#queenoflight

Such a cute Valentine's Day story 💞 ❤️ Read the full story

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three of my favorite signs, nice!! and it’s my pleasure <3

things may have been rougher than usual lately, but better and brighter things are coming your way. don’t let your pain overcome you, don’t let it keep you from hoping, and don’t let it stop you from doing what needs to be done. look forward to the better times coming, let the knowledge that they’re coming fill you with hope and energy. welcome change into your life, and keep an eye out for unresolved situations; the solution to them is on it’s way.

I hate mornings. 

“Aurora, would you get up already?!” 

I repeat. I fucking hate mornings. 

“Damn it, Persephone I’m coming!”I rolled over and shoved my face in the mattress and covered my head with a pillow to muffle the sounds of everyone else in the house preparing for the day. I just wanted to finish my dream, or at least drift off into a new one. I was holding out on false hope of that ever happening because a few seconds later I heard the delicate creaks of Persephone’s footsteps on the stairs leading up to my quarters. 

“Aurora, if you don’t get out of that bed, I swear i’ll kick your ass”,Persephone’s voice was soft and childlike, an empty threat. She walked over and pulled the pillow off my head and began to lace her long delicate fingers through my hair in an attempt to undo the mess that sleep had made. She knows that playing with my hair is the fastest way to put me out, yet she continued, “How can the Light Preeminent be so fond of sleep?” 

“That’s a good question, Why don’t you let me get back to it and maybe the answer will come to me in my dreams.” I rolled over to face her knowing that begging for sleep would get me nowhere. Today is the first day of Jupiter’s Zenith. A festival that calls all the celestial guardians known as Preeminents together to celebrate and awaken Lucetius, the light bringer. Which is why our cozy little home is chock full of these stuffy old celestial baby sitters. Morning people, every last one of them and I have a rule; Don’t trust anyone who willingly rises before the sun does.  

“Aurora, its time to get up, We have a lot to do before the festival begins,” Persephone’s hand stroked the hair she had magically managed to untangle. The mass of golden locks was now flush to my back and as smooth as if i’d just spent hours brushing it. She was such a tender creature. How could someone so soft and genteel be the Keeper of such a tactless and unrefined Preeminent like me. 

“Alright, fine, I’m coming, are all of those hags done hogging the lavatory? I better not find their grey hairs clogging my drain.” At 216 years I’m the youngest Preeminent, next to me is the Aria Preeminent, a spring chicken, at the ripe age of 1009. 

“Aurora, why must you always be so sour in the mornings?” Persephone’s tone was castigative. I rolled over to look at her and burst into fits of laughter. Her features were contorted; her delicate brow furrowed and her rosy lips forced into a frown. She was attempting to reprimand me for my rudeness but there was nothing intimidating about her. Her round face was framed by silken locks, the color of fallen snow. Her eyes were hooded, their lilic irises fringed by lashes that curled up to kiss her lids. And as if to put the icing on the proverbial innocence cake, her nose and cheeks were dusted with faint little freckles. I sat up in bed to stretch and as I raised my arms above my head I exhaled with a long sigh. This week was going to be exhausting. I rubbed eyes and looked at Persephone, Her eyes were soft and a smile was spreading across her face. She leaned forward and rested her forehead on mine as she gathered my hands in hers. “Just what am I supposed to do with you?” she asked softly.

“Feed me tacos and play with my hair.”I retorted as if that was the only reasonable response to such a question.  She snorted and then stood to walk to the door.  

“Alright, up up! Its time for you to hop in the shower and scrub yesterday’s makeup off your face, you look like the lead singer of a 90′s grunge band. I’ll have some tea for you downstairs when you’re done.” I stuck my tongue out at her as I walked to the washroom. She was right, My reflection was horrid. Eyeliner and mascara smudged around my eyes like a raccoon. 

I looked like Avril Lavigne. Great. 

The water was scalding, just what I needed to forget about my house being packed full of all the Preeminents and their Keepers. I can’t believe that it’s already time for the Zenith. I closed my eyes and lathered my scalp. Lucetius is such a royal pain in my ass. Ugh, just thinking about it pisses me off. I rinsed the soap out of my hair and shut off the water with a death grip on the knob. As I stepped out of the shower, the steam billowed out around my feet making me look as ominous as I felt. I wiped the steam from the mirror and stared at my reflection. Emerald eyes and golden hair. I felt so boring, so vanilla. Persephone’s beauty was unique and unrivaled. How could I possibly be the Light Preeminent and she my Keeper? I shook my head as if that would magically clear my mind. As I ran a brush through my hair I heard a soft little knocking at the door. As I opened it a very happy cat darted inside and started figure eight-ing my ankles. 

“Well good morning to you too, Mochi” He jumped up on the counter and started to head butt my arm, his way of prompting me to pick him up. He is a beautiful seal point rag doll and his eyes are as blue and the Caribbean sea. As I lifted him off the counter he wrapped he fluffy tail around my arm and began to swat me in the face with it.  I scratched his ears and kissed him on the nose before returning him to the floor.

“are you ready for Breakfast Mochi?” I walked over to his bowl and poured some food. He jogged over to the bowl, the bell on his collar heralding his movements. I watched him reach his paw in the bowl and pull food unto the floor before eating. He is such a strange creature. 

“brummbgrroowl.” I put a hand to my stomach, I guess I was ready for breakfast too. I stepped into some sweats and pulled on a sports bra and headed down stairs to raid the kitchen for whatever food those old biddies hadn’t already scarfed down. Thankfully the kitchen wasn’t brimming with people when I got there. It was just Persephone out on the kitchen terrace and Dango, our white Persian in her lap. I went to the freezer and grabbed a tub of Ben and Jerry’s and a spoon before joining her. 

“I made tea, and you’re binging on Chunky Monkey by the spoonful” Her tone was disapproving but as she spoke she reached for the spoon and took a big ol’ bite. We passed the carton back and  forth until the spoon scraped the bottom.