose to suppress the hard and heavy emotions, and then when it becomes too much it feels like you explode,” Amethea explained her hands grazing the violin now in her lap, “That’s one of the many reasons your parents an excellent match. Your father loves to listen and observe, especially to your mother, I’ve never seen anyone, let alone a man, be so love-sick over one person,” the older woman chuckled to herself, “and that will never change. Just as he loves her, he loves you and your siblings just as much if not more! When it comes to 3 being harmed, for better or for worse your father forgets reason and stops listening, and your mother continues to suppress. So, when you were in your coma and Calvin decided to continue to work to keep an eye on you, your mother took that as a sign that he was angry with her because she did nothing upon seeing you hurt.”

“Père has never been angry with mère,” Aurora muttered.

Amethea chuckled, “They worry about you and this most recent event has only made it worse.” the older woman remarked, “Which is not your fault, you did what is right.”

“I still feel horrible,” Aurora sighed, “I’m the oldest—”

“You being the oldest has no bearing on how you should choose to live your life.” Amethea remarked, “Your brother is becoming more and more like your mother everyone every day, I swear. Are you the one who made him the protector?”

“No, but—”

“Then him choosing to be the protector over the three has nothing to do with you!”

Aurora sighed, “Everything just feels weird.”

“Being in a coma for 5 months will do that, mon cœur.” Amethea hummed.

“Thank you, granny.” Aurora hummed.

Indigo groaned, “Goddess, I don’t wanna be here!”

“I know, Angel eyes. We just need to stay for 10 minutes and then we can go back home,” Calvin replied.

Indigo sighed as Calvin led her into the banquette hall, “You look really good,” she muttered, “You always look good in green.”

He chuckled, “Thank you, Angel.”

He was in a dark green suit matching her spring dem dress, “I’m gonna meet up with your parents,” Calvin added.

Indigo nodded, beginning to feel nauseous, strolling through about the great hall greeting partygoers, truly trying to be a good hostess. Whilst grabbing whatever drinks were non-alcoholic to curve her nauseas.

Keeping to herself with a drink in hand a masculine presence behind her before he cleared his throat, “What do you want?” she asked, coldly, “Neon.”

Eggshell skinned man much taller than her let’s a green gem charm hang from his fingers in front of her face, “To give you a gift,” he replied, with his stupidly posh British accent.

Indigo took the charm from between his callus fingers, studying the green gemstones as the ribbon holding the charm together sat grasped under her thumb and index finger. She doesn’t bother to turn around and look at him. She knows that he is smirking, standing behind with his hands in his suit pocket.

“Is this little shitty present because I am pregnant or because I beat up your little boyfriend?”

Neon chuckled, “Can I not just congratulate you on turning into such a fine individual?”

Indigo rolled her eyes, “No thanks to you.”

“Ha, if it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t be such a talented mage,” Neon commented.

Indigo sighed, “I have also heard you have an apprentice,” he added, “I see I have rubbed off on you in some way.”

She instantly turned around, “You don’t get to take credit for this!” she growled, “You were my teacher, and I learned my skills from you, yes, but I mastered my skills on my own! I did not become a teacher to be like you, I became a teacher to be better than you!”

Neon’s smirk turned into a fine line across his lips as he continued to stare down at the tiny mage, “You out because everyone knows that own of your own students is better than you and I now revel in the fact that I am in fact better than you ever could be!” Indigo continued.

She is right, deep down in his ancient bones, he is just an old man who is still angry that a little French girl surpassed him. He done nothing with his life for over a decade but be a glorified lap dog for the man that’s now locked away in the basement.

“I’m proud of you, Indigo.”

Yes, most of his being is proud of her, for being one of his students that is now so accomplished and so young.

And to her it sounds like shattering and nails scrapping a chalkboard at the same time.

“No…”

Neon nodded, “I am, very proud actually.”

“Y-you don’t get to be proud of me!”

Neon laughed, “But how could I not be?!”

He’s been nothing but self-centered, narcissistic, and pity for years, how could he now tell her that he is proud of her.

“You are horrible,” Indigo sneered, as she clenched that charm, he gave her in her fist.

“Even before you agree to take over Duke’s place, I knew you would become dean,” he added, “And you could not be a better fit to be his replacement.”

“Stop it, I don’t want your praises.”

“Well to bad, little mage, I will sing praise for you until the world implodes in on itself because I am proud of you,” Neon remarked, “And I know your child will be just as great.”

She feels too nauseous to continue talking to him. Pushing past him and heading for one of the many doors outside.

“Calvin, mon cher,” Amethea sighed, making Calvin turn away from the group conversation, as she watched her daughter run out the west door, “She needs you.”

“Which way did she go,” Calvin instantly asked.

“West.”                      

He curved his back, kissing the lavender-haired woman on the cheek, “I’ll call you later tonight.”

“Tell her I love her,” Amethea replied.

“Of course, momma,” Calvin remarked, walking towards the west exit, finishing his wife retching over the stair banister.

He held back any of her hair that had risk of falling in her face, handing her a handkerchief to wipe her face once she was done, while rubbing her back, “I want to go home,” she whimpered.

He knew there was a point in asking her what happened or why, she’ll tell him eventually.

Once they were home and Indigo was comfortably in bed, she continued to stare that stupid little green charm in her hand. Calvin sat on the edge of their bed taking the charm for her hands, “He said it was a gift for becoming such a fine individual,” she muttered, “Then, he told me he was proud of me.”

“And he can’t be proud of you?”

Indigo shook her head, “If he is so proud, why is so bitter?! Why is this after all time the one time he holds a conversation with me?! All I have ever wanted as is student is his praises, his approve, and now when he gives to me it doesn’t seem sincere.”

Calvin sighed, placing the charm on the bedside table, taking a hold of her hands, “I think he’s just an old man that wants to stir the pot.”

“You’re probably right…”

“You are far better then he ever could be,” Calvin cooed.

Indigo smiled as he kissed forehead, “You should just leave him be to do whatever weird shit he does with Duke in the basement.”

Indigo giggled, “Do you want me to throw this away?” Calvin asked, picking the charm back up.

“Non, I’ll keep it, maybe put it with the baby’s stuff.”

Calvin nodded, “Hopefully it doesn’t mark our kid as his.”