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A/N: Another piece to accompany the previous one, since it’s better to unravel the mystery.

Taranee has so much potential that I should explore and really tell more often. Here’s a backstory-ish piece, when she was just a teen and how she fell in love. :D

I should probably re-watch BP, but I hope I did the character with her, some sort of justice. I’m sure half of you notice I have a thing for... unrequited feelings, lmaooo. However, it does get better. *immediately goes to plan one-shot or WIP*

Word Count: 784

TW: None

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"You're never going to have it!"

(Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial​‘s prompt: FFF47: Don’t Take My Heart. Set in Code F&D. Enjoy!!)

Her eyes were slits and inhuman and Iridesca tried to suppress her flinch. Castore saw through it and her fingers grew tighter, colder and longer at her wrist.

             “Aurum is too kind to you.” Castore hissed. “Don’t take the heart because frankly speaking, you. Do. Not. Deserve. It.”

             “Now, is that any way to greet your older sister you haven’t seen in centuries?” Iridesca responded haughtily, removing her wrist from Castore’s grip as gracefully as she could. “And Aurum and I are both older than you. Don’t meddle in affairs you know nothing off, little sister.”

             Iridesca brushed her dress off, looking at Castore with feigned curiosity. Castore glared at her. “Now, shall we go off to the laboratory? I assume Aurum told you to come get me.”

             “Stop pretending to be human. It doesn’t suit you.” Castore said, turning away from Iridesca. “I volunteered to come get you. Aurum’s working on the heart you asked for.”

             Castore refused to acknowledge Iridesca for the rest of the way back, darting so that Iridesca had to twist and run to actually keep up with her. The path was forested and the feel of magic in the area was strong and deep. Iridesca had to fix her glamours by the time they reached the laboratory, but Castore just glanced at her and laughed.

             “Don’t bother. No one here is human and the wards will just unravel your glamours anyway.” Castore opened the door and swept in without waiting for Iridesca’s response. True to her word, as soon as Iridesca stepped through the door, the glamours on her faded, unravelling her elaborate braids and her elaborate gown.

             “I don’t recall the wards doing this when I was last here.” Iridesca said, following Castore into the kitchen.

             “So it turns out that not visiting unless you need something from Aurum has its effects.” Castore remarked, pulling a knife out from a drawer and cleaning it.

             “Wasn’t Aurum living with the witch or something?” Iridesca asked, giving up on her glamours and sitting at the table.

             “Hex is out. Which again, you would know if you visited or you know, so much as wrote to Aurum.” Castore tossed the knife back, letting it fly past Iridesca and embed itself into the wall.

             “I’m in the human court, you know that. I have-“

           “Yeah, yeah you have important things that need to be done and important machinations and manipulations and whatnot.” Castore waved off Iridesca’s irritation. “You’re so busy killing faerie and sanctioning magical being’s deaths that you don’t have time to write, yeah I understand that.”

             “Do not speak of things you do not understand.”

           “Oh, you don’t think I understand?” Castore changed her eyes again, turning the whites into the green of the forest and turning one iris pure silver. “I walk the Pathways every day and I hear about you, sister. It’s not like no one knows who you are, dear Iridesca. Beings talk, you know. And even if they didn’t, you’re not subtle at all.”

             Castore leaned in, letting her body become lean and faerie-like. “I know exactly why you want that heart and I’m telling you now that you do not deserve it.”

             “And what do you know, kyosira votschi?” Iridesca slipped into the old dialect by accident as her eyes changed to slits. “You were taken in when you were too young to understand and you never grew up in the faerie world. You don’t understand how the only power is the one that you own, no? You don’t understand how it’s kill or be killed? I control the courts of the humans now. You don’t understand, so do not deign to tell me what I should or should not be doing.”

             “One day, you will regret this, Iridesca-” Castore begins, only to be cut off by Aurum coming in.

             “Oh, Des! I didn’t hear you come in but I’m done with the heart you asked for.” Aurum’s labcoat still bore the stains from her work. The heart itself was in her hands and her hair was a mess.

             The heart was beautiful, covered in silver and gold enchantments to keep it beating and to sustain whoever needed it. It was roughly the size of a human’s closed fist, and it glowed.

             “You mentioned in the letter that you needed something that would save someone on the brink of death, reso? I couldn’t use necromancy per se because that requires access to the actual body but I did the next best thing.”

             “Aurum-“ Castore began, looking between Iridesca and Aurum. In this light, their similarities were clear. With Iridesca’s glamours removed, the fact that they were twins was obvious, what with their face shape, their tendencies, their fingers. Even the way that they began their magic was similar, Castore thought, as Iridesca took the heart and wrapped it softly in her own weaves.

             “Castore, kyosira, would you mind helping me with dinner? Hex should be coming back soon and I just realised we still don’t have anything to eat today. Des, would you care to stay? We can catch up.” Aurum’s eyes were smiling, shining their normal soft gold. Her skin was still gleaming from her metalwork. “We haven’t talked in so long.”

             Castore very carefully did not laugh at that.

             “I didn’t realise that you had a ward for removing glamours now.” Iridesca responded. “It’s a bit impolite if you have faerie, isn’t it, kosi?”

             Aurum shrugged. “Hecate figured out how to do it. Since so much of our work relies on the exact nature of magic, stripping off extraneous magic that isn’t absolutely necessary is just good practice.”

             “I’m afraid I must decline then. I should get back to the palace soon.” Iridesca said, gripping the heart and walking out the door. “I assume you coded and wove it the way you normally do.”

             The door closed behind Iridesca. Aurum turned to her younger sister, expression quietly, bitterly sad. “It’s okay. Iridesca has always loved power and been vicious about getting it. It’s how we survived our childhood, so I can’t really blame her.”

             Castore did not say anything but began looking for food.

113 words, The Stenotypist & the Dragonslayer

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Long time no see. Here’s a last minute mini entry! :D

Vits did not fall in love easily.

Least of all with a dragonslayer. What an idea. Even taking one of these self-important assholes home for a night was more than he had expected.

But now, as he downed his morning coffee, he found his thoughts, obnoxiously, gravitating back towards the dragonslayer, again and again. The red flower he had brought Vits on their latest date seemed to smile up at him from where it leaned in its water glass. Vits didn’t even possess a vase - he wasn’t often mistaken for the flowery type. He didn’t know what kind of flower it was, either, other than not a rose.

Thankfully.

For @flashfictionfridayofficial ​

I had a dream last night, and I really almost feel like I could make it work for something, and this is part of it, in a very loose and unfinished sense, but not quite revealing all of what was in the dream, including a bit where they were ordering something special, that they even had a name for, but I don’t know what it was!

Anyway, just over 100 words, and I wish I could expect to review that dream again, but I just don’t know, and I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to write it.  

Mountain crags. Peaks above and the smell of real rain. The dirt road stretched in front of him. He blinked in the sunlight, silently confirming the stile over the fence was his off point. Yes, buzzed through his bones.

Dirt road. Blue sky. And the rain settling the dust. Petrichor. The word wafted through his brain, as his implant suggested it. He heaved himself over the fence, boots hitting the dirt. That wasn’t how to use a stile. Right, sorry, proper purpose use.

Much farther up the mountains, he stood in the trees, smelling pine and the sun shining down on him.

The directions had stopped.

I’ve had to babysit every Friday for weeks now and have not gotten around to past prompts, but as soon as I saw this I knew what I wanted to write! So here is a short piece - only 218 words - for this FFF. @flashfictionfridayofficial​

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All Faye could hear was Pietra’s screaming.

She held Ria tightly in her arms, listening through the walls. She’d tried to cover the younger girl’s ears, but she insisted on listening. Both of them listened, to the wailing, the sobbing, the screaming of “Come back! Bring her back!” and the occasional “Viella...!” 

They both felt too guilty for not being able to do anything to just block it out like that.

Helia was tending to Pietra now. She had helped Faye drag Pietra away from the facility, away from the door she so desperately tried to pry open with her bare hands as if what lay beyond would grant her any form of relief from her suffering. None of them had come out unscathed, Pietra’s own bloodied hands tearing at their arms and demanding they release her. 

Would it have been a mercy to leave her there and let her follow?

Ria had tried to help, tried to use her song to make her sleep, only for Helia to insist, “Don’t... She will not hear it. It will only hurt her worse.” 

But Faye wasn’t sure if that was true. 

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It's my first participation so I hope I did it right!

Word count: 763

Don't take my heart

Matt has been absentmindedly playing with his fork for at least five minutes, saying nothing. The restaurant was quiet tonight. There was only a few couples dining together and a group of friends celebrating something on the other side of the room. Even the waiters made no sound as they walk endlessly between the tables.  

His boyfriend, Gail, was quiet too, as he was still in a middle of his dish. Tired, said the dark patches under his eyes. Matt was too: they have spend a week together, for the summer holidays. A wonderful, sunny, blissful week with just the two of them, a pool and the dream-like landscape full of sheeps, trees and wheat fields. They spend their night walking on the grass, hand in hand, or stargazing. Who cares about sleep when you have so much to see, so much to do and so little time?

But everything has to end.

This single thought brought Matt back to the table. He knew this was in Gail's mind too: this was their last dinner together for a very very long time. Tomorrow Matt would drive him to the airport, with a ticket for the other side of the country in Gail's suitcase, and they would have to say goodbye. The last time they did so, they didn't met face to face for 6 months. Matt fought back the tears. Don't think about tomorrow. Focus on tonight.

His boyfriend has looked up from his unfinished plate with slightly worrying eyes: he had finally noticed the heavy silence. No, Matt couldn't spoil this last evening, he had to cheer up. He smiled, as sincere and reassuring of a smile as he could. Gail smiled back. The night was saved. He poured the end of the bottle in both of their glass, toasted "the best holidays ever", and immediately asked for another bottle of wine. "To us" Gail said, with this charming look Matt couldn't help but fall in love with again and again. He lifted his glass, and with it, lifted all his worries of his head, "Cheers".

The night went on, filled with more wine, dessert, a walk under the soft August stars and a passionate night in each other's arms.

The rising sun eventually brought the day of Gail's departure. They finished packing their suitcases and loaded the car. As the airport drew nearer and nearer Matt's dreads came back in: when would they see each other again? Would they one day have a more conventional relationship? Would it happened before one of them grew tired of this situation? It took all his energy to escape those thoughts and focus on Gail's disastrous singing along Bohemian Rhapsody on the radio. "If I'm not back again this time tomorrow carry on carry on just as if nothing really matter".

 And as always, every time they had to wait in the airport, every time they had to go separate ways, Matt felt himself overwhelmed  with this aching pain. This sensation that his heart was pulled out of his chest a little more with every step Gail took away from him. And as always he wished he could cling to the love of his life and cry and scream out what he felt so hard.

"Don't take my heart. Don't leave me. Or if you leave, take all of me with you."

But he said nothing. As always.

And he watched the plane take off, taking his heart away. God knows for how long.

Been a hot minute since I joined FFF lol

@flashfictionfridayofficial Here’s my writing for this Friday! Written for my wip Feb 14th!

Word count: 475