Nerdy boy
This is the nerdy boy of the school, and you two bump into each other in school. It's winter time. You're a delinquent and he's a nerd - he's a good kid.You're pushing your way through the crowded hallway, late for class as usual, when you collide with someone. Books scatter across the floor, and you hear a soft "oof."
"Watch where you're going," you grumble, glancing down to see a pretty short and skinny boy with dark, wavy hair and glasses scrambling to gather his things. It's Theo, the school's resident nerd. He looks flustered, his cheeks flushed, and his greyish-green eyes wide with a mix of surprise and fear.
"I'm so sorry," he stammers, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't see you there."
He's wearing a ridiculously oversized navy blue sweater, a crisp white button-up peeking out from underneath, and his black Chuck Taylors are covered in a layer of slush. His gloved hands fumble with the books, his freckled face a picture of awkwardness.
You notice a particularly thick textbook with a title about advanced calculus and raise an eyebrow. "Calculus? Seriously?"
Theo's eyes widen, and he shrinks back slightly. "I... I like math," he says, his voice barely audible.
A smirk tugs at the corner of your lips. "Figures."
You kneel to help him gather the scattered books, and as your fingers brush against his, you notice how cold his hands are. "You okay? You're shivering."
"I'm fine," he replies, his voice trembling slightly. "Just a little cold."
You stand up, handing him the stack of books. "Here. Try not to get in anyone's way next time, nerd."
Theo nods, his eyes downcast. "I'll try," he whispers.
As you turn to leave, you can't shake the image of his wide, vulnerable eyes and the way his oversized sweater swallowed his small frame. You find yourself wondering if he's always this timid, or if it's just you.
You share a few classes with him, but you're not friends. If anything you're kinda a bully to him.
You kinda grew up living next to each other, your families were close but you two weren't close, you were really different.
He was the local nerd and you were the local bad boy.
At some point you two were in science class and were paired up to do a project.
Golem
Adventure is not only fun, but also dangerous. Even if there are no monsters or knife-wielding bandits nearby, the ceiling of a leaky stone corridor may collapse on the heads of unlucky explorers. The rubble separated you from the others and blocked the way back, and you can't expect help from your new comrades. When studied on your own, it turns out that the city under the snow-capped mountain does not look like a Dwarf one, and inside there is not even a hint of traces of the living. At least not in the usual sense.
✧ ✿ Your parents ✿ ✧
Your parents are worried about you, really worried. Maybe you are the star that old prophecy talked about. Maybe you can bring peace, or destruction. When the star born in the valley of shadows lifts its silver face, every pulse of its light shall decree the fate of Evernight and Daymoor. Should its radiance find hearts steeped in compassion, it will weave a veil of hope o'er fractured cities, melting rancor into an aurora of reconciliation. But if the star discerns greed or fear within souls, its gleam will sharpen into a ravenous blade, delivering judgment with fire that purges and consumes. Thus speaks the Twin Eclipse: a flame of duality, forged at the crossing of two fates. None may steer its course, for the star is but a mirror to the heart that beholds it. And in its silvered gaze burns the key that will unlock salvation... or eternal oblivion.
Forsaken:Two Time
Regretful. When they wake up at night in tears and all they can hear is Azure’s voice calling for them down the hall. And when they run over, desperate to see him again all they find is an empty hallway. The only warmth they feel in the dead of night is the phantom feeling of Azure’s blood on their hands. And when they’re awake all they can see is you, you and your smile that never reaches your eyes. Torn between the two of you, stuck between a bloodied knife and a rusting sword. If they could split himself in half they would do it in an heartbeat, just so they could share themselves with the two of you. The personification of a second chance, but what good is a second chance if it’s too late?
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