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Magic and Miracles - Chapter 8

Sanders Sides Big Bang fic, Chapter 8!

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Summary: “Not a morning person?”

“Does staying up until five am count?”

“Wh- no! That’s actually a bit concerning. Please don’t tell me you were up until five then only slept two hours before we started walking.”

“I won’t tell you that then.”

Warning/s: food mention.

Characters: Logan, Virgil, OCs, Roman, Remy, Remus, Patton, Janus, Emile.

Tag List: @theimprobabledreamersworld @remy-please-come-back

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8 | Fondness

Logan stared at the ceiling above him. It seemed like just yesterday he had been doing this out of boredom, waiting for when everyone was supposed to tour the manor. He’d been so anxious about what studying here would mean and how he would socialise with his classmates. Now though, they were all his friends, and he found himself mildly amused that he’d ever been nervous about getting to know them.

This room that had seemed so strange before had become home. Everything from the view outside his window to the softness of the bed was as familiar as his room at the bakery. Soon though, this would no longer be his home.

With the upcoming license test, he would officially become a wizard, and therefore no longer need to remain a student. He’d miss being here and having his friends so close. Come to think of it, he would miss his friends greatly too. After the test, they would be returning to their far off homes. Virgil didn’t live very far off, but Logan felt that it wouldn’t be proper for someone like him to be visiting the prince.

In a couple of days, all of Logan’s dreams about being a wizard would come true, yet he would lose the dreams he never knew he had…

“Rise and shine, witches! You’ve got a big day ahead!”

Logan shook his head, as if that would clear it of any unwanted thoughts, and got out of bed. Today he couldn’t be distracted by silly emotions. Remy was sending them on a huge quest to refine their skills before the big test.

At breakfast, everyone seemed excited for the quest. It was going to be an overnight kind of thing and they were doing it on their own. They had all been taught to teleport and a special spell that would summon Remy if the need arose, but they were still going to be doing this entirely independent of any other adults.

“Hey, you okay L?” Virgil asked as they were walking down the hall.

“Hmm?”

“You look like you’re trying to solve the meaning of life.”

“...What?”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “You look broody, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing is… wrong, per se.”

“Per se?”

“I’m probably just feeling tired from staying up last night studying the notes Remy gave us.”

“Well, hopefully, breakfast lifts your energy, because we have a long walk ahead of us.”

Logan didn't have time to even respond to that as he was tackled to the ground by a hug. "Everleigh? What are you doing here?"

"I came to wish my friends good luck of course! Your dad is here too."

Sure enough, Emile was there in the dining room waiting on everyone else with a special spread of pastries for breakfast.

"Hey kids, I figured you'd want something good to start your big day."

"It's not even test-day yet Mr Picani, but thank you! Your pastries are incredible." Willow declared.

"Well, thanks kiddo. Today isn't your test but it's still a pretty big day. I will be sure to make pastries for test day too though."

"It's not that big a quest really," Remy said. "It's just a longer trip than I usually send them on for ingredient collecting."

"Considering it's a two-day journey to retrieve a rare fruit from a cave, I doubt calling today big would be an exaggeration." Virgil pointed out.

"Back when I was learning magic, we didn't even get teleportation spells for coming back. We'd have to walk there and back, and as quickly as we could too." Remy stated.

"Whatever you say, old man."

"Old? Did you just call me old?" Remy said in a greatly offended tone.

Virgil smirked. "Yup."

Remy turned to Emile. "See what disrespect I have to deal with? You know what, I'm not even going to miss you, sassy little ankle-biters."

The teens all snickered at Remy's dramatics and then dug into their breakfast.

“So, are you guys excited?” Emile asked.

“For the quest itself, not so much. But for the afterparty,” Roman said.

“Yeah, Remy promised us that we’d even get the next day off school, so we could stay up as late as we want!” Remus added.

“I have a feeling I’m going to regret that deal,” Remy whispered to Emile, who nodded with a giggle.

“Can I come to the party?” Everleigh asked.

“Of course,” Remy replied. “They seem to get into less trouble with you around. I’m half tempted to ask you to join them on this quest of theirs.”

“We’re not that accident prone, thank you very much. We’ve kept ourselves out of trouble all month,” Janus pointed out.

“Yeah, and I’m worried you’re due for a disaster,” Remy sighed.

Logan nodded. “Statistically speaking, it’s odd that we’ve gone this long without something happening.”

“That’s comforting…” Virgil muttered.

Janus shrugged. “We’re just getting better at self-preservation. We’ll be fine.”

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“I retract my earlier statement,” Janus declared as they were walking. “We’re all going to die of exhaustion.”

“Don’t be so dramatic, Jan, that’s my job,” Roman stated.

“And we’ve barely been walking for half a day now,” Willow pointed out.

“Half a day, mainly uphill,” Janus reiterated.

“Perhaps if we all talk about something, our minds won’t be so concentrated on the tiredness,” Patton suggested.

Logan nodded. “Yes, doing something else should distract our brains from any pain or exhaustion. Either with a stimulating conversation or some kind of sing-along.”

“I know a good song!” Remus declared. “She’ll be coming around the mountain when she comes-!”

“No! You are not starting that nightmare up again,” Roman interrupted with a stern glare at his grinning twin.

“Oh, come on, Roro. You love this song!”

“I passionately despise that song.”

“All I heard was ‘passionately’, do you want to marry this song, Ro?” Remus asked. “Or do you just want to--”

“Shut up!” Roman shouted, his face turning as red as Remus’s eyes.

“What do you have against that song?” Willow inquired.

“It’s the way she sings it,” Roman explained. “It’s not appropriate.”

Remus rolled his eyes. “All I said was-”

“No! You have lost speaking privileges.” Roman declared.

“Well then, is there anything else we can talk about?” Janus asked,

“We could play a game,” Patton suggested.

“But not eye spy or word chain,” Virgil immediately added.

Roman huffed. “Alright then, how about you suggest a game, stormcloud?”

“A race.”

Janus stared at him dumbfounded. You’re kidding, right?

Virgil shook his head. “Nope. Let’s all race to… that archway, the winner gets first pick of the treats Mr Picani gave us for lunch.”

Everyone, despite their tiredness from walking, exchanged looks of determination.

“Let’s go!”

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Once it was close to sunset, the seven finally halted their walking and made camp with the supplies they’d been given. They had two tents, a good amount of firewood, plenty of food to go around, and sleeping bags for each of them. Janus started the fire and began heating up a pot of stew for dinner.

Remus laid himself flat on the ground. “Gods, everything hurts.”

Patton sighed. “I told you not to jump through that bush.”

“I didn’t know it was hiding a steep incline.”

“I told you it was hiding a steep incline,” Roman huffed.

“Well, when have I ever listened to you?”

Roman just sighed in exasperation, too tired to continue arguing.

“The healing spell should only take a little longer to complete,” Virgil said. “So the pain will eventually fade.”

“Eventually?!”

“Remus, you basically jumped off a cliff, please stop complaining about the consequences of your actions,” Willow said.

Remus looked at her with a raised brow. “Someone’s in a bad mood.”

“They’re hangry,” Janus stated. “And so am I, when is this thing going to finish heating up?!”

“I still have some pastries from lunch to snack on,” Patton offered.

“Oh, Patty, you’re a saint!” Willow declared joyfully.

Logan watched his teammates with a faint smile. These interactions were starkly different from how they used to treat each other in the beginning. Well, Remus and Roman still bickered, but they were siblings. Janus and Roman no longer acted like they wanted to kill one another. Willow spoke with confidence to everyone instead of their meek tones. Virgil became more social and even laughed and smiled along with the group now. Patton was still his kind-hearted self, although now he was a lot more appreciated for it.

It was a far cry from the dysfunctional class of misfits that they had been. And in Logan’s opinion, it was a real improvement. He couldn’t believe that he’d once been so set on looking out only for himself when now he was so determined to help his team. His friends…

“-gan? Logan?”

“Hmm?”

Virgil gave him a small smile. “You spaced out, I was asking if you wanted your stew now.”

“Oh, um, yes, thank you.”

Virgil handed him one of the bowls in his hands and then sat beside him. “Mind if I ask what’s got you so deep in thought?”

“I was just thinking... about how much I’ll miss all of you,” Logan admitted. “Once we’ve all passed the test and can move on with our lives, the twins will sail off to their island, Janus and Willow will go back to Evergreen Valley, Patton will return to his parents and brother, and you’ll- well, you know…”

“Do you really think after all we’ve been through together, we’d abandon each other that easily?”

“It’s possible.”

“So is the end of the world, but tomorrow is just as possible as that.”

“I’m not sure I follow.”

“Well, look at it this way. If you throw a coin up in the air, there’s an equal chance of it landing on either heads or tails, right?”

“Yes.”

“So there is a chance that we’ll all grow apart, but there’s a bigger chance that we’ll stay friends despite the distance. We’ve got magic to take us back and forth anyway. Staying in touch will be easier than you think.”

“Well, what about your whole secret identity thing?”

“After the test, I’m going to finally show the kingdom who I am.”

Logan paused. “Wait, really?”

“Yeah, I feel like I’m finally ready to take on the responsibility of having a public image. That means I’ll need to surround myself with the right kinds of people, and you all are exactly the kinds of people I want by my side.”

“Even me? The non-noble?”

“Especially you, Logan. I mean, titles, they’re nothing more than titles. Just words that give a person a position. You, despite the position in life you were given, worked hard to become the first-ever non-noble mage. Title or no title, you are an incredible person Logan, and I’m grateful to have even met you.”

Logan searched Virgil’s face for any hint of insincerity but found none. Those stormy grey eyes held no dishonesty. Only… Fondness? Logan wasn’t good enough at understanding emotions to know exactly what Virgil was feeling, but he felt that it wasn’t anything malicious.

“Thank you, Virgil.”

“No problem. So, do you have any specific plans for what you want to do after the test?”

“Well, I wanted to open up a medical practice.”

“I thought you specialised in air magic? If you’re going into doctoring, why not take up healing magic?”

“I planned on specializing in helping people transition for an affordable price.”

“Oh? That sounds interesting.”

“It was the whole reason I got interested in studying magic. I remember that one day some people came into the bakery, talking about transitional magic. I knew then already that I wanted to do something about my body. The dysphoria was… difficult. So I looked into having someone do the spell for me, but even the cheapest of mages charged far too much for my dad or me to afford. So I took matters into my own hands and decided I would learn magic myself and help others like me to be comfortable in their own skin.”

“That’s a noble cause. It’s almost like what I wanted to do with having a magic school.”

“Oh?”

“I always felt like it was unfair that so many people missed out on the chance to use magic. Being half-fae, I was surrounded by it for my entire life. The council keeps track of who can use magic and is worthy of using it, but the only people able to use it are the rich nobles with all the access to tutors and stuff. It’s like having only certain men be knights, instead of allowing anyone who wants to fight to take up arms. There are so many people out there with the potential to be great, but because of how they were born, they will never have a chance to reach that potential.”

“You care a lot about people.”

“So do you.”

“I suppose that’s a good thing.”

The two sat silently as they ate, but the silence between them felt comfortable. However, Logan found himself once again questioning what he felt towards Virgil, whenever he glanced over at him. His heart seemed to both beat faster and sometimes skip beats altogether. Especially since they were sitting so close together at the moment. They were so close that their knees kept on brushing against each other.

"Uh, Logan?"

"Yes?"

Virgil tugged at his cape's hood. "Can I… ask you an important question?"

Logan tilted his head to the side curiously. "Sure."

"W-"

“Hey, do you two want seconds?” Remus yelled, interrupting the boy’s conversation. “Or can I have the rest?”

“Remus, if you eat all that you’ll get a stomach ache,” Patton warned.

Ignoring his boyfriend’s worry, Remus asked, “Who bets I can finish this in five minutes?”

“You’re an idiot,” Janus stated blankly.

“And a coward. Aim for three!” Roman encouraged.

Logan shook his head. “Well, hopefully, Remus’s antics are the worst things we’ll have to worry about.”

Virgil shrugged. “I’m sure we’ll be fine.”

---

The next morning, after an unpleasant wake-up call from Roman screaming, because Remus had drenched him in water, everyone got up and continued their trek to the cave where the special fruit Remy wanted, grew. Janus and Roman were taking the lead, bickering about something between themselves, with Willow, Remus and Patton walking close behind them, and Virgil and Logan tailing everyone. Willow and Remus would dash away from the group every now and again to grab flowers for Patton so that he could make them all flower crowns. Which was hard to do while walking but he seemed to be managing.

Logan noted that Virgil still seemed very tired. “Not a morning person?”

“Does staying up until five am count?”

“Wh- no! That’s actually a bit concerning. Please don’t tell me you were up until five then only slept two hours before we started walking.”

“I won’t tell you that then.”

“You need sleep, Virgil.”

“I’ll be fine. I have a bit of midnight elixir from Remy that should wake me up.”

Logan shook his head. “What on earth kept you up so late?”

Virgil shrugged. “Thoughts. My mind was feeling really busy last night. Thinking about… everything.”

“Are you worried about what’s going to happen when…” Logan trailed off.

“Kind of, but I’m sure it’ll be fine. After all, I’ve got both my parents to support me through it. Plus all of you… if the others are as accepting as you.”

“Your race won’t change how they see you, Virgil.”

“You can’t know for sure.”

“Perhaps it’s not a guarantee but the chance of them being loyal is infinitesimal.”

“So small.”

“What, no. That would be the chance of them rejecting you.”

“Then why would you say infinitesimal? It means extremely small.”

“Wait, what?”

“Y-yeah… Logan, did you not know what infinitesimal meant?”

“…”

“Oh my gods, you didn’t.”

“Don’t laugh at me! I don’t know everything and that’s perfectly normal.”

“Well, yeah, but you’re like a super genius.”

“You think I’m a genius.”

“Of course. You’ve proved it time and time again. You’re incredibly smart. In fact, the chances of you not knowing something are… infinitesimal.”

Logan glared. “How dare you use a compliment to tease me, you… sparkly-eyed jerk.”

“My eyes sparkle?”

“When you’re happy, yeah. They look kind of like stars.”

“Wow, I didn’t know you were such a romantic.”

Logan froze. “I didn’t mean to cross any boundaries-”

“You can say I have nice eyes, L. I only meant the poetic kind of romantic. I’m sure you weren’t trying to flirt. Unless you were?”

“I- uh, no. I mean you are quite attractive and I-” Logan stopped himself before he could accidentally confess anything more.

“So you do think I’m attractive at least.”

“...Yes.”

“Well, thanks. I feel the same way about you.”

Logan blushed. “O-oh… thank you...”

The rest of the walk was silent as Logan tried to calm his heart rate down. He was concerned with how fast it was going considering the casual pace they were travelling at. Subconsciously though, he knew that it was what Virgil had said that made him feel like this. He could pretend all he wanted, that there was something else wrong, but he knew that the cause of all this was his feelings towards a certain grey-eyed boy.

The fact that they had almost just flirted with each other was really not helping him. Especially since he wanted so badly to actually flirt with him. He wasn’t exactly sure of his full attraction to Virgil but he liked the idea of flirting with him. Exchanging compliments and maybe holding hands or even… kissing him? That idea made his heart skip a beat.

So basically he was having a gay panic all the way up to the cave. The one thing that distracted him from completely freezing was looking at his surroundings and categorizing all the plants he saw. Beside the cave entrance, he noted there were some berry bushes growing. Then, he saw a pebble fall from above the entrance and glanced up to see what had pushed it.

Time seemed to slow down when Logan saw the boulder perched there. It looked like it was about to fall and crush Virgil, Patton and him before they got into the cave. He grabbed Virgil’s wrist and pushed Patton ahead of them as quickly as possible to get inside of the cave before the boulder came tumbling down with a bunch of other large rocks that now sealed the entrance.

“Holy- are you guys okay?!” Willow asked.

“Pat!” Remus ran to Patton’s side immediately and helped him up.

“I’m okay, I’m okay. Logan saved us.”

Virgil stared wide-eyed at the rocks. "By Ysla’s bow, that was close. Are you alright, Logan?”

“I’m fine. Just glad I saw what was going to happen before we got squished.”

“How the hel did that even happen? There’s no way that was a coincidence,” Janus commented.

“Well, I don’t know what else it could have been. Maybe that was the big trouble that Remy was worried we’d get into,” Roman said.

“Good thing we have the porthole spell to get home then. I don’t think that there’s any way we could get back through here without it taking half an eternity,” Willow declared.

After that scare, the group continued on deeper into the cave. They knew the tree grew in a central chamber surrounded by glowing moss. There was some of this glowing moss on the walls, illuminating their path so they didn’t have to use a light spell or anything.

Soon enough, they reached the chamber. From there they just had to get the fruit from the tree, make a porthole, and go home for their after party. Except there was one problem.

A giant mole.

“I think we’re cursed.”

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A/N: thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed this. I'll be posting two chapters a day until the full fic is up, so if you want to be tagged, you can just ask.

I'd love to hear what you thought about the chapter if you wouldn't mind commenting. Thanks again for reading! Here's hoping you have a magical day 💜

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a-deadly-serenade · 5 years

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Moonlight [Hector/Reader]

“I be fallin’ for you baby and I just can’t stop cause,

I never knew, I never knew,

You could hide moonlight in your hands till the night I held you,

You are my moonlight.”

One of the aspects of living within Castlevania that Hector did not expect was how frequently he’d have to go shopping into town.

It made sense of course, as the lord of the mansion did not require the usual sustenance both Hector and Isaac needed as humans.

Going out into the nearby towns had become a little ritual Hector learned to enjoy, since he often forgot how warm and alive the outside world could be when compared to the cold, melancholic hallways of the castle.

He found out rather quickly that Isaac would very much rather stay as he preferred the cold. Hector did not really understand why, it was always such a nice feeling to be embraced by nature.

To Hector, it was a break from his usual duties, and he would insist on walking there as it gave him a chance to take in the local scenery (plus he would never subject a horse to carrying him, he is perfectly capable of traveling on his own).

Dracula mentioned that the nearest village was not too far from the castle, but that Hector should still be careful to not garner too much attention.

Hector had overheard rumors that his lord’s son Alucard was on the move with a magician and supposedly, one of the surviving members of the Belmont clan.

This was all speculation however, but he still made a mental note in his head to make sure that he wasn’t followed back to the castle. That would surely not end well…

He sighed, a small frown on his face. If they were ever spotted, they’d have to move, and he did not wish to leave this place yet. He loved how they were surrounded by a large forest, one filled with life.

Usually when Dracula moved the castle, it would make its home high on a cliffside, or near the top of a very steep mountain, to assure that no humans would willingly stumble across its doors.

Hector was unsure if they had moved here due to the abundance of wildlife or the close proximity to the village. He was not naive to the fact that the vampire generals Dracula had called upon were growing reckless over the idea of humans becoming extinct, and thus, limiting their food supply.

Hector could care less what happened to the humans in the end, but these petty squabbles were nonetheless irritating.

He adjusted the bag on his shoulder, and pushed aside a stray branch as he made his way through the thick underbrush. Slight confusion crossed his face when he picked up the sound of feint humming, and he felt his eyes widen and a gasp catch in his throat when his gaze landed on the scene before him.

A woman was sitting in the nearby clearing on an aging old tree stump. Animals stood all around her, as if they had been entranced by her song.

Birds pecked at the grass that coiled around her feet, and she cooed down at them as she reached into a knapsack and precured an assortment of seeds.

Her eyes glittered in the sunlight, and an equalling dazzling smile lit up her face as a faun and its mother approached from another part of the forest, intrigued by this visitor in their home.

She plucked out two apples from the same sack, and stretched out her arm for the two deer to smell it.

The mother edged closer before it gave the fruit a tentative lick. Satisfied with what she tasted, she gently took the offering out of the woman’s hand, and her baby bounded behind her to grab its tasty treat.

She gave the mother a delicate brush across its hide, the creature suddenly feeling at ease by her presence, as she hung around for awhile longer, grazing the nearby plants.

Hector was awestruck, amazed that the animals trusted her so much. He felt a small smile tug at his lips, and he was even more impressed when he noticed that a snake had been coiled around her neck this entire time; the shy reptile laying contently across her shoulders as it absorbed both her heat and that of the sun.

It struck him as almost odd that he was so enthralled in watching her, and the thought of going up to talk to her briefly crossed his mind. However… he would not even know how to approach the conversation, and just knew he’d say something that’d scare her away.

A twig snapped as he made an attempt to inch closer, and both the deer and the woman immediately perked up at the sound.

He heard her gasp, and the birds fluttered away as she leaped off of the stump and ran off into the trees.

The doe seemed to stare Hector down, an almost annoyed expression resonating in her gaze before she gave an irritated tail flick and proceeded down a path that had most certainly been made by animals.

Did that deer just try and reprimand him?

He supposed that it was time to start back up on heading into town, but he would be lying if he said that he was not even a little bit disappointed that he didn’t get a chance to speak with this mysterious woman…

❁❁❁

The next time that Hector ventured out, he had hoped to see her again, if not to try and introduce himself and apologize for his literal peeping.

But when he returned to the tiny grove, there was no one to be found.

This happened several more times, and he was saddened to think that he had scared her off for good.

He started to notice that during the times he had waited around, the animals she usually visited stopped by every so often.

The birds would land near the stump, and ruffle their feathers, before they broke out into an occasional song, as if calling out to her.

The doe and her faun would stride up to the clearing and the mother would bow her head slightly, as if honoring the kind presence that once sat there.

It was disheartening each time she failed to reappear, and as the weeks dragged on, he began to exit the woods in a slightly bitter mood.

But he would not give up.

One day, he came up with the idea (and a rather brilliant one, if he could say so himself) of bringing along one of his pets. Perhaps they would give him a bit of luck and she would be in the woods this time around?

He had been particularly critical on who to bring, for although Cezar would surely be the most excited at meeting someone new, it was… rather obvious that he had been reanimated.

Instead Hector went with a blue jay that he had named Azul. He had found him shortly after he passed away, so there were no clear signs that Hector had brought Azul back to life, save for his now bright blue eyes.

The little bird sat happily on Hector’s shoulder as he entered the forest, and he gave him a gentle scratch under his beak.

He gently moved through the weeds and bushes, and he felt his heart skip a beat when his eyes landed on her.

She was running her fingers through the feathers of a small screech owl, several songbirds hopping around the stump as they ate the seeds and dried corn she had brought for them.

Hector was so in shock that she was actually there that his body went completely immobile. He had absolutely no idea on what to do, so he just stood there, and would have remained petrified unless Azul had taken the initiative and flown over to her.

The tiny owl gave an indignant screech when Azul fluttered too close, and almost lashed out with its talons when he decided to stand on her left knee.

She hushed the larger bird with a soft sound, and placed it on her shoulder so that it would stop misbehaving.

“Well hello there, little one,” she said to Azul.

The bluejay gave an elated chirp and fluttered onto her index finger, as his tiny feet curled tightly around it.

She nearly lept out of her skin when she heard the trees be pushed aside, but she stopped for a second when she recognized his eyes. They were the same startling shade of blue that she had seen all those weeks ago.

“You…” she began, and pointed to Hector. “You’re the one that I saw.”

Azul flew off of her finger in response and landed on Hector’s shoulder, a look of slight surprise on her visage.

She looked down at the other birds, and then the owl beside her. None of the animals seemed disturbed by his presence, a couple of the grazing robins even skittered over before they glanced up, as if evaluating him.

After several seconds they stopped, and a few even went so far as to affectionately pick at the buckles of his shoes.

“Is he yours?” she asked, while her gaze rested on Azul.

Hector smiled and poked the bird on its beak. “Yes, he’s a friend of mine.” She returned the smile, and stood up, the screech owl letting out a surprised shriek from the sudden movement.

“He is quite lovely. I don’t think I have ever seen a blue jay with eyes like those.” she took a step closer, captivated by Azul’s sapphire iris’.

Hector felt his face heat up as she neared closer, and he let out an awkward cough as he mentioned her owl. “Is he yours?”

She glanced up and chuckled. “Oh no, she and I are just rather close.”

The owl nibbled on her hand, before it took off into the trees, apparently annoyed that she wasn’t receiving all her desired attention.

“Are you new to the area?” she questioned. “I had never seen you up until that one afternoon.”

Hector fidgeted slightly where he stood, his right hand going to fiddle with the white glove he wore on his other. “Yes, I suppose you could say that.”

“Well as much as I like meeting new people, making acquaintance with someone I thought was spying on me, isn’t exactly the greatest way to begin a friendship.” she teased.

Hector groaned and looked away from her. “My apologies… I never meant to startle you. I was just so entranced by the relationship you have with all of these animals.”

“Really?” she beamed.

“Of course. I am very fond of animals as well, so it was rather refreshing to see someone else that has a special connection with them.”

She gave a delighted laugh, one that sent Hector’s heart aflutter. “I think I’m going to like you.”

❁❁❁

It quickly became a weekly ritual for Hector to leave the castle to meet up with her, and the two soon became very close friends. It was rather embarrassing that by the third time they had met, she pointed out that he had yet to ask for her name. When she finally told him, he had thought it was so lovely, but only said that,

“It’s nice.” aloud.

They bonded over their love for animals and nature, and when she spoke of interest in the sciences, Hector was delighted to tell her about his knowledge on alchemy.

He was still unsure of how she’d react if ever spoke of the true nature of his work, so whenever she happened to drop hints on wanting to know where it is he lived or how he made a living, he would always direct the conversation to another direction.

However he somehow managed to work up the courage and bring Cezar with him one evening. Bringing up the topic was a little awkward within itself, as he mentioned some alchemic concepts, before he went into the idea of forging.

She initially thought he meant forging… with metal, and was stupefied when Cezar charged at her excitedly, his small tag wagging side-to-side.

It was Hector’s turn to be surprised when she accepted him so eagerly into her lap. He noticed that tears brimmed in her eyes, and he was astounded by how… grateful she looked.

“You save the lives of the less fortunate… the ones who are often forgotten… you are so kind.”

He was starting to notice that it was nearly impossible for him to get her out of his mind. Her laugh was unique, her smile was radiant, and her graciousness was unparalleled. He was unaware of this feeling that he felt whenever she crossed his train of thought, so he was not sure how to address it.

Not wanting to appear like a naive child to Dracula or Isaac, he decided that he would bring this up with the next time they met. She had a knack for helping him with his problems, she was a wonderful listener and gave him very sound advice.

It was a little later than usual when they finally met up, the moon high in the sky as the stars twinkled. There was a very light breeze that would stir up the trees and grass, but other than that, it was a perfectly clear night.

Butterflies danced in his stomach as she rested her head on his shoulder while the both of them sat on a riverbank. Her feet were in the water, and she would occasionally stretch out her arm so that flying fireflies could find purchase in the palm of her hand.

The silence between them wasn’t uncomfortable, not at all. Hector often found himself very calm in her presence, but he was starting to psych himself out of having this discussion.

He cleared his suddenly dry throat, before he said, “Can I… can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Well, I was wondering… I don’t have a lot of experience with this sort of thing, so I was kind of hoping you could help me,” he rambled.

She placed a firm yet gentle grip on his shoulder. “Hector, relax. Just tell me what is on your mind.”

He took a deep breath, grateful to have her there for him. “I… well… I cannot stop thinking about you. Forgive me if that seems at all strange, I do not mean it in any sort of malicious sense. It’s just… I don’t know…”

She blinked, before she tapped her finger against her chin. “I see… what sort of things do you think about?”

“Well…” he began to trace a pattern in the sand to help collect his thoughts. “I think about your laugh, and your smile, and how genuine you are towards nature,” he stopped, and pondered for a moment.

A chill traveled through her body as he turned to face her, his gaze piercing. “And I think about your eyes… and your beautiful hair,” his fingers ran through her locks, and then slid down her neck before they finally rested on her shoulders.

He felt her warm breath against his index finger as he traced it over her mouth. It came out in short, soft gasps, and her gaze landed on his lips as he leaned in to speak.

“And your lovely lips, and how they’d feel against mine.”

She placed her hand on his cheek, and traced the contours of his face. “That’s funny,” she whispered, and leaned closer. “Because I find myself thinking about you all the time too… when I work, when I eat, even when I sleep.”

He let out a gentle sigh as she threaded her fingers through his long silver hair. “Your hair is so gorgeous… its the color of starlight.”

She leaned forward and pressed two kisses to his brow. “Your eyes… they’re what I noticed first about you. They’re just a striking color… they remind me of ice, or crystal clear waters.”

Her arms wrapped around his neck, their foreheads pressed together. “You’re such a gentle soul, Hector… I’m so glad I met you.”

His eyes slipped closed when she kissed him, and he felt his heart soar as she smiled against his lips. He never imagined that someone like him would be deserving of affection… of love, but he felt as though his soul was finally complete as the two embraced under the silver moonlight.

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