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α΄α΄ (Parson belongs to @originalcharaycters / @plushiesssforcrying and Drake belongs to @anaxnee / @anaxocs β¦)
Drake couldnβt recall a day that he hadnβt heard her voiceβ
Any and every time he fell asleep, she was thereβ
Ever since his childhood, heβd been subjected to the haunting melodyβ¦
It used to make him mad, too.
Heβd absolutely hated hearing that song over and over again.
It was strangely comforting to him.
So much had changed in his life, yetβ She was still there.
It all started in the summer.
The air was thick, and it hung heavy, leaving those unfortunate enough to be outside saturated in sweat. Drake was one of those unfortunate people, the P.E coach was in a particularly enthusiastic mood.
Sometimes, Drake hoped Crowley would be gracious enough to talk to Coach Vargasβ This wasnβt exercise, it was torture, but whatever-
After the twelfth lap, as embarrassing as it was to admitβ
He wasnβt the only one, either, so itβs not like he was weak or anything!!!
He thrived on heat, but even for himβ
That day, the warmth was unbearable.
She was singing that song again, and upon second glance, she looked rather familiarβ¦
Drake sighed, running a hand through his hair.
βWhy do you always sing the same thing?β He grumbled, not really expecting an answer.
It was a dream, after allβ
Always the same as lasβ
βA good song is a good song, no matter how often someone sings it.β
Drake gaped, his eyes flying open in surprise.
He exclaimed, his tone laden with shock.
The girl rolled her eyes, and Drake studied her face for a moment, his brows furrowed.
βWhy wouldnβt I be able to speak? Obviously, Iβm capable of speech, given I singβ¦β
Drake gnawed the inside of his cheek, his eyes narrowed in thought.
βFine, then. Can I have your name, Miss Mysterious Singer?β
The girl smiled at him sweetly, and Drakeβs cheeks burnedβ
He woke to the sound of yelling.
Coach Vargas was getting told off by the castleβs maid, who didnβt appreciate the extra mess.
He stood up, glancing at the blue haired woman, and the muscular coach, before flashing a peace sign, and leavingβ
Heβd rather not get in the middle of that β
The next class was fortunately, far less taxingβ It was just History, with Professor Trein.
He could probably nap, actuallyβ
Treinβs class wasnβt hard.
βShouldnβt you be studying right now?β
The girl asked, and Drake was thrown off by the question.
βShouldnβt you be singing right now? You know, instead of asking me about school n stuffββ
The girlβs cheeks went crimson and before he knew it, one of his cheekβs matchedβ
Maybe, he deserved that, but before he could decide if he did or notβ
He was woken by a loud meow, and it was with much irritation, that he met the gaze of Lucius, the professorβs familiar.
βMr. Redhood. Would you care to answer question three?β
Drake stared at the Professor blankly, before frantically rushing to open his bookβ
The professor sighed, his features twisted in exasperation.
βIf you are feeling unwell, then I suggest you go see the Nurse. I did hear about the disaster that was P.E today. I would also recommend you icing that cheek of yours.β
Drake nodded, his expression falling in confusionβ
Wait!! That would mean !!!
βThank you, professor.β
Professor Trein nodded, waving Drake off in a clear dismissal.
Drake fought back his grin, allowing it to slip on his face, only after he was out of the classroom.
The Nurse let him lay down, which was just perfectβ
βYouβre real!!!β He shouted, pointing at the girl.
She raised a brow, her expression unimpressed.
βCongratulations. Your deductive abilities are astounding.β
He frowned, crossing his arms in irritation. βOh, come on!!! Donβt be like that!!! Iβve thought you were a figment of my imagination for years!!β
The girl snorted, rolling her eyes, as she gave him a glare without any real heat behind itβ
βYes, wellβ You only just bothered to speak to me, so thatβs kind of on you. Not only that, but the first thing you did was question my taste in music. Forgive me, if Iβm not exactly thrilled.β
He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, offering her an apologetic smile, as that was all trueβ
βSorry, yeah? When you phrase it like thatβ¦ I sound kinda like a jerk.β
To his surprise, she shook her head, a small smile forming on her face. βNot a jerk, noβ Just an idiot.β
βI think Iβd rather be mean than stupid.β
βNot everyone gets what they want in life.β
He frowned, his expression falling someβ
βYeahβ¦ Youβre right.β
The girl looked up at him, after that, her expression softening some.
The nurse woke him up, telling him that classes for the day were over, and he frowned.
That was a bit disappointingβ¦
He was sure, he was about to get an apology or something like that!!!
It was with great disappointment that he returned to Diasmoniaβs dormitory. He entered his room, and flopped onto the bed, hoping that heβd fall asleepβ
Heβd probably slept too much throughout the day or something.
He opted to pass the time scrolling through Magicamβ
Huh..? He got a follower?
He clicked follow back, and his expression fellβ
This account is private: request to follow ?
He pressed βyesβ , his interest piquedβ
βWelcome back, Snoozles.β
Drakeβs eyes narrowed at the nickname, and he brought a hand to his chest in mock offence.
βSnoozles?! Man, what did I do to deserve this?!β
Her lips twitched and his heart soared at the shift in her expression.
Sheβd almost smiled !!!
βHmm, letβs think. Ah, yes. Miss Mysterious Singerβ¦β
Drake rolled his eyes, gesturing to her teasingly. βWell you refused to tell me your name, soooβ!
Her eyes widened, and she averted her gaze, her cheeks tinged pink.
βOh, I didβ¦ Alright, fine. My name isββ
Drake swore when he was woken up, earning a surprised chortle from Lilia.
βUfufu? Good dream, I take it? You wouldnβt wake for anything..β
Drakeβs cheeks warmed at Liliaβs jest, and he shrugged in response.
βUmβ¦ Kind of, yeah.β
His phone buzzed from its spot on his bed, and manβ
He wished he could just melt into the floor!!!
This was awkward as hellβ¦
Lilia chuckled, shaking his head in amusement.
βAh, to be young again. Get ready, it wonβt be good if youβre late, andβ¦ I have a feeling you may want to check your phone.β
Lilia gave him a knowing smile, before leaving the dormβ
Drake stared after him for a moment in confusion, before sighing, and glancing at his phoneβ
Parson has accepted your request.
[βοΈ One new message !!!]
Parson: Hey, Snoozles. It looks like our conversation got cut shortβ You go to NRC, right? Meet me at the field for flying lessons. BEFORE CLASS.
Drake reread the text, suddenly feeling very awake. He hurried to get ready, leaving the dorms in a rush to get to the field in timeβ
There was no way heβd be late.