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[elfboyeros]

Cerise, Miel, and Trickster

I adore Indigo and Calvin's babes, enjoy Bridgehid Masterlist @jj-pines @lerenee

There aren’t a lot of redheads working in the infirmary, it just sorts of happened that way, yet there is one notable redhead who works in the medical center, not only has a part of her education track but also under the guidance of her father the man heading the operations in the sanatorium.

They called her Aurora.

“Sweet Aurora~”

“Why am I not surprised,” Aurora sighed, entering the small hospital room where a young man with a dark complexation sat on the exam bed, holding his arm as his pink hair fell into his eyes almost covering his clay-colored iris, the oldest Bookstone-Corals child knew he was smirking under his face cover, “What is it today, Florian?”

He sighed, “See, I’ve gone and broken my arm just to see you.”

Aurora hummed sitting in one of the little chairs, to sit in front of him, “What is the real reason you broke your arm?” She asked rolling up his long sleeve and putting her healing hands to work.

“I was helping Mr. Casper in the greenhouse,” He began, “I slipped off A ladder.”

“One of the step stools,” she questioned coyly.

“No, I was picking apples off one of the trees.”

“At least you were trying to be helpful,” Aurora remarked.

Florian chuckled, “You look cute today,” he muttered.

“I look how I do every day,” Aurora replied.

“It means you look cute every day.”

Aurora shook her head before looking up at him, “Will you let me work in peace?”

Florian smiled, “I can’t help that my nurse is beautiful and just happens to be my girlfriend.”

“Florian,” Aurora sighed with a smile.

“Aurora~” Florian sighed.

The redhead shook her head again before she removed her hands from his arm, “I’m going to go get you an arm sling, you’ll have to wear it for a couple of weeks,” she informed, “Can you behave yourself while I’m gone?”

The young man sighed dramatically, “If I must.”

Aurora exited the exam room retrieving the arm sling, “Aurora.”

She looked over her shoulder seeing Maverick, “Yeah?”

“Your dad wants you to check on Finnegan before your shift ends today.”

“Why can’t he do it?” Aurora sighed, “He’s the one that told him to float in the pools anyway.”

Maverick shrugged, “I can do—”

“No, it’s fine,” Aurora replied, before taking the arm sling to her boyfriend, “I’ll check on him.”

Down in the healing pools that turquoise-hair boy that looks too much like his mother floats in one of the large healing pools per his father’s instructions. He can hear footsteps enter the room as he floats in the water.

“You alive Finn?” Aurora asked standing at the water’s edge.

“I’m not face down, am I?” He retorted.

“Clearly not,” she replied.

“Why are you here?”

“Pere told me to check on you,” she answered.

Finnegan sighed, “I’m fine, I just had the shit kicked out me, nothing to worry about.” Very much his mother’s son getting in trouble because of his temper.

“You shouldn’t have challenged a guy twice your size,” Aurore remarked.

He scoffed before standing in the pool, “He should have never put his hands on my sister,” He stated firmly, his deep ocean-blue eyes staring into Aurora’s soul.

She sighed, this aforementioned guy twice Finnegan’s size was very upset when Aurora informed him that she was in a relationship and made an attempt to get physical. The eldest Bookstone-Corals child hadn’t even told her parents only her sibling.

“Just get out of the pool so we can go home,” Aurora huffed.

“You don’t have to walk me home, I’m fine!” he muttered climbing up the steps of the large pool, “Go get Florian and have him walk you home.”

Aurora narrowed her eyes at her little brother, “Just dry off and come on!”

“Alright,” Finnegan huffed.

The brother and sister duo emerged from the healing pools linking up with Florian as he sighed in the infirmary waiting for his girlfriend like a gentleman. The three scholars headed toward this main campus exit before a few mage professors ran by as they ran from the magical wing of the college to the alchemy wing.

“Ms. Nozadze, what’s wrong?!” Florian asked.

“Alex is fighting Hughard,” Georgia huffed before running down the hall following her colleagues.

Finnegan and Aurora sighed, “You gotta be kidding me.”

In one of the training yards, there was a regular guy pinned in the dirt with a petite individual on top of him, keeping him in the dirt using plant magic and shoving dirt in his face. They look very much like their father, with their pink eyes and black hair.

“You try to assault my sister after she rejects, then you beat the shit out of my brother after you lose the duel you agreed to!” Alexandria yelled, “How does it feel Hugh, huh!”

Georgia attempted to use magic to separate the two, but Alexandria is their mother’s child.

“I’m going to get help!” Georgia squeaked before running off.

Aurora attempted to pull their sibling off the large senior in the ground, but it was no use, she wasn’t strong enough, although it didn’t stop her from trying.

“Alex, fucking stop,” Finnegan huffed, finally trying to help his sister pull them off of Hughard. “NO! HE DESERVES IT!”

“Violence isn’t the answer to this, Alexandria!” Aurora panted.

“VIOLENCE IS THE ANSWER WHEN THIS DUDE IS A SERIAL ASSAULTER!”

“I only tried to punch Aurora,” Hughard squealed.

“THAT’S STILL ASSAULT!” Alexandria and Finnegan yelled. For a millisecond, Finnegan thought about letting his twin go and let them continue to beat this asshole.

“Goddess, dude, you are dumb as fuck,” Florian muttered, watching from the sidelines as Aurora and Finnegan still struggled to get Alexandria off Hughard for a good few minutes.

“ALEXANDRIA FLETCHER BOOKSTONE-CORALS!”

Alexandria froze looking towards the entrance from the training yard seeing her father staring daggers at them with his arms firmly crossed in front of his chest as their mother stood beside him looking at him shocked, yet with a smirk across her lips. Their sudden freeze caused Finnegan to stubble back and Aurora to fall back into the dirt, but of course, Florian, even with a broken arm, came to her rescue.

“What the hell do you think you are doing?” Calvin asked in a huff.

“Daddy, he tried to hit Aurora, and then when Finnegan won their duel, he beat him up! He’s harassed every girl on campus!” Alexandria explained getting off Hughard, “It’s only right that he eats dirt!”

“Cerise, what happened?” Indigo asked.

“Hughard asked me to go out for coffee, I declined polity, and he then got upset by my rejection and attempted to punch me.” Aurora answered, “Finnegan then challenged him to a bit of sparing as an act of revenge and got hurt in the process."

Indigo looked to her son, "Meil, is this true?"

He nodded, "I’m assuming Alexandria did the same thing I did after I went to the infirmary," Finnegan added.

“And it looks like they won,” Florian joked, earning a high five from Finnegan.

“Hughard Moltant?” Indigo said approaching the young man as he still was trapped in the dirt.

“Yes, Mrs. Bookstone,” He replied shakily.

“I have gotten many complaints about you and your flirting nature,” she sighed, reversing her child’s magic, “If I get one more complaint about you or hear that you have put hands on around female student, I will expel you, understand?”

Hughard nodded rapidly before running off.

“Alexandria, you are grounded,” Calvin sighed.

“Daddy!” They groaned, “Mom!”

Indigo nodded in agreement with her husband.

“You don’t solve your problems with violence, we raised you better than that!” Calvin added.

“But—”

“One week!” Calvin stated, “No magic lessons, no observing me in the forge of Elias’ dressmaking, no watching Nemo and Rowan training, and none of  Sloan’s weekend seminars, do you understand me?”

“Dadd—”

“Do you understand me!”

Alexandria and Calvin stared at one another for a moment, before they huffed out a small “fine.”

Calvin nodded, “Alright then, let’s go home,” he replied with a smile before Aurora, Florian, and Finnegan followed him.

Indigo wrapped an arm around her child’s waist as they both followed behind everyone, her heels giving her enough height to rest her cheek against the top of Alexandria’s head, “Good job Trickster,” Indigo muttered.

“Thanks, mommy.”

#Bridgehid #aurora #alexandria #finnegan #florian #florian x aurora #coralstone #indigo #calvin #coralstone babes #writing #writers on tumblr #indigo x calvin

[karaboutmyart]

We requesting stuff, sweet, I gotta ask for your favorite Bridgehid baby, bitch, or old rat man. 💟

Stay safe during the storms btw 🫡

i think we all know who my favorite old slut rat man is :3

#my art #digital art #request #elfboyeros #bridgehid #bridgehid secrets #neon #neon the necromancer

[lerenee]

Leneree, Leneree, what were your favorite scenes in Bridgehid Secrets?!?!

Hey! Favorite scenes! I love the whole thing so it was hard to chose but here’s a top 3.

1. Elias trying to stop Rowan from going to find Duke:

We all knew that he couldn’t stop them but he had to try. It was sweet and sort of sad.

2. The hospital bed confession scene:

The moment where they finally confessed! It was what we all were waiting for (besides the big battle, Rowan & Indigo vs Duke).

3. The Final scene:

It was hard to pick which scenes should be in the top three, but ultimately this one had to be in top.

Indigo and Rowan were in the cemetery growing the Marigolds. They finally had their conversation about everything that happened, and Rowan talked/thought about their future.

This scene was perfect.

There you go! My top three! Thanks for the ask, Cupid.

#bridgehid #bridgehid secrets #elfboyeros

[jj-pines]

Jamie, Jamie, what were you favorite scenes in Bridgehid Secrets?!?!

Every time there was hand holding!! It would always happen in such a comforting wayyyyy. And when Rowan recovered their memories and could see their parents again. And and the end when they all went shopping together 🥺💕💕💕💕💕

#Bridgehid Secrets #not my oc #jj talks

[elfboyeros]

Pride

I spent to long staring at this image while I did it and thought to long about Neon and Indigo holding a conversation, so here we go! @karaboutmyart @jj-pines @lerenee

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.”

“I’ll kill him if it does," Indigo giggled.

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[elfboyeros]

Down Tower

Bridgehid Masterlist [Start from the Beginning?]

@jj-pines @karaboutmyart @lerenee

All Rowan could do was sulk, leaning against Elias while sitting in the little infirmary room that Georgia had been placed in after the “memory ritual,” Elias and Rowan sat on the window seat, and Maverick and Nemo sat in chairs by Georgia’s bed.

“So, the normal protocol is for me to call your parents and inform them that you have been admitted to the infirmary,” Calvin informed, entering the small room with Indigo right behind him. His words made Georgia give in a look as if to silently ask please don’t call them. “But because it is late as well as the circumstances. I won’t.”

“Thank you, Mr. Corals,” Georgia sighed, “How long do I have to stay?”

“Just for tonight,” he answered, “You’ve just used a lot of power, which means you drain a lot of your own energy. You may not feel it now, but you will feel it soon.”

“You did a fantastic job, Georgia,” Indigo praised, making the young seer girl smile.

“I’m going to put you on some fluids for the night,” Calvin commented, looking through her chart, “Just to be safe.”

Georgia nodded as he left the room, to continue doing his job, “What now?” Nemo asked, looking to the archmage for guidance.

“I honestly don’t know,” Indigo replied, “Rowan?”

Rowan didn’t answer, they only stared at the floor while leaning against Elias, their arms clinging around one of his arms. Indigo continued to say their name with no response, Elias finally nudged them after the third time without a response, making them look up to him with the most pitiful questioning glance.

“Rowan how are you feeling,” Indigo asked, pulling their glaze from Elias to her.

“I’m angry,” they muttered.

“Understandable,” Indigo replied.

“He memories for no reason…”

Indigo nodded, “The best course of action for you right now is to get you off of campus,” she thought out loud, “I have a feeling that once Duke finds out what we did it won’t end pretty. I talk to your professors about finals, see if you can take them from home.”

“If you think that’s best,” Rowan mumbled not happy about the situation.

“I’ll get started on that now, then,” Indigo replied, before turning her attention to Georgia, “you did a fantastic job, I’m very proud of you!”

“Thank you!” Georgia exclaimed before Indigo soon left the room.

Silence soon befelled the teens, before Rowan unlatched themself from Elias and stood from their seat, “I just going to get some water,” they remarked, as all eyes were on them, before leaving for the hallway that was attached to the main building, where the water fountains were located.

They did get themself water, although after they stood in the window-filled hallway staring at the double doors leading to the main building. Frozen in place fighting with their insides and the want to just sit with their lost memories that felt so fresh despite being so old, the other part wanting so desperately to get their revenge on Duke. They took a few steps towards those double doors.

“Rowan, please stop.”

Nimble fingers wrap around Rowan’s wrist, stopping her moments. Elias’ plead pulls at their heart, “I know what you are going to do, and please don’t,” he begged, before letting go of their wrist.

Rowan hung their head after turning around to face him, “I have to,” they croaked.

“You…” Elias breathed, as Rowan intertwined their fingers with his, “Ha… you make me worry… a lot.”

Rowan nodded, a silent way to say I know, “like I glad my hair is already white, because it would be turning white with all the worrying, I do.”

His comment made them chuckle slightly. He takes his free hand and puts it under their chin, tilting their gaze up to look at him, before resting his forehead against theirs. His insides are boiling, he is so flustered inside, the little people in his brain that control his actions have left their stations and are just screaming. Yet, here he is, throwing caution to the wind, hoping it will make them think just a little bit more.

“You know I care about you more than anyone, right?” He queried.

“I do know,” they muttered, “but I can’t just hide from him.”

Elias sighed, rubbing his thumb slowly across their knuckles while holding their hand, “If something happens to you, I’ll never forgive myself for letting you go,” Elias lamented.

“Try not to worry about it,” Rowan said almost in a whisper.

Elias exhaled, before standing up straight and releasing their hand, “Please, dear Goddess, be careful!”

“I’ll try,” Rowan replied, before leaving Elias to return to the infirmary.

“Where’s Rowan,” Nemo asked quietly as Georgia was now sleeping and Maverick was somewhere else in the infirmary busying himself with his apprentice studies.

“Going to fight Duke,” Elias sighed.

Nemo sighed, looking at the empty chair beside him before patting at the cushion and getting his twin to sit in the chair, “Shits about to get bad,” Elias huffed.

“Yeah,” Nemo sighed, “and here we are, doing nothing about it.”

The two brothers sat in silence as Rowan ran through the halls of the college using their old memories to find their way through way to Duke’s office. Faced with his office door after running through the building. Inhaling, and exhaling before barreling into his office.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” Duke mused, looking at Rowan over his shoulder as he stood in front of the large window, behind his desk, silhouetted by the moon.

“Why!?”

“Why what?” he chuckled, “Why experiment on you? Why cure you from you father’s deadly disease that would have already had you in the ground? Why test the laws of science and nature?”

There is a pause.

“No… It’s Why did I kill you mother?”

His cackling bounced off the walls and echoed in Rowan's head before he continued, “She was getting in the way! She continued to question what I was doing! She never thought that I was the one to cure you!”

“You didn’t cure, me you curse me!” Rowan shouted, feeling something bubble up inside them.

“I MADE YOU BETTER THEN YOUR FRAGILE HUMAN FORM!” He screamed, “I have given you a new chance at life, a better life, where you are healthy and strong!”

“YOU KILLED MY MOM!”

“SHE WAS IN THE WAY!”

“YOU KILLED MY MOM AND TOOK MY MEMORIES OF HER AWAY!”

Within the yelling and screaming the sensation that felt like a bowling pot of water had finally bubbled over causing them to let out a scream in agony while clinching their chest before falling to their knees.

“This is what I was hoping for in February, I was hoping I would this out of you,” Duke informed as Rowan screamed in pain.

Their body began to transform in shape, their nails becoming long and talon-like, large, demo-like, wings sprouting from the middle of their back, their pupils becoming blown out and animatic, as their whole body seemingly dripped in dark writer’s ink.

“YES!” Duke exclaimed while Rowan let out a loud, animal-like screech before charging at him sending him out his large window.

They flung Duke from his office to the entrance of the Central Tower halfway across campus. He laughed maniacally, as he entered the tower trapping Rowan’s now monstrous form outside of it. He ascended the steps to the top of the tower and could have been pummeled into the cement of the turret whilst Rowan tried to attack him when flying through the windows. His superhuman strength aided him to fend off Rowan with ease, so he could make it to the top of the tower.

“THIS! THIS IS EVERYTHING I HAVE WORKED TOWARD, FINALLY!” Duke cackled, “FINALLY! SHOW ME WHAT YOU CAN DO!”

Rowan continued to shriek, screech, and squawk at him before attacking him as he continued to chortle on top of the tower. The inhuman sound alerted those on campus and of course Indigo and everyone in the infirmary. Upon seeing Rowan was nowhere to be found, she raced out of the infirmary. She made it to one of the main campus’ back entrances, seeing the fight going on atop the Central Tower on full display. The archmage is frozen in place as Sloan and Percy join her in watching the chaos.

“What the hell is that!?” Percy gasped.

“That… That…” Indigo panted.

“What has Duke done!” Sloan catechized.

“THAT’S ROWAN!” Indigo shrieked, beginning to panic as everything unfolded in front of her.

Percy and Sloan looked at each other wide-eyed before looking back at Indigo for any kind of guidance, “What do we do? If this continues Rowan’s going to kill themself!” Sloan exclaimed.

“I-I-I don’t know,” Indigo stammered out.

“Indigo,” Percy uttered, making the mage look over at her, “what do you want us to do?”

In a moment of clarity, Indigo looks from Percy to Rowan to fight Duke in their outrageous form and then at the tower that is shaking below the clash, stones crumbling from the combat. She took a breath, actually thinking for a moment.

“Alright, that tower is coming down whether we like it or not.”

“Wonderful, I always hated that piece of Romanesque construction,” Percy jokily commented.

The turns to her long-time alchemist friend, “Sloan, gather any mage or alchemist that is still on campus, I don’t give a shit who doesn’t like each other we need everyone we have! Station throughout campus, but especially at the dorms, make sure the students are safe. No one goes out of the college,” Indigo instructed then turned to the cursed professor, “Percy go into town, get all the mages and alchemist that you can find and send them here! If they are to scared to come, keep them in town! Once that tower comes down the first thing those creatures will do head for the people, we need to make sure no one is in their path. Keep everyone inside some building… The witches have a convent in town, they can do a protection spell around town! If some of them are able send them here, we’ll need all the help we can get.”

“The witches include your family convent or not,” Percy mentioned.

Indigo paused, “Just make sure they don’t get hurt!”

“What are you going to do?” Sloan asked.

“I-I’m,” she sighed, anxiously bouncing on her toes, “I’m gonna help Rowan.”

Percy and Sloan nodded going off on their respective missions as Indigo raced back to the infirmary, “Angel eyes, what’s wrong, what’s going on,” Calvin asked as she entered the sick bay.

“It’s Rowan – They’re fighting Duke! I-I-I need to get in the forge!” She rambled, “I need the Reaper!”

His eyes went wide, she wanted him to make her the Reaper years ago just because he could, he never thought she’d need to use it, “Angel,” he cooed in a sigh, reaching for her face.

She looked with this desperate look, a pleading gaze that was asking when to not question her at this moment, even in his cognizance. A stare of pure fear, that not only makes him worried but makes him fearful.

“Leave the keys inside,” he murmured, taking hold of her hand and putting his keys in it. “It’s where it always is.”

“I have never deserved you,” she slurred.

“Shush,” Calvin whispered, rubbing his thumb across her cheek.

She leaned into the kiss, yet he didn’t allow her to, choosing to kiss her forehead, “you can kiss me when this is all over,” he mused, “Go save our kid.”

Indigo nodded, leaving the sanitorium with a heavy feeling in the middle of her chest. She hurried to the blacksmith’s forge, grabbing the large scythe that hung on the wall with all of Calvin’s epées.

The weaponry is black and enormous being triple Indigo’s size. Its curved iron blade and dark staff are endowed with onyx giving it that noir color, while also having protective properties. While it is a simple-looking piece of artillery, it was made for Indigo.

Once she made her way back outside, she was faced with the tower, where Rowan still fought Duke. Although their movements are slower, lethargic even as now Duke has started to punch back their attacks. Its structure crumbling even more than before, with some of the creatures stored in his basement coming about to cause carnage. Indigo raised her large weapon, using all of her strength and weight to slam the scythe into the earth below her feet causing the ground to quake around her in extreme fashion. The shaking made the foundation of the tower unstable, and the stone cracked into large pieces causing the whole structure to begin to crumble into the catacombs below, where Indigo raced to follow.

It is the first in this whole fight that Duke has lost his footing. Now trapped under the stone rubble of his precious tower.

“GET THE FUCK UP, WE’RE NOT DONE!” Indigo shouted, once her feet hit the limestone of the catacomb floor, the bones of a fallen soul crunching under her boots. “I KNOW YOU ARE ALIVE!”

Rowan was preoccupied with all the creatures emerging from the exposed catacombs, cannibalizing the cursed creatures, and keeping them away from Duke and Indigo. They had enough mental sanity to know that they couldn’t defeat Duke and kill him themself, but Indigo has something now that has made her more powerful.

With the stone on top of Duke now moving from his raw strength, he’s finally back on his feet, though not for too long. He is slammed into more rumble by the strength of the Reaper, the force of his body hitting the bowlders cracking them upon impact with his back. Even though Duke is down Indigo doesn’t let up, channeling lightning through the Reaper and slamming it into the ground, electrocuting Duke before he can even get up. Rowan swooped down to get a few hits and scratches before getting flung into a cluster of sandstone and being incapacitated.

“YOU HAVE ALWAYS BE A NUISANCE EVER SINCE YOU ENROLL!” Duke yelled toward Indigo.

“KILL ME THEN!” She shrieked as he charged at her.

Duke attempted to punch at the mage woman, failing as she blocked his punches with the Reaper’s large blade. She is not only attacking him with the Reaper but now using magic since he is so close to her. He does get a few punches and kicks to land, making Indigo falter ever so slightly, and after what seems like hours Indigo hits him in the right place. Now with buckled knees, Duke holds himself fatigued and defeated. His panting makes with Indigo’s as she is also tired and burning off the last of her adrenaline. The Reaper’s blade curves behind the back of his neck as his head hangs low, waiting for its last strike.

“Why are you waiting?! Kill me!” He spits out, his voice rough and croaky.

“Non… Non…” Indigo sighed, looking down at the crown of his head extending the syllables. “That would be too easy. Non, you’re living like the rest of us!”

Duke chuckled, looking up at her, still feeling the cold blade on the nape of his neck, “You’re going to lock me in a cell somewhere?!

“Oui,” she remarked, “I want you to sit with actions. I would love nothing more then to kill you here and never have to deal with you again! But I want you to rot first!”

Duke then feels something cold on the back of his skull, and the clicking of plastic and metal gun parts as it cocks behind him with the added aura of some large and menacing, “Then when I feel like I’m going to be the one to kill you,” its Sloan’s voice laced with his Jamaican accent filled with so much angry and vitriol, it a gift that he didn’t just kill the wayward dean.

“You’re going to watch the world change into something you don’t approve or recognize and when we see fit, we’re going to kill you and throw you body in the sea,” Sloan continued.

“And the best part…” Indigo mocked, getting to his down to level, “you’ll never see it coming!”

As the slowly rose, mages, alchemist, and witches in the like, make their way to the college to assess the damage. The first objective was to get the catacombs sealed as soon as possible to not have any more carnage. Luckily no one in town was killed or injured and save from a few mages and alchemists on the college campus being a few burses the public was safe. Duke was handed off to trust individuals to lock him into dungeon-like cells that were, of course on the campus.

“Careful! That’s a child!” Sloan shouted at a few alchemists handling Rowan a little roughly after hauling them out of the hole to catacombs.

Their monstrous attributes slowed disappearing and the individuals carrying them realized that it was human beings they were carrying and not one Duke’s abominations, “Take them to the infirmary,” he ordered, before helping Indigo out of the hole in the ground, “What happens now?”

“I don’t really give a shit, right now. You can handle it,” Indigo huffed out, “Je dois aller embrasser mon mari.”

She passed him dragging the Reaper behind her, dragging it and herself back to the infirmary. All of its healers clocked in and ready to work quickly attending to the unconscious Rowan. Calvin took a moment to tend to his wife, breaking away from his homeopaths to check her out, using his healing hand to heal her injuries.

“Embrasse-moi!” she demanded, as he pulled her closer to him, making her drop the Reaper at their feet.

“Les yeux d'ange, pas maintenant!” he entreated.

“I fucking alive, please for the love of Goddess, kiss me, Calvin!”

He grabbed her face and locked their lips together, like she wanted, and once he pulled away she looked at him with hooded eyes and a satisfied smirk on her face, before collapsing in his arms. 

#bridgehid #bridgehid secrets #indigo #rowan #duke #georgia #elias #elias x rowan #coralstone #calvin #nemo #maverick #sloan #percy #voilence #romance #mystery #fantasy #writing #writer #writers on tumblr #ocs #orginal character

[elfboyeros]

Sweet Spring

New @jj-pines Indigo and Calvin art drop and I can’t get over it! So, here! Also, this may be one of two depending on if I want to write smut (because I am unhinged, and I can't get over this image and I'm think things!) BUT I'm not promising anything! Here is the Bridgehid Masterlist if you want it too!

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 planets 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.

He knows she’s talking, and he can hear her beautiful velvety angel voice get he’s not retaining the grocery list she is citing off from the top of her head. No, he’s just staring at her, with a content smile across his lips.

#bridgehid #coralstone #indigo #calvin #amethea #finnian #antoinette #spiro #indigo x calvin #calvin x indigo #oneshot #drabble #not my art #elfboyeros #writing

[elfboyeros]

Healing Pools

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@jj-pines @karaboutmyart @lerenee

“Calvin said he and Indigo went to the forge.”

“Where is the forge?”

“Down that hallway it the 12th door on the left.”

“Rowan!”

They marched down the hall with their friends following a bit behind, “Rowan, are you really sure that this is a good idea?” Elias asked.

The group of teens had found their way into the college from the festival—Rowan on the hunt for Indigo to get answers on the lying and what happened in the past.

“Indigo been lying to me this whole time!” they scoffed, “I don’t care if this a good idea, I need her to tell me the truth!”

They continued to the forge, found the door, and barreled through it, making Calvin jump at his workstation. The forge looked very much like a standard blacksmith forge with barrels of scraps, and tools. And weapons, specifically epées and a large onyx scythe hanging on the walls. Indigo sat beside Calvin in his large office chair now looking at the door since teens entered. “Rowan, what’s wrong?” she asked, all crunched up in the chair.

“You… You’ve been lying to me!”

She is silent, her eyes widen, and she stands, “W-what do you mean?!”

“You know what happened to my memories!” they yelled.

“What?!”

“You kept what happened from me this whole time!”

Indigo was flustered, combing her fingers through her hair, her shaking as she looked at everyone in from of her erratically, “I’ll know is that Esma was murdered that night then, Duke—”

“DUKE HAD YOU AND YOUR MAGES TAKE AWAY MY MEMORIES OF THAT NIGHT!”

The archmage froze, “I…” she crooked.

“BUT YOU AND MAGES FUCKED UP AND LEFT ME WITH NO MEMORIES AT ALL!”

“I didn’t know—”

“BULLSHIT! YOU’VE TRYING TO MAKE UP FOR PAST SEVEN YEARS, MAKING UP ME NOT REMEMBERING MY OWN PARENTS WITH STUPID GIFTS AND THE PROMISE OF HAPPINESS,” Rowan screamed.

“I-I…”

“YOU RUIN MY LIFE! AND YOU’VE KNOWN THIS WHOLE TIME! YOU’VE LIED TO MY FACE FOR WHAT?!”

“I DIDN’T KNOW,” Indigo screamed, her hands over her heart, “THE ONLY THING I KNEW WAS ESMA WAS SHOT!”

The room is silent again, she sounds genuine, her eyes full of tears, she heaved, “I didn’t even know that when it happened! I found that out later.” She exhaled unsteadily, “Duke told Sloan and I, she had died when the creatures from the tower came out that night! Then he said you saw something, and he didn’t want you to live with the memory of it! He had the mages join him in some kind of spellcasting to lock away your memories, but I did not participate. I assumed it worked as it should have and went with what Duke said to do regarding your well-being.”

Rowan only stared, with an anger-infused scowl that made Indigo’s skin feel like it was burning, “So you just listened to this guy you’ve never trusted?!?”

“I wasn’t any position at the time to not trust him!”

“I don’t like that answer,” Rowan huffed before turning to head for the door.

They didn’t want to look at her anymore, so they left the forge with their friends following behind them, while Indigo collapsed to the floor and began to wail. The mage could be heard through the walls as they all walked away, hiding in the school’s enormous media room.

They all sat in silence as it continued to grow late into the evening until Nemo began playing the piano softly. Georgia sat next to Rowan on the floor their arms linked together with the young seer’s head on their left shoulder, Elias paced, and Maverick had left after a while to go to the infirmary Calvin needed some help.

“You can stay with me tonight if you want Rowan,” Georgia mentioned, softly, “I think I still have some of your clothes, so you don’t have to go to Indigo and Calvin’s.”

Rowan only nodded, seeing Maverick, through the large windows looking out into the hallway. He was coming back, fidgeting with his hands, before he entered, “Indigo wants to seeing you in the infirmary.”

“I don’t want to talk her,” Rowan sneered as Nemo stopped playing the piano and Elias stopped pacing.

“She said she could fix this,” he replied.

“Can we really trust her,” Nemo scoffed, “she has been lying this whole time.”

“Wait she sounded genuine,” Georgia muttered sheepishly before receiving questioning glances, “I mean, yes, she has lied and maybe she didn’t have any good reason to lie, but she not a monster!”

“She certainly acts like one,” Elias commented.

“If she can fix it, is it not worth just hearing her out,” Georgia posed.

There was a moment of thought before Rowan sighed, “Fine.”

The group of teenagers headed to the infirmary, entering the quiet sanatorium in the middle of the evening, only a few homeopaths, including Casper, doing their daily tasks, and checking on the few patients they did have. Indigo stepped out of Calvin’s office, red in the face physically disheveled, and emotionally drained.

“Rowan, I am sorry. I—”

“Just tell me how you are going to fix this,” Rowan sighed, folding their arms in front of their cheats.

Indigo cleared her throat, “right, I wish to return your memories to you.” Rowan attempted to hide their shock, but failed, “I’ve looked into a possible reverse, I believe with we use the healing pools we can use magic along with Georgia’s seeing abilities, your memories will return.”

“Do you really think I could help,” Georgia asked, “I may be able to see the past, but I can’t see Rowan’s… sorry.”

“That’s why we will do it in the healing pool with the assistance of magic,” the archmage replied, “I understand I am not the most trustworthy at the moment, but I have faith that this will work.”

The is a moment of silence, “Rowan, I want to make this right! I want to help you and make up for my past negligence! I’m on your side! I thought by keep the things that I didn’t have the answers to from you it would make things easier when I found out the answers, because I knew everything that happens, I would have the answers to all of your questions. By the Goddess I just wanted to make things right… and I allows my emotions to get in the way.”

“Alright,” Rowan croaked, “but first you tell me everything you know even if you don’t have the answers.”

Indigo nodded, taking Rowan into Calvin's office. Explaining how she found out Esma had been shot, what happened with them and the orphanage how she didn’t speak up fast enough to have Rowan in her care from the start, and how that night Calvin had also been attacked so -even though it is not an excuse- the mage was not thinking straight the night Esma died. They ended the conversation in tears, ready to mistake the past mistakes made.

When Rowan collected themself, they followed Indigo and the others down to the healing pools under the infirmary. Changing into what could be described as a 3-piece pajama set in a vintage vouge green color, in a pristine pure color bathroom. They stared at themself in the mirror, an unbelievably disheveled person staring back. They looked like a mess with wet faces, red eyes, and messy unkept braids, they forcefully took them out before leaving the small bathroom.

They entered an opulent and large indoor pool, one of four under the infirmary. The room smelled heavily of healing herbs and oils, all the walls painted in a pastel rainbow of colors from the lights in the ceiling, the water in the large pool crystal clear, seeming both shallow and deep all at once, along with beautiful soft sounds of fae bouncing and echoing of the walls.

“Maverick and Elias, two will be at their sides, Georgia you’ll be at their head, I at their feet,” Indigo informed softly.

“What about me?” Nemo asked.

“You will guard the door.”

“Do you really think…”

“I have no suspicions that Duke will make attempts to interfere, but that doesn’t mean I am right,” Indigo replied, “I ask you because I know if he comes you can handle it. You are Sloan’s apprentice after all.”

Nemo nodded, holding in any reaction to her compliment before leaving the pool room and standing attention at the door. Indigo looked to Rowan who was now at her side, an empathic glance across her brow.

“This will work,” she cooed, “I promise.”

Rowan nodded before descending the steps into the large pool. The water is warm, like a bath, smelling more of medical herbs than outside of the water. Water shifts as Elias, Maverick, Georgia, and Indigo get in behind them.

“Imagine if we were wearing socks,” Georgia commented with a giggle.

“No, dear Goddess,” Elias cringed.

The group is in shallow water as everyone gets into place, with Rowan looking to Indigo for instructions, “lay on you back and float,” the mage instructed.

Rowan nodded, following her command, soaked in the water while staring at mural painted ceiling of some ornate piece from the romantism period art, “My dad can’t float,” Georgia stated, earning glances from her friends and teachers, “sorry, I’m nervous.”

“Georgia,” Indigo pronounced, making the young girl straighten her back, “do you not from a long line of great seers.”

“I mean yeah—”

“You are the first seer in centuries to be able to see a person past rather then their future! You are more powerful than you realize, Soleil!”

Sun, it would be an odd nickname for anyone, but Georgia, “okay,” she breathed, “I’m going to do this!”

“Preferably, like now. My ears are full of water, and I hate it,” Rowan mentioned.

“Sorry, sorry,” Georgia giggled.

“Okay, Georgia, place your hands out palms up,” Indigo instructed, to which the seer followed her direction, “now repeat after me.”

Georgia nodded before Indigo began chanting some kind of incantations that the mage in training soon repeated. It wasn’t long until Indigo and Georgia’s voices began to collide in Rowan’s ears, so much so, that it became like white noise mixed with the sound of the water in the healing pool. They had closed their eyes so as not to awkwardly look at Elias and Maverick or blind themself while staring into the overhead lights. However, the world around them was no longer dark, but instead white covered in fog, longer smelling of healing herbs rather than crushed cherries and chia milk. It feels like Rowan is lying in a puddle after a large rainstorm.

“Hey, kiddo, are you going to just lay there or come and see us?” The voice is unfamiliar yet familiar at the same time, it’s kind yet husky, croaky even, sounding, a man’s voice.

Rowan raised but looked around trying to find the source, “to your left, baby,” it’s a woman's voice now, soft almost brittle with a slight Irish accent, but obviously in a caring tone, that valley of familiar yet not. They whipped their left.

Face people, a man and woman, a few paces away from them. The man is paler than the woman, but both of fair skin and pink hair, yet the man’s hair is much lighter and short, almost white in some places, while his female counterpart’s hair looks almost red and long done in a bun, low at the base of her skull. Their eyes, are both, orange shades, yet the man looks like they are the color of a marigold, while his eyes are permanently bloodshot the woman has many beauty marks across her face.

There is something in Rowan, that tell them to get up, something that tells them to go before them, yet that stay sat in a puddle of water.

“Momma?!”

Their on feet, running from their little puddle, into the arms of their parents hugging both of them for the first time in over a decade. Even if it wasn’t real, it felt like home.

“You used to be so tiny,” Jacob cooed, petting their hair as they cried into his chest, “Goddess, you look so much like me. Esma, baby, they look like me!”

“I know, Jacob, I’ve always known,” She croaked softly, placing a hand on Rowan’s cheek, trying to wipe away their tears, “but we have to focus.”

Jacob nodded, rubbing Rowan’s back, “come straighten up, baby marigold, you gotta get through this.”

“Is this because of what Indigo and Georgia are doing?” Rowan asked, hiccupping.

Esma and Jacob nodded, “We are like sprits in your subconscious, your gate openers for the journey you want to go on,” Esma explained, “you want to remember what happened that night, right?”

It became Rowan’s turn to nod. “Are you sure, kiddo?” Jacob asked, “it is all what you really want to see?”

“I want to remember everything,” they answered, “no matter how gross, horrible, or painful, I have to know! I haven’t remembered you both for the past seven years, my life started at age nine! I need to know!”

“You can’t go back once we leave,” Esma reiterated.

“I understand that, and that doesn’t change anything! My answer is yes, I have to do this!”

Esma and Jacob nodded again, “can I ask something first?” Rowan asked, “Before this is over, and I go back and never see you again.”

“Of course, baby,” Esma cooed.

“Why the marigolds?”

Jacob chuckled, “there are your mother’s birth flower.”

“and my favorite flower,” she added.

Rowan giggled, crying once again, “and the color of your father’s eyes.”

“Yes, my beautiful bloodshot eyes,” he joked.

Esma touched the necklace around Rowan’s neck, “I’m glad this made its way to you.”

“Can I have one last hug,” Rowan hiccupped.

Jacob and Esma involved them in a hug, as the scent in the air shifted from the crusted cherries and chai milk back to the healing herbs. “We will love you, Rowan.” Was the last thing they heard before the white skies and fog disappeared back to pitch-black nothingness. 

#bridgehid #bridgehid secrets #ocs #original characters #original works #casper #rowan #georgia #maverick #elias #nemo #indigo #Calvin #jacob #esma #elfboyeros #writing #writers on tumblr #Writer #Will make you cry because it made me cry when I was writing it #literal tears stained my desk top

[elfboyeros]

The Gladiolus Festival

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@lerenee @jj-pines @karaboutmyart

The gladiolus flower, also known as the "sword lily", was the national flower of Maquis Island, despite the fact it was not native to the region. Then again most of the flowers that grew on the island were not native to the region, yet they thrived and fed on the magic that was within the island's soil. No one knew for certain why the flower began to bloom in April despite - when in its native regions - it begins to bloom in late June, but many believed it to be the magic.

The Gladiolus Festival takes place every year on the first Friday in April. It was a combination of a school field day and a traditional festival that took place on the east side of the island, starting in the town and stretching to the college, specifically using its training grounds, sports field, and two track fields.

This was why starter pistols were firing blanks in the air. Sloan watched students stand to perform in a relay as Indigo silently approached him.

The two friends stood side by side at the starting line, a starter pistol sat in the alchemist's hand while the mage just stood beside him wearing sunglasses as she watched the students at the starting line.

"Cover your ears," Sloan suggested before firing a blank in the air.

The students started running around the small track to claps and cheers from the spectators.

"How are you?" the alchemist questioned.

"I'm fine, better than I was last week," Indigo replied, "How is Casper?”

The alchemist looked over at her, he could tell even behind her shades she was hardly any better. She may have been sleeping a normal amount, but she wasn’t fine. Nevertheless, attempting to get that out of her was something he wasn’t in the mood for.

“Happy to be back home," Sloan stated, "Calvin said he'd have to take it easy for a while, but that he could go back to doing the work in the infirmary whenever he wanted... Thank you."

It was a thank you that went beyond just being by his side when his husband was in a coma.

"Of course, dear," Indigo muttered as she watched one of the students slap her seer apprentice's hand to continue the relay.

"GO GEORGIA!" she cheered loudly, jumping up and clapping.

Despite hating running, Georgia enjoyed making people happy, even if it was just someone she only talked to in the classes they had together.

The seer girl used all her stamina to run across the finish, winning the relay for her team, to a waterfall of claps and cheers and a large group hug from her teammates.

The apprentice mage fell dramatically in the grass off the field right before her friends and her teacher approached.

"I feel like I'm dying," she heaved.

"I think it was very much worth it," Nemo chuckled.

"You were amazing, Georgia!" Rowan said with a smile.

"I will be honest, with the way you were talking I didn’t think you'd go for first place," Elias said, "You were fast as lightning!”

"So, I actually won and didn't get have like a foot in front of me and then collapse before the finish," Georgia panted as she glanced up at her four friends, who were looking down at her in the grass, "Like this isn't one of those like dreams where I think I won but in reality I failed miserably?”

"No, you did it, Georgia," Rowan giggled.

"Guys, I think I am dying I see the goddess!" Georgia wheezed dramatically as Indigo extended a hand to her to help her up.

"Félicitations, Georgia! Let’s get you out of the grass, so we don't have to be taken to Calvin," the archmage remarked.

"I need a gallon of water," the seer huffed, leaning on Nemo as he helped her to walk.

"Let's get two gallons, you can drink one and we can pour the other one on you!" Rowan joked.

"Oh, that'd just be a waste of water," Georgia muttered.

The small friend group went to a water station, so the mage in training could get all the water she wanted. Once she felt well enough she went to go change out of the gym clothes she was in for the relay into more casual clothes so she could hang out with her friends.

Despite it being only noon, the day already had been so full of festivities. Even with that though, there was still more fun to be had.

"Ricky! Ricky, I did it!" Georgia exclaimed as Nemo, Elias, Rowan, and herself approached the healer's tent, "First place!"

"Georgia! That's amazing!" Maverick shouted with a large smile, hugging her tightly.

"Congratulations, Georgia," Calvin remarked, before turning his attention to Indigo who wasn't far behind the gaggle of teens that approached his booth, "I'll have some free time at 12:30 if you can wait that long," he commented after looking at his watch.

"That's fine," she replied, "I planned to-"

"Corals!"

It was said in the Polish accent of the cursed science professor, who happened to be in the walkway of booth tables. She stood there, arms crossed with that permanent scowl on her face, "Let's go for a little walk."

Indigo only nodded, following the ex-alchemist to have whatever conversation she wanted.

"Are you going to come with us Maverick?" Georgia asked.

"I..." he looked at Rowan with this look of scared apprehension before looking to Calvin, "Can I?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine, go have fun," the healer replied.

Maverick nodded, taking off his healer garb before interlocking fingers with his boyfriend, leaving Rowan a little confused.

"So, Percival, what do you wish to discuss?" Indigo remarked behind her shades as she and the cursed professor walked along the outskirts of the festival.

Percy couldn���t bring herself to look at Indigo, "How are you feeling?"

"I wish you all would stop asking me that! I'm fine," Indigo scoffed.

"Mhm," Percy hummed, "I've met the fine Indigo, she's more smiley then you are."

"Oh, shut up," Indigo sighed.

"Have you told Rowan?" Percy asked, being quite crass.

"Huh?"

"They seemed different, as if something was wrong. I assumed that was because the truth was out now," Percy replied, "Especially since they were snooping in your office last week."

Indigo kept her mouth shut.

"Don’t tell me you haven't told them anything."

The mage was once again silent.

“Indigo," Percy huffed.

"If they can't remember, who am I to ruin their paradise?" Indigo replied.

The two of them stopped walking and the science professor turned to face the historian, "Indigo, they are asking about it and you are hiding things from them!"

"I know! But what would you have me do!?"

"Be honest with the child you have in your care!"

Percy was being oddly sympathetic, "For a woman that usually thinks with her heart rather than her mind, you are not thinking with either at the moment," Percy scoffed, "I would have thought you’d have made this right."

"I'm trying!"

The cursed woman stared at the French archmage, all she could see was a deep despair. A sort of empty haze, like Indigo wasn’t completely there. The look in her midnight eyes made Percy feel sick.

“Where is the woman I hate? Where is the overconfident mage who thinks that no one can touch her? Where is the woman who says my name with such a fake sweet voice that it makes me sick? …Where is the woman who challenged me to be a better person without even a single word? Why has she been replaced with a hollow shell?! She was someone who, I begrudgingly will admit, is one of the smartest people on this island. And why, why is she instead acting so damn foolish?! Tell me, Indigo!” Percy ranted at her.

Indigo is yet again left speechless.

“I don't want to care about you because you look pitiful, that’d be Sloan’s job or your parents’ job. I want to care about you because you make me feel something more than this sorrowful sickness!" Percy continued to bellow, "I don't care about a lot of people, but believe it or not I care for your ward! And seeing you do this to them is horrendous!"

“…I'm working on making it right," Indigo retorted, but honestly she just sounded miserable, "Percy, I can't say anything other than I'm working on it! I want to have the right answer to their future questions! I will make it right; I just need more time!"

Percy clicked her tongue, Indigo wasn’t one to say Percy when addressing the ex-alchemist, it's almost always Percival... Percy had allowed her that.

"We don't need to talk any further until you get everything straightened out," the cursed woman said before leaving without another word. This left Indigo there by herself in her gloom.

Back with the teens, the fun continued!

But even though they were all having a good time, there was a sort of uneasiness in the air.

Rowan was able to trace the uneasiness back to its source, Maverick.

"Hey, Elias..." the pink-haired teen said as the two of them played a dart balloon-popping game, "Is Maverick upset with me?"

"What do you mean?" the white-haired male asked.

"The way he looked at me back at the healer's tent. It looked like he was scared to be around me. All day he's been, like I don't know, afraid to look at me. But I can tell that he's looking at me! Like when we first met, he -I don't know- just kept staring at me like I was familiar, but like he hasn't said anything!"

"I mean I told him that you looked familiar, and he seemed pretty down that you couldn't remember me," Elias replied, "But he hasn't said anything about you, to me at least."

"This better not be another situation where I knew him and I can't freaking remember" Rowan huffed, throwing their last dart at the board and missing, "If it is I'm going to be pissed."

"Guys!" Georgia exclaimed a few booths ahead of them with Maverick and Nemo, "There’s a fortune teller here, you all wanna get your fortunes read?"

Elias and Rowan looked at each other and shrugged following the Georgian girl down the street.

"I thought seers didn't like fortune tellers," Nemo commented.

"No... well I don't know... maybe," Georgia replied, "But I think they're fun."

The group came upon a large circus-like tent, bright purple with a light yellow diamond patterning. Pushing past the curtain, they saw a palace of pillows in dark shades of blue, rouge, and mauve, with an Egyptian woman wearing a hijab, and many pieces of bangle jewelry, sitting in the middle of her plush place, a small tea table in front of her with tarot cards, candles, tea kettle, cups, and a -presumed- fake crystal ball off to the side.

"Welcome," she said softly, "Please sit."

The teens took seats on the pillows in a half circle in front of the table, "You five are good friends, yes?"

"Some of us," Nemo mumbled, looking around the tent.

"Right, because you can't be friends with your brother."

Nemo and Elias looked at each other then back at the fortune teller, "Oh come on, you look alike, it's not that hard to tell you two are related. I mean you have the same beauty mark, nose shape, and eye color."

Nemo clicked his tongue and Elias rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment as Maverick and Georgia snickered.

"Quit laughing," Nemo scoffed quietly, looking over at his boyfriend who was not doing a good job hiding his laughter.

"I can't help it," Maverick snorted.

"The stars are in you two’s favor," the fortune teller commented, she flipped over a few tarot cards, "Despite your past, the two of you will make amends in the near future. You two should sit down and talk about your differences."

The twins looked at her once again, they shared a look as if to say later.

“You there, the little girl," the woman said.

"Me?" Georgia questioned.

"You have a bright future," the woman mused, "You are on the right path. You have so much potential."

The fortune teller's words made Georgia smile wide, "You shine bright, if you keep up the great work, you will shine even brighter."

There was a moment of silence, the woman looked at Maverick, then to Rowan for a second, and back at Maverick, "You are holding on to a lot. You are holding a lot of it in."

Maverick swallowed, "You need to loosen your grip on whatever it is you are holding on to. It will make you feel lighter."

After speaking to Maverick, the woman's full attention was on Rowan. It made them a little uncomfortable, being stared at. It felt like the fortune teller was reaching into their soul and pulling out something Rowan didn't even know they had within them.

"I advise you to be cautious in the coming days. I sense your life will be changed: I suggest you think before you act."

Rowan stares at her wide-eyed, what the fuck is going to happen? Why do they have to be cautious, what kind of vague shit is this?

"You all are close, I can tell, I hope whatever is coming you all can overcome it together," the fortune teller remarked, “…Would you like some tea?"

The group of teens shook their heads before readying to leave.

"Thank you so much," Georgia cooed, as she headed to exit the tent with her friends.

"Well, that was not one of my best ideas," the seer girl was a little disappointed about the weird outcomes.

"We all can't have good ideas all the time," Nemo remarked, "It’s alright!"

"You okay, Rowan?” Elias asked, as the pink-haired teen stared blankly at their feet as they walked.

"Why the hell would I have to cautious?" they muttered.

"Fortune tellers are vague on propose, it probably means nothing," Nemo answered.

"And what did she mean "My life will change”? What the actual fuck?!" Rowan huffed, "It’s like Georgia's grandmother: "Something will change your being" what does all this mean?”

"Rowan, I love my grandmother, but she is a very old seer that sits in a chair listening to the tv all day. She probably just wanted to screw with you,” Georgia offered up in an attempt to reassure them.

"Or she could have been right, hell that fortune teller could have been right!" Rowan shouted.

The teens had stopped moving, turning all of their attention on Rowan.

Elias, Nemo, and Georgia looked between each other and at Rowan, feeling rather concerned, while Maverick stood silent, fidgeting, not making eye contact with anyone.

“…I mean, seriously?! Why do I always feel so weird when I go to school?! …Why the hell is it so hard to find out anything about my childhood?! Why don’t I remember my parents?! ...I don’t know how my own mom died, like fuck I should at least know or remember that. But it feels like everyone is always lying to me! … WHAT IS THIS “BIG” THING THAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN?! WHY DOES IT HAVE TO FUCK UP MY LIFE?!” Rowan ranted angrily.

“…You can't remember your childhood?" Georgia repeated in shock.

"Rowan, how long has this been bothering you?" Nemo asked worriedly.

“…Since the ball," they huffed.

"And you didn't tell us?!" Georgia probed.

"I told Elias," Rowan muttered, "I know you guys are my friends too, but you all have different kinds of stuff going on and I didn't want to bother you."

"Oh Row," Georgia sighed, going in for a hug which they returned, "We’ll always be here for you!"

"Thank you..."

Nemo looked over at Maverick, "Babe, you okay?" he asked, seeing how nervous his boyfriend was, "Maverick..."

He wanted to say it, he wanted to get it all off his chest. Tell them everything he knew. No, he had to tell them, “…Rowan," he said in a shaky tone, "Duke is the reason you don't have your memories!"

The group fell silent while Rowan gave Maverick a wide-eyed look.

“He was "testing the limits of alchemy and magic" using you as his test subject! He said he was trying to "cure" the creatures under the college and you were the perfect subject!" the white-haired teen expounded, "...The night your mom died, he had the mages hide your memories away! He said it was just to get rid of the memories of that night, but something went wrong!"

"How long have you known this, Maverick?!" Elias asked loudly, with a ball of fury lodged in his chest.

"Since it all began," he replied, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I couldn't do anything! He's my grandfather! He was going to mess with Nemo's grades, take away my apprenticeship, and disband the art club! He was going to take away the few things I love if I said what he did to you or to me!"

Maverick was basically sobbing by the time he finished speaking.

"Duke's your grandfather!?" Georgia gasped.

Maverick looked at his feet in defeat, "I'm so sorry!"

Rowan only stared at him as Nemo stood at his side, a hand on his shoulder.

They were experimented on as a child, by the weird dean of the college. More importantly, he had the mages hide their memories!

Even if taking away the memories of Rowan’s early childhood was only a mistake, that didn’t really make it any better.

"I need to find Indigo!”

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[elfboyeros]

Family Dinners

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@jj-pines @karaboutmyart @lerenee

Piano music bounced softly off the pearl walls of a distinguished home, the barriers held no sentimental value to anyone, and the off-white walls were devoid of even any art or even family photos.

A grand piano was below a stairwell, this is where Nemo was playing, while in his family home.

"Geronimo!"

He stopped playing, turning at the sound of his given name, seeing his little sister running toward him.

"Hey, Sparrow," he replied, standing up from the piano to hug her. He always enjoyed their hugs.

Sparrow, the youngest of the Hoedemarkers, was often described as her mother's mini-me.

She had the same pearl-white skin as her brother, the pinkish purple eyes of her mother, unique dual white and black hair that no one in the current family holds proudly, and she wore the symbolic pearls around her neck that marked her as a member of the family.

"Sir Geronimo."

Nemo cut his eyes toward the maid watching over his sister while he hugged Sparrow, "I see it's mother's day off once again."

"Lady Wisteria is very busy, sir."

Nemo rolled his eyes, "My mother is a drunk, she is never busy!"

"Geronimo, can we have my piano lesson today?" the young dual-haired girl asked.

He smiled down at his sister, "That's why I'm here," he answered with a small smile before sitting at the piano again, "Have you been practicing?"

Sparrow nodded as she stared at the keys before showing her older brother how much she improved since they had last had a piano lesson.

The middle-aged maid stood not too far from the little miss.

An hour or so passed with Nemo and Sparrow continuing their little piano lesson before Nemo felt someone approaching.

He looked away from his sister, to find that his mother was approaching from the foyer.

"Hello," he scoffed, "mother."

The maid bowed at the lady's presence.

Nemo only resembled her in hair color, her skin was olive colored, her eyes the same color as her youngest daughter, and her pearls hung from her earlobes.

"It is nice to see you, Geronimo," she spoke in a low tone that was very wobbly.

Nemo only let out a grunt, "Sparrow, I think we gotta cut it short today."

Sparrow stopped playing, her smile fading and her lips forming a thin line.

"When will you be back?" she asked as she stared at the piano keys.

"I don't know, Sparrow," he answered.

"Will it be soon?"

Nemo frowned as his little sister looked up at him with a discouraged look on her face, "...I'll try."

"Promise?"

"Promise," he replied sorrowfully.

Nemo stood from the piano and headed for the entrance.

"Geronimo, will you be back for dinner?" Wisteria asked as he passed by her.

"Nope, I have better things to do," he scoffed before leaving the mansion.

He went to the train station, so he could head back to the college.

Early in the morning, the college administration informed the facility and staff that the college lockdown had finally been lifted.

The students and staff were free to travel outside of campus if they happened to be stuck on campus after the attack on the school almost a week prior.

"Hey, Row, you wanna come to dinner with me?" Georgia asked as Rowan sat in her dorm on the bed that hadn't been used since Rowan was made to stay in the last week.

Rowan looked up from their cozy comfort game on their portable gaming console, "...Like in the cafeteria?" they asked.

"No, no, come to my home, have dinner with me and my family," Georgia replied.

Rowan looked at her confused, "Me? Go to a family dinner?" they asked quietly pointing at themself then pointing at her, "With you?"

"Yeah, of course," Georgia giggled, "You're one of my best friends."

Rowan's heart stopped, a best friend to the loveable Georgia, which means a lot more than Georgia will ever realize, "...I-I have to ask Indigo, but yes!"

Georgia squealed, pacing around and getting ready as Rowan waited for a response from Indigo which they didn't get.

"Huh, Indigo isn't responding," they remarked leaving Georgia's dorm.

"We could stop by the infirmary, and you could ask Calvin?" Georgia suggested.

They never really thought of that before, Indigo is "the ruler of the castle", the head of her household, and asking Calvin for permission to do something feels... wrong. As if they were a small child asking Daddy if they can do something because Mommy will get mad.

Although Rowan did agree. So they continued to follow Georgia out of the dorms, running into Nemo in the process.

"Hey, Nemo!" Georgia said cheerfully. He grunted, passing them on the path while heading for the dorms, leaving Rowan and Georgia to shrug at one another before heading for the infirmary.

On the campus, the infirmary sits close to the main building but disconnected, available for the public despite being on the college campus.

They were greeted by Maverick packing up his things, while several healers did their jobs, and Sloan could be spotted in Casper's room sleeping on the window bench.

"Hey, Ricky!" Georgia chimed.

"...Hi," he muttered.

"Is Calvin in his office?" Rowan asked.

The healer in training nodded.

"What's wrong?" the seer girl asked her friend.

"I gotta go see my parents."

"Oh no," Georgia gasped, "Do you need back up?"

"No," he said, shaking his head, "You're going to see your family, that's more important."

Georgia sighed as he passed by her and watched Rowan enter Calvin's office.

They entered while the healer was in the middle of a phone call.

"Hold on, sir – Hey kid, whatcha need?" he asked.

"Indigo isn't answering my text," Calvin sighed at their response, "I was just wondering if I could go to Georgia's for dinner."

He thought for a moment, "Sure, just text me when you get there and on your way back... and if anything concerning happens!"

Rowan nodded, "Is something wrong with Indigo?" they asked.

"You don't have to worry; she's just being her at the moment."

Rowan nodded, again, thinking back to before orientation how she shut herself away while writing her speech. That must be the "being her" that Calvin is talking about.

Rowan and Georgia left with smiles on their faces, while the healer in training they saw earlier was walking towards the dean's office.

"Marisol." a voice said.

Maverick looked up to see two women.

They were standing by Duke's office door looking toward the direction Maverick was coming from, one of the women resembled Duke, with dark hair, moss green eyes, and olive skin, while the other woman was blonde, pale, and had stone-colored eyes.

"That's not my name," he muttered.

"Right, right, sorry," the blonde woman commented apologetically, "It's nice to see you, Maverick."

The three exchanged glances.

"Come on, let's not keep him waiting," the other woman said with a melancholic tone and look on her face.

"Okay, mom."

His mothers entered the office behind him, greeted with the view of Duke standing in front of the window behind his desk.

"Imogene, Maverick. My sweet little girl, Temperance," Duke mused, extending out his arms as he walked towards his desk.

"It's nice to see you, daddy," Temperance muttered.

"Why are we here?" Maverick asked very cross.

"Can I not wish to see my family?" Duke asked, taking a seat at his desk.

"You never want to see us together," Maverick retorted.

"Maverick," Duke sighed, "Your mothers would like you to return home."

"This is it? You cryptically texted me after a disaster to tell me my moms want me to go back home?!"

"Maverick, we miss you," Imogene chirped up.

"You can't even get my name right!"

"You keep changing it," Imogene replied dismissively.

"It's been Maverick since I was 12!"

"Imogene, he is right," Temperance added, "He may have not been home where we could say it, but his name is Maverick."

"This isn't about getting me to come home," Maverik groaned frustratedly before pointing at Duke, "You want something else from me!"

"Temperance, Imogene, can you give us a moment?" Duke asked.

The two women nodded, leaving the two of them alone, "Sit down, Maverick."

Maverick sat in one of the chairs in front of Duke's desk.

Duke's voice was different without Temperance and Imogene in the room, he was more orotund and throatier, not his regular honeyed tone.

"Our plan did not work."

"Your plan didn't work," Maverick retorted, "I had no part of it."

"Oh, dear boy," Duke sighed, "You forget you opened that tower."

Maverick frowned, staring at his hands, "...You made me."

Duke chuckled, "Sure, I did."

"You threatened to mess with Nemo's grades!"

"You have to admit it was thrilling," Duke mused, "The thrill of the rush!"

"No! I feel horrible, I almost killed Casper!"

"Yet, he lives."

"He's in a coma!"

"A healing coma."

"He's still in a coma, granddad!"

Duke rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair, "Regardless, I need one more thing from you," he sighed.

"No!" Maverick shouted.

"I haven't even asked—"

"It's going to involve Rowan and I want no part of it anymore!"

Maverick stood from his chair abruptly, heading toward the door.

"Maverick!" Duke said firmly, standing once again.

"Don't worry, I'll keep your little secret, like always, but I'm not hurting my friend!"

A few miles away, fresh off the train, in the late afternoon sun, Georgia and Rowan traveled toward the seers' family home.

Passing big expensive houses hidden behind gates and greenery. Georgia pointed at one of the houses as they walked past.

"That's Elias and Nemo's house. My house isn't too far."

It was a lovely large house, pearl white, with contemporary architecture.

"Wow," Rowan muttered before a short pause, "I wonder if they ever had that family dinner."

Within that pearl-white house, Elias sat at the enormous dining room table, with his white haired and blue eyed father at the head of the table, his mother to his right, Sparrow to his left, his oldest sister in front of him, and his middle sister to her right, both of the women had white hair, blue-eyes, and the hereditary two beauty marks under their right eyes.

"Is Geronimo coming, Mom?" his middle sister asked.

"No," Wisteria muttered.

Elias looked over at his eldest sister who held a very irritated look on her face.

"He's always been a disobedient boy," his father remarked.

"Myrtle, please," Wisteria mumbled.

"He's not wrong," his middle sister commented.

"Ammonia, really?" Elias sighed.

"What?" she scoffed, "Geronimo disobeys father whenever he's home!"

"People say I'm a bitch sometimes, maybe I'm disobedient too," his oldest sister stated in a low tone.

"Come on, Dahila," Ammonia sighed, "Geronimo punches trees when he's angry!"

"That was one time, Ammonia, get over it," Dahila noted.

"..Please stop fighting," Wisteria stammered out.

"I was in that tree and his punch shook it!"

Elias rolled his eyes, as his older sisters went back and forth.

"Girls, you're making your mother upset," Myrtle grumbled, "Besides, Geronimo is nothing but a stain on the family and a blemish to this family's legacy. Now, you my boy, Elias, you will do well when you graduate!"

"Are you kidding me?" Elias yelled, slamming his silverware on the table, "What legacy?! You make bullets, Dad, and get pissed off when people don't buy them! You had children just to attempt to have a "proper heir" for your shitty family business. If you don't get what you want you forget about the children you do have, and leave them for maids to take care of! While the woman you forced to marry you drinks herself to exhaustion!"

"Elias," Dahila uttered, concerned.

"Nemo is making a life for himself! Not sitting back while you insult him like you have been doing since he was born. You named him like you named Ammonia, you named them the first thing you could think of because you couldn't be bothered to give your own children decent names," Elias screamed, as he stood from his seat, "And if there one thing I don't give two shits about, it's you and the business! You have never once asked me if I would even like to follow in your footsteps, you just assumed I would. But guess what? I won't! Guns disgust me, and being a small part in someone's death is not something I want on my soul. I want to help people, in my own way, and it will not be alongside you!"

"You've been spending too much time with Geronimo," Myrtle muttered, "You two being roommates at that college was a bad idea."

"HIS NAME IS NEMO!" Elias screamed, "I DON'T CARE THAT IT'S NOT THE YOU GAVE HIM! HIS NAME IS NEMO!"

They heard the sound of a chair scraping across the linoleum floors.

That sound was Sparrow as she got up from her chair and ran out of the dining room.

"Elias, come on. You've said enough," Dahlia noted softly.

Elias huffed, "I never should have come."

He sighed, staring at the ceiling, "I'm just going to grab my stuff and go back to campus."

Elias left the dining room soon after, heading to his room to gather his things.

Meanwhile, Rowan and Georgia had enjoyed a lovely dinner with the seer's large family.

After meeting all of Georgia's family members and helping her parents clean up dinner, Georgia ran upstairs to grab a few things and look at her younger siblings' arts and crafts.

This left Rowan to head for the front door to wait for their friend.

They looked into the living room and saw Georgia's grandmother knitting a blanket.

"It was nice to meet you, Mrs. Nozadze," Rowan spoke as they stood in the archway of the living room.

"Come here, child," the old woman beckoned.

Rowan stepped before the old woman, who had stopped her knitting and stuck out her hand.

"Take it, dear," she cooed.

They hesitantly took her hand, and her eyes opened wide, ultimately gold.

It was quite magical and bright; Rowan was filled with a warm feeling as they could only assume the older woman was using her seeing powers to look at their future.

"Something big is coming," she said, "and you are at the center."

"Huh? Me?"

"Yes, my child, you will face something big, something that will change your being for forever onward," Georgia's grandmother spoke with great confidence.

She knew what she was talking about, given her age and wisdom, "Be safe, dear, I like you," she muttered in a very elderly woman voice.

Rowan nodded as they let go of the woman's hand.

"Hey Rowan, ready to go?" Georgia called.

"Yeah."

The two of them left the large home and traveled back to the train station, running into Elias in the process.

"Hey, Elias!" Georgia cheered.

He turned around, smiling immediately once he saw Georgia and Rowan.

"You had dinner with your family, Georgia?" he asked.

"Yeah, Rowan even came with me."

"It was very nice," they added.

"I glad someone had a good day today."

"Did you go and see your parents?" Rowan asked.

Elias nodded, "I don't think I'll go back in a while."

"Well next time we can go to my house and have dinner together!" Georgia remarked cheerfully, "Our own little family dinner."

Elias and Rowan smiled at each other, "That sounds like a really good idea!"

If only it didn't feel like it may never happen.

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[elfboyeros]

Sneaking Around

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"What are the scientific theories in biology?"

"...Uhm, cell theory and gene theory?"

"You're forgetting one," Rowan remarked.

"Really?" Elias questioned.

"Starts with an H," they replied.

"Oh, oh! It's on the tip of my tongue!"

Rowan giggled, "You got it, you got it!"

"HOMEOSTASIS THEORY!"

"YEAH!"

"Alright, I'm giving you that one," they stated as they checked off the question on the study guide in front of them, "That's all the questions, you got a 23 out 30, that's better than the first exam."

"I am okay with that," Elias said proudly.

Rowan flashed him a small smile before looking back down at the study guide for Elias's most disliked class. The guide was placed on top of the biology textbook.

The two teens were sitting in one of the campus' small little green areas.

Elias noticed the shift in their mood, raising an eyebrow before he asked, "What's wrong?"

"Things are getting weird," they muttered.

"And what do you mean by that?" he pondered.

Rowan sighed, "The creatures from the tower, the whole chosen one stuff? I first thought that it was just some crazy cursed demonic, whatever the hell, speech," they rambled, "But then Georgia's grandmother said that something big is coming, and I am at the center of it. ...What the fuck does that even mean?!"

Elias nodded along.

"Ever since I got here, things have been weird! Like this has been nice and fun. I'm making friends, and I am back in school. But my parents are dead, and I know nothing about them, I don't remember them, hell I don't even recognize them!"

Rowan over-exaggeratedly flopped into Elias's lap, making his cheeks become flushed, "Something happened when I was little that I can't remember no matter how hard I try, and it makes me so angry!"

"Do you think it has anything to do with your mom's death?" Elias asked as he looked down at them.

"...Probably," they sighed.

"I know it doesn't help, but I remember her," he commented.

"You knew her?" Rowan asked, slightly shocked.

Elias made a face, "I saw her like two times, her appearance is hard to forget."

"That doesn't make me feel any better," Rowan groaned.

"Well let me make you feel worse," Elias half-joked, "We met when we were little."

Rowan groaned, before slapping their hands over their face.

"It was only once. When I was like eight... or maybe I was seven? I don't know. Anyway, we met in the courtyard on campus. We watched ants for like 15 minutes and then when you left... I never saw you again... Well until now."

The pink-haired teen groaned again, "Oh goddess..."

"Hey, it's no big deal," Elias replied with a kind smile, "We were little."

"This isn't just a case of not remembering because I was six, I don't remember because I can't remember anything from before I was 9!"

"I've heard of old mages and alchemists "locking away" people's memories. Mostly so they could commit crimes," Elias relayed, "Maybe someone locked away your memories when you were little?"

"Why would someone take away the memories of a kid?!"

Elias shrugged, thinking for a moment, "You said that you don't remember very much of whatever your life was before you were here at the college. ..Maybe someone did it because you did or saw something you weren't supposed to?"

Rowan groaned once again.

"...And maybe the college has stuff on file from that time." Elias offered.

The idea that Elias just posed made Rowan jump up, "Okay, great, that's perfect actually," there was a moment of thought, "..But how would I even get my files?"

Elias shrugged once again, "Indigo, maybe?"

"You are a genius," Rowan replied, jumping to their feet, "Let's go break into Indigo's office!"

"Goddess," Elias chuckled, getting up from the grassy hill, and following them toward the building.

They quietly made their way to Indigo's office, greeted by the door where Elias pulled out his bobby pin before he kneeled to lockpick the door.

"Dude, why?" Rowan scoffed while laughing.

"Do you have a key?" Elias replied, "...My sister taught me, just give me a second."

"Dude!," they laughed quietly before grabbing the doorknob and twisting the door open, "She doesn't lock her office. It's so Calvin can get in."

Elias sighed with a smile, getting off the floor and following Rowan into the mage's office.

That same mage was just a few doors down talking to one of her colleagues. Discussing the next day's training.

She looked exhausted, her speech was even slurred, yet it went unnoticed by the older mage.

However, when Percy walked by, she noticed.

"Corals?" she said with a questioning and slightly concerned tone in her voice.

Indigo turned around.

"Goddess, Indigo, you look like shit," Percy gasped, seeing the French woman's-tired eyes and dark circles.

"What do you need Percival?" Indigo asked.

"Have you slept recently?"

"Percival, if you don't need anything, I'm in the middle of a conversa—" Indigo began to turn around mid-sentence before beginning to fall to the floor.

Percy caught her before she hit the floor, shocked that the great Indigo Corals fainted from exhaustion in front of her.

The cursed professor picked the French woman up, biding their mage colleague well, before rushing to the infirmary.

"BOOKSTONE!"

Percy barged into the infirmary yelling Calvin's last name, causing the healers in the room to turn to attention.

"Mr. Corals is in the forge," one of the healers squeaked out.

Percy clicked her tongue, "Mr. Corals, good goddess," she sighed, "You idiots! Help her!"

The healers took Indigo from Percy, she turned to the other healers who were watching the madness unfolding in front of them, "Call him, you imbeciles!"

Back in Indigo's office, Rowan and Elias looked around, Elias sat at the mage's desk in her chair while Rowan looked through a filing cabinet.

Indigo's office was dimly lit by a few desk lamps scattered throughout the room. It was the same beige/brown color of the college.

Yet, her office felt so whimsical with bobbles, little trinkets, and other such objects that screamed Indigo and magehood.

"Indigo looks really different with her hair short," Elias remarked, looking at the framed photos from Indigo and Calvin's wedding.

"They have a whole wall of pictures in their house, it's weird how Indigo can look so different but also the same at the same time," Rowan replied, "AH-HA!"

Rowan pulled out a thick file that sat in the "R" tab of Indigo's filing cabinet.

They carried it over to the desk and sat it in front of Elias, "This is all on me," they sighed.

"Let's get to looking!"

They spent the next couple of hours looking through old documents.

The texts went from just standard transcripts that the two friends found themselves joking about and simple medical records from when Rowan was a child, to documents that became more and more censored the further the two of them looked.

Which made them both more concerned but also furthered their curiosity.

Whilst the teens were somewhere they weren't supposed to be, Indigo finally woke up.

Indigo opened her eyes and registered that she was in the infirmary.

She heard movement in the room, which sounded like Percy.

"Baiser," she sighed.

"Baiser is right."

This was probably the only time Indigo did not want to look at her husband.

The sound of the door shutting made her jump slightly before she tried to sit up.

"Easy," Calvin sighed, "You're lucky Percy was there."

Once she sat up, she finally brought herself to look at him.

He was upset, obviously, his arms firmly crossed across his chest with this look of disappointment and anger.

"I don't want to do this right now," Indigo muttered looking away from him.

"Well I do," Calvin declared with force, "So we're doing this."

Indigo rolled her eyes.

"Hey," he said sternly, his tone making her look at him, "You passed out from exhaustion, Indigo! You've been lying to me!"

"I haven't lied!"

"I asked you every day for the past three weeks, including yesterday: are you okay? Have you been sleeping? Is there anything I could help you with? What was your answer?! No, you were fine," he hollered.

"I just assumed that I was fine!"

"I don't like that answer!"

"My goddess, Calvin, I've been working! Working my ass off! I've been trying to take care of Rowan and all the shit that is happening around them, taking care of our house, my students, my new apprentice, my classes, my fucking mages. So, I got a little exhausted, no big fucking deal!"

"Indigo, you collapsed!"

"It's not the first time, Calvin," she mumbled.

"Goddess," he scoffed, rolling his eyes, "I don't want there to be any more times, Indigo!"

Indigo shook her head, "I can't make any promises," she said almost incomprehensible.

The healer-blacksmith shook his head, "..Indigo," he sighed as he saw her staring out the window avoiding his gaze, before he looked away and exhaled, "I can't watch you do this to yourself anymore."

Her eyes widened quickly as she looked back at him, "What do you mean?!"

"Angel."

It made her feel a bit better that he called her by one of his favorite nicknames instead of her actual name.

"I've told many times: I'm on your side. No matter what you want, how you want it, or how you're going to get it, I do not care, I will help you and stand beside you. I will be in your corner always," he began to explain as he approached the bed she sat in, "But, there is also a caveat to me being on your side with no questions asked, and it's that you don't do shit like this! You don't get yourself hurt on purpose, you try to keep yourself out of harm's way, and you come to me if you need help!"

Indigo didn't speak, waiting for him to continue after a pause.

"You, Mrs. Bookstone, are my only concern," he cooed, sitting at the end of her bed, "and because of that, I can't stay by your side and watch you destroy yourself. In fact, I won't allow it."

She nodded along.

"I know this stuff with Rowan is difficult and super stressful, but please take better care of yourself."

The French mage sighed, "I've hit the floor, huh? The bottom-ha-there is no falling anymore."

"Yes, but I'm here to help you up, angel," he mused.

"I'll try to be less self-destructive," Indigo stated.

"Thank you, angel eyes," he muttered, kissing her forehead, "You're going to stay here until the end of my shift, what do you need from your office?"

"...Calvin," she huffed.

"Yeah, no," he replied with a slight chuckle, knowing she wanted to leave, "What do you need?"

"My laptop, my beige bi-fold, and my phone," she listed, "The door isn't locked."

"I'll be right back."

"Thank you, grenade."

"Of course, angel eyes."

"I love you, Calvin," she called as he left.

"I love you, too," he replied, even though he was out of the room already.

Back in Indigo's office, Rowan was slumped in the office chair as Elias stood in the middle of the office with the overhead light on in an attempt to see the text beneath the black boxes on the sheet of paper in his hand with the help of the bright light.

"Elias, just stop," Rowan sighed with their head in their hands.

The long-haired teen looked over at his friend.

He saw how distraught they were over the whole situation; this was his idea and it had not gone how either of them wanted, "Rowan, I'm sorry," he sighed his arms now down at his sides, the paper he was trying to inspect clutched in his hand.

Rowan shook their head slightly, "Don't worry abo—"

The office door then opened, and Calvin was standing in the doorway.

Everyone froze in place as Calvin analyzed the room, the healer saw Elias and Rowan looking at him with wide eyes, the latter in the middle of the room, and the former in his wife's office chair, papers all over the Indigo's large desk, as well as one of her large filing cabinets drawers wide open.

Calvin cleared his throat, straightening himself up in the doorway looking upon the two teens, "You two aren't supposed to be in here... are you?"

"We are sorry, Mr. Bookstone," Elias squeaked.

Calvin cringed, "Just..." he sighed, "Stand outside, you two are coming with me after I get Indigo's things."

Rowan and Elias sheepishly nodded, waiting for Calvin to gather up what he was asked to, before taking them back to the infirmary and relaying what he had walked in on to his wife.

The two teens sat on a bench outside waiting to be reprimanded.

"She wants to talk to you, kid," Calvin remarked, making Rowan perk up before entering the hospital room.

Indigo didn't look pleased. She looked tired and irritated with her arms crossed as she sat upright in that hospital bed.

"I'm sor—"

"What exactly were you two looking for?" Indigo interrupted.

"Just stuff on me," Rowan answered.

"Why?"

Rowan sighed, they had never discussed the why with Indigo before, "I don't remember my childhood, and I wanted to find out if there was anything that could explain why."

Indigo shook her head, "Why didn't you come to me?" she asked.

They shrugged.

"So..." Indigo cleared her throat, "Did you find what you were looking for?"

They shook their head while staring at their feet.

"Mmm-hmm," Indigo hummed, "Did you find anything of interest?"

"Actually... Why are my records censored?" Rowan inquired.

Indigo paused for a millisecond, "...Because they are just copies of your records, even though I am your legal guardian, you and I are not biologically related. If I request your records, they will come to me censored."

There was something about the way that she explained it that made them not trust her account.

It made them want to push the issue, "Is there anything behind the censoring that explains why I don't recall my childhood?" Rowan asked.

There is a longer pause than the last, "...No," Indigo replied, "Like I have told you before I have no idea why you have no memories and believe me, I have searched for the answers why."

Rowan huffed, becoming increasingly irritated, "...So you don't have any theories?!"

"None that make sense," Indigo said with quite an erratic tone, "I have looked everywhere for answers for you, Rowan, I really have. It's possible that there are no answers to your questions."

The teen exhaled, leaving the room for the mage to sit in peace, whilst Rowan went back to sit with Elias, their head resting on his shoulder as they sulked.

"First time getting in trouble?" he asked.

Rowan nodded, "It's not just that... I think Indigo is right, I will never get my answers."

"What are you guys doing here?"

The duo looked up to see an ever-concerned Maverick with a clipboard pinned tightly to his chest.

"Hey, Ricky, we're..." Elias paused, debating on telling Maverick what they had done and why, "We just got in trouble with Indigo and Calvin."

"Really, why?"

"Eh-well—"

"You can tell him Elias, it's fine," Rowan groaned with their forehead against his shoulder.

"Well, we snuck into Indigo's office, because Rowan wanted to find their file to see if there was anything that could explain their amnesia," Elias explained, "We got caught after not really finding anything."

"I found out that my dad died of an illness, and that I was sick for a bit when I was five, and the rest was blacked out," Rowan moaned, "I don't think there is any documented reason why my memories are gone. It's just a mystery I will never solve."

Maverick stood in front of them wide-eyed. He had no idea that this was the reason they didn't remember him or the horrible things that had happened in the past.

Why were they so thrilled to be at the college, or open to talking to Duke, and just being in this environment? Yet, he couldn't say what he was thinking, but he so desperately wanted to.

"I-I'm sorry to hear that Rowan," he replied shakily, "I...I have to get back to work. I'll talk to you guys later."

With that the older teen walked away, leaving Elias and Rowan to sit on that bench feeling disheartened and deeply saddened. It seemed that the truth about baby Rowan just might not exist after all.

"When will I stop lying to them?" Indigo asked Calvin as he sat on the side of her bed.

"I don't know, angel, that's a choice you have to make," he answered as he brushed the hair out of her face, "What's the harm of telling them the truth about some things?"

She shrugged, "Because it will cause them to ask more questions, questions I actually don't know the answer to."

"So, you think making them ignorant will make it better?" he posed softly.

"Not ignorant. It's just to make them forget about all of that and focus on the things that will make them happy."

"What if knowing even the slightest bit will make them happy?"

The French woman gave him a look.

"All alright, angel, I'll stop," he cooed, "I'm going to check on Casper."

She only nodded, still sulking from her previous conversation with her ward.

She could see Elias and Rowan sitting on the bench outside her room through the glass wall that held the door. Both of them with their backs to her. She had never lied so much in her life, it was eating her alive.

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[elfboyeros]

This post is for @lerenee and no one else 😁

Ninjago meeting Bridgehid

*Arin and Georgia gushing about their teachers*

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Arin: my parents got lost in the merge.

Rowan: my parents are dead

Arin: like you think...

Rowan: no like in the ground, my mom was murder.

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Kai: Hey Cole, that one guy (Calvin) looks a lot like you...

Cole: I mean kind of

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*Percy cackling after seeing how much Calvin and Cole look alike knowing Indigo is going to be pissed*

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*Indigo and Zane about to kill each other*

Zane: what have you done with my wife?!

Indigo: what have you done with my husband?!

*Pixal and Calvin happily getting along*

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*Sora talking about how she feels useless*

Elias: Yeah, I'm right there with you.

Maverick: *reclined with shades on* just don't feel.

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*Wildfire and Nemo fighting for fun*

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Lloyd: *seeing Indigo and Calvin be affectionate* WHY CAN'T I HAVE THAT!

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Nya: and then I was the sea.

Sloan: *taking notes* and how exactly did it happen.

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Bonus:

*Indigo’s parents and aunt meeting Garmadon, Misako, and Wu*

Antoinette: *to Finnian point at Wu* if he's the one who didn't get the girl... my future does not look good.

#ninjago #oc #Bridgehid #shitposting #ocs #original Character

[elfboyeros]

🍒Aurora🍒🪁Alexandria🪁🍈Finnegan🍈🎀Florian🎀

💀Bridgehid Masterlist🎒

#Bridgehid #Coralstone #Alexandria #Finnegan #Florian #oc #ocs #original characters #original character #elfboyeros #characer sheets #design

[elfboyeros]

Old Characters, New Sheets

🪼Rowan🪼⚰️Esma⚰️💊Jacob💊🔮Indigo🔮⚔️Calvin⚔️🧪Sloan🧪🌿Casper🌿🐙Percy🐙🎨Georgia🎨⚕️Maverick⚕️🩹Neon🩹📷Elias📷🎻Elle🎻🎭Duke🎭🃏Neon🃏🪵Constellate🪵🕸️Simulcra🕸️

💀Bridgehid Masterlist🎒

#Bridgehid #Bridgehid secrets #Bridgehidien Forest #Ocs #oc #original character #character art #art #character design #Character sheets #elfboyeros #These took me so long #My babes #Writing #writers on tumblr

[elfboyeros]

I am going to write a oneshot based on this image stay tuned

@karaboutmyart , it's your man

Reference under cut

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[elfboyeros]

Hair and Statues

Obsessed with the idea of Indigo cutting her hair short after she had her babies and not telling Calvin.

It was rare for Indigo to spend a lot of time with her father solely while he was working, but when daddy dearest is an architect and you are the dean of the college, so when the building needs work, you call your dad for help.

“Citrouille, what about this?”

“Père, I don’t know…”

“You want to put a statue in the pavilion. The cupola is your addition to the campus, just like how you got to choose the architecture, you get to choose how the sculptures look,” Finnian explained.

Indigo sighed, looking at the different statues of the goddess with her father in the warehouse art studio, “But this isn’t making sure that the dome looks like the rest of the campus, or putting in glass windows this is a sculpture, a statue, of the goddess, Mother Bridgehid, saint that the college is named after! I’d rather not be offensive.”

“We can get one made,” Finnian commented.

“That’s too expensive.”

“Then I’ll pay for it.”

“Daddy,” Indigo huffed, looking over at him next to him with an unamazed gaze.

“You want a sculpture made, citrouille, I will get you a statue made,” Finnian replied.

She looked past her father for a moment, seeing her husband enter the art studio and saying hello to the owners, “Calvin!” she sighed.

“Hi, angel, hey Dad,” he replied, approaching her and her father. Getting a small hello from Finnian, before wrapping an arm around Indigo’s waist and exchanging a small kiss, “The sculptures are pretty.”

“Tell my father he can not pay for a new sculpture for the rotunda,” Indigo requested, wrapping her arms around Calvin’s middle, and resting her head against his chest.

Calvin looked at Finnian watching him shrug, “Angel, if he wants to pay for a sculpture for your rotunda—”

“My rotunda,” Indigo scoffed “It’s to cover the catacombs, it’s not my rotunda.”

“If he wants to pay for a sculpture,” Calvin repeated, slightly sterner than before, “let him pay for a sculpture.”

“You’re no help,” she groaned letting him go.

“It would technically be a donate, angel eyes,” Calvin added.

“Yes, citrouille, a donate to the school,” Finnian stated.

Indigo sighed, “Let me think about it. We’ve only looked at a few sculptures, I wanna look at some more then I’ll decide.”

Finnian nodded, “Why don’t you do that with Calvin, and I’ll get to make some phone calls.”

Indigo agreed, before walking through the warehouse with her husband, discussing the statues, some domestic talk, but mostly talk of the statues. Yet, Calvin can’t take his eyes off her, screw those statues. Her in one of his shirts in both their favorite colors, the brown pants that fit her nicely, and her hair. Goddess, her hair!

She had gotten her hair cut maybe a week or so ago, and he’s still over it! She looks gorgeous like always and her having short hair isn’t an issue at all, at this moment in time, she looks a lot more comfortable with herself than she had recently. She just hadn’t told him she was getting her hair cut. She had only told him that she wanted to maybe get a hair cut not that she was going to.

“Darling~” She cooed, leaning against a statue, a hand on her hip and the other resting on the stone of the sculpture.

Oh shit, he hadn’t been paying attention, “Sorry, Angel, I wasn’t paying attention,” Calvin admitted.

“You, of course,” Calvin answered.

“Staring at me or the statues?”

 Indigo hummed, returning his domestic stare for what felt like the longest few minutes of the day, “Your hair is getting really long,” she remarked.

“And you cut all yours off,” he remarked.

“Are you still mad about my hair,” she giggled.

“I’m not mad. I was just attached to your long hair,” Calvin admitted, “I liked playing with it, I liked it when you asked me to braid it for you, but if you like it, I like it.”

“Tata, said I look more like a mom now,” Indigo commented.

Calvin chuckled, “What?” she questioned.

“You don’t want to know what I’m thinking right now,” he chuckled.

“Oh really!”

“Oh yeah,” Calvin hummed.

Indigo rolled her eyes, looking back at the statutes and sighing, “I really don’t want père to pay for a sculpture to be made.”

“Angel if he is offering just let him, and then the rotunda has a new modern sculpture of the goddess, that will be a first for the college.” Calvin explained, “Maybe it can be a new place of worship for the religious on campus if it’s new!”

“I married a genius,” Indigo sighed, looking at him with a smile, “you just made it worth it.”

“I’m not a genius,” he replied pulling her close, “It’s the fact if been with you for some long.”

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