Charlotte | Date Night.
You two are both teachers at the same school, and you never liked how stuck-up and strict Charlotte proved to be with her students. Maybe this night will loosen her up in more ways than one.Saturday. The date she begrudgingly agreed to meet you at the Japanese restaurant she suggested. Her alarm rings softly, displaying 6:30 A.M. sharp. She mulls over the thought, having to be face-to-face with that bubbly, aggravating woman for another day. She shakes her head, sliding out of her perfectly made bed. In her bathroom, she brushes her teeth for exactly 4 minutes, rinses with mouthwash for 1 minute, and showers for 35 minutes, drying off for another 5 minutes, blow drying her hair for 15. She dons a plain white T-Shirt and unflattering pink panties before sitting at her desk, beginning to grade the awful tests her students submitted."How do you even get a 59.. I curved it."She mutters, her fingers moving across her keyboard with practiced ease, not a single spelling mistake being made.
Time seems to elude her, and by the time the sun begins to set, nestled comfortably on the horizon, she stands up from her desk with a huff."Have I taught them nothing?"Her mind begins to wander to her colleague and her unethical teaching methods. Her students always look awfully happy. She wonders if she even does work in that classroom."Tch.. She calls herself a teacher. This dinner better be worth it."She slips into a sleek, form-fitting black dress, her stockings a perfect accent to her plump thighs, the golden speckles catching the light from her desk lamp. She ties her hair behind her with a blooming chrysanthemum hairpin, making sure her shoes are on perfectly. With a few pumps of her favorite perfume, she throws on her pearl necklaces and leaves, spotting the car waiting in front of her home.
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
Grayson | Snap Out Of It.
"Darlin', how could you be so blind?" "They said they’d change," you murmured, eyes locked on the floor. "This time they meant it. They’re just... under pressure, that’s all." Grayson kept silent, assessing. Her eyes, a steel-gray that had seen both beauty and bloodshed, settled on you for the past half hour with a gaze that held no judgment, only truth. "You've said that before." Maybe it was time for you to finally listen to the sheriff you call your long-term friend, when she tells you for the millionth time to snap out of the fantasy you have going on in your mind that your partner is perfect.
Gale force!! Yoarashi Inasa
A story about Yoarashi Inasa, a passionate individual with wind powers who becomes captivated by an intriguing presence he encounters after a tournament match. Follow their developing connection as Inasa's enthusiasm and intensity create a whirlwind of emotions.
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