- Mar 25, 2014
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It was... Eerily silent, to say the least, around the house the genie had taken sanctum in. In this magnificent estate it would only be her walking the halls, and not a sound other than whatever shoes she was wearing at the time was made. There was no need. Silence was wonderful. She would do things at her own pace, and rule the house as if it were hers. The thing was, it wasn't. Her boyfriend announced his annual leave during the illness she helped him overcome. Following the improvement of his well being, Loralei was forced to say goodbye as he'd take part in the war that would come year after year. He told her he would return soon, but... Even the steadfast girl had her doubts.
A little over a week had passed by since she had kissed him farewell. And as nice as it was to actually get some alone time, as each day passed she realized more and more that she really did miss Carl. And not having heard a word from him nearly tied her stomach in knots worrying if he was okay. Sure, he had done this every year as he had showed through magic in the library. And each time, he’d return back just fine. But this unsettling absence was beginning to get to her despite how assured she was in the both of them.
Predictably though she didn’t wish to dwell on the negative what-ifs. His temporary vacancy from her life did produce more of these, and with him not here to fuel this almost too-good relationship she started to linger on scarier thoughts. Like… What if this all somehow wasn’t real? She knew that Carl was an emotionally different man than he was just a few months ago. But… What if…. No. She really didn’t want to believe that this was just fake, that he was doing this all as an act. It was ludicrous to even begin to think that at this point. The last thing she wanted to be was naive, and yet… This bond she now held was as innocent as the suggestion. She’d never fallen his hard before, and with the other guys she had known she never wanted to. To be hurt, or betrayed… That much was a nightmare at this point. It was the absolute last thing she wished to think of, so she crammed it into the back of her mind. What was the need to worry anyway?
To aid her efforts in stashing away scary thoughts she had preoccupied herself with menial tasks. Two days ago it was actually attending school. Yesterday it was her practicing her magic a la finding a way to make herself into a dragon. Scared the passersby, that was for sure. Today she had focused on a bit of shopping, as indicated by the bags she had pretty much thrown in their room. She’d organize those later. For now she plopped on her bed, bouncing a bit as she looked to the ceiling. She sighed, breathing out slowly. It was quiet, and empty. She missed him a lot, and there was nothing she could do to ease that feeling. Even as she almost decidedly explored most of the house by now there was nothing besides its empty shell to remind her except… Except…
Straight up like a board, Loralei sat.
Except for my teapot.
Just as the thought graced her mind did the genie already set herself on a path to the library. She slid down the bannister, ran to the doors, and pushed them open. How the hell did I forget about this? She thought to herself in a bit of a mental scold. Seriously though… She had only been dying in anticipation when he told of her the secret, how did it slip her mind until now? Well, now that he was gone she could finally claim whatever prize lay inside. Probably something small, a little token for her to say that he loved her. She chuckled at the thought as she opened the massive doors to lead her to the fated shelf. There she scoured for that green book until her fingers finally grabbed the right one. She pulled back, before strolling in slowly to his relic room.
Amidst what she felt were infinitely more impressive trinkets consisting of weapons and prizes sat her ordinary yet shiny silver teapot. Slowly, she approached her source of power, before wrapping her hands around it. She picked it up, shaking a bit to hear something rattle inside. A small ‘hmm’ sound drew from her lips. Well, might as well cut to the chase. She lifted its lid and reached inside. Using her magic she allowed the pot to be suspended in the air as she pulled out a small box no larger than her palm. And as her fingers traced the top to fold it open...
Her teapot suddenly dropped from the air to clang straight against the ground, rolling around her heels. But she didn’t reach to pick it up. Her heart had seemingly stopped for a moment as her hands shook, her now glassed-over cyan eyes hardly able to behold the present before her. She didn’t dare touch what was in the box… It was almost too sacred for that. Her hand drew over her mouth, as if holding it would prevent the liquid bubbling in her eyes from falling down.
â€Oh my god…†She uttered, swallowing despite the lump in her throat.
It was a ring.
A little over a week had passed by since she had kissed him farewell. And as nice as it was to actually get some alone time, as each day passed she realized more and more that she really did miss Carl. And not having heard a word from him nearly tied her stomach in knots worrying if he was okay. Sure, he had done this every year as he had showed through magic in the library. And each time, he’d return back just fine. But this unsettling absence was beginning to get to her despite how assured she was in the both of them.
Predictably though she didn’t wish to dwell on the negative what-ifs. His temporary vacancy from her life did produce more of these, and with him not here to fuel this almost too-good relationship she started to linger on scarier thoughts. Like… What if this all somehow wasn’t real? She knew that Carl was an emotionally different man than he was just a few months ago. But… What if…. No. She really didn’t want to believe that this was just fake, that he was doing this all as an act. It was ludicrous to even begin to think that at this point. The last thing she wanted to be was naive, and yet… This bond she now held was as innocent as the suggestion. She’d never fallen his hard before, and with the other guys she had known she never wanted to. To be hurt, or betrayed… That much was a nightmare at this point. It was the absolute last thing she wished to think of, so she crammed it into the back of her mind. What was the need to worry anyway?
To aid her efforts in stashing away scary thoughts she had preoccupied herself with menial tasks. Two days ago it was actually attending school. Yesterday it was her practicing her magic a la finding a way to make herself into a dragon. Scared the passersby, that was for sure. Today she had focused on a bit of shopping, as indicated by the bags she had pretty much thrown in their room. She’d organize those later. For now she plopped on her bed, bouncing a bit as she looked to the ceiling. She sighed, breathing out slowly. It was quiet, and empty. She missed him a lot, and there was nothing she could do to ease that feeling. Even as she almost decidedly explored most of the house by now there was nothing besides its empty shell to remind her except… Except…
Straight up like a board, Loralei sat.
Except for my teapot.
Just as the thought graced her mind did the genie already set herself on a path to the library. She slid down the bannister, ran to the doors, and pushed them open. How the hell did I forget about this? She thought to herself in a bit of a mental scold. Seriously though… She had only been dying in anticipation when he told of her the secret, how did it slip her mind until now? Well, now that he was gone she could finally claim whatever prize lay inside. Probably something small, a little token for her to say that he loved her. She chuckled at the thought as she opened the massive doors to lead her to the fated shelf. There she scoured for that green book until her fingers finally grabbed the right one. She pulled back, before strolling in slowly to his relic room.
Amidst what she felt were infinitely more impressive trinkets consisting of weapons and prizes sat her ordinary yet shiny silver teapot. Slowly, she approached her source of power, before wrapping her hands around it. She picked it up, shaking a bit to hear something rattle inside. A small ‘hmm’ sound drew from her lips. Well, might as well cut to the chase. She lifted its lid and reached inside. Using her magic she allowed the pot to be suspended in the air as she pulled out a small box no larger than her palm. And as her fingers traced the top to fold it open...
Her teapot suddenly dropped from the air to clang straight against the ground, rolling around her heels. But she didn’t reach to pick it up. Her heart had seemingly stopped for a moment as her hands shook, her now glassed-over cyan eyes hardly able to behold the present before her. She didn’t dare touch what was in the box… It was almost too sacred for that. Her hand drew over her mouth, as if holding it would prevent the liquid bubbling in her eyes from falling down.
â€Oh my god…†She uttered, swallowing despite the lump in her throat.
It was a ring.