Been waiting forever

Giovanni:

You could have been waiting a day

You could have been waiting a month

You could have been waiting a year

You could have been waiting years

You could have been waiting lifetimes

You could have been waiting forever

None of it seems to matter when you find that one piece that completes you, whether you like it or know it. Whether you could completely imagine yourself with them or didn’t even know about them. It’s almost like the world starts spinning a bit slower, or maybe I just made it sound slower so I could have more moments.

Lucifer: Did you?

Giovannii: 🙂 The world will never know, but it was completely worth it.

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Counting Stars – A Long time Fiction from a Fan

Everyone we  striving to be noticed. To have that golden beam hit one of them and stay on one. It was all the glee club knew. New York City seemed like the place to achieve that, and while a few got their fifteen minutes of fame, it was Rachel Berry who hit it big time first. She was the lead of ‘Funny Girl’, Broadway’s sweet heart. She was the breakaway star of the group, everyone thought. But then it all turned after one winter fashion show. Now she had to compete with her long time best friend Kurt Hummel who was growing exponentially in fame.They tried to be friends. But the lima Ohio misfits couldn’t seem to hit that note right.

Years later and  Kurt Hummel hasn’t gone back to Lima or talked to anyone he knew there for a while now.To be accurate, he hasn’t talked to anyone since he started his rise to fame mainly because before then no one was interested in hanging out with him. That is until Rachel Berry finds him and corners him into coming back to Lima, to save the glee club. The same glee club that allowed the two to be friends. But after all these years, can any of the members manage to cooperate. Kurt doesn’t think so. But like everyone else, he’ll have to try to do something more than showing up to help. For the first time in forever they’ll have to sacrifice their wants for what the club could need, before it’s too  Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, Britanna,Puck/Quinn, Finn/Rachel

Most BS Yet- 3

As soon as the doors were closed, Lux let out a yell.

“I’m going to lose it!” He collapsed against the chaise and threw his hands up.

Ela sighed and nodded slowly. “I don’t blame you.”

She glided to the seat next to Lux, patting his thrown-out hand. Suddenly Lux’s voice screeched out.

“Mirna! Mirna, Get in here!”

Instantly the doors opened and two ladies waltz in. The lead was the taller, coming near the height of Lux himself. Her dark hair naturally curled itself in long huge tendrils. Her glassy brown eyes sparkled as she smiled at the prince.

Behind her was a slightly smaller girl with the same nightly hair. Though naturally straight, it came down to the same length. They were matching outfits styled with black plaited skirts, button shirt down shirts and black blazers. Clean with sharp edges, their steps were matched as they walked in.

“Moja visina” They bowed in unison. (***)

“Mirna! Please say you have something! I can’t actually go!” Lux yelled.

 Ela sighed with one of the girls, the one with the straight hair, stood by her side. “Don’t listen to him. He’s just nervous.”

 Lux sat up with a glare directed at her.  “I am not nervous. School hasn’t changed in the last hundred years.”

 “Then it’s the people there that you’re afraid of.” Mirna answered in a flat tone.

Everyone looked at her, Ela worried and Lux with his mouth wide open. After a moment, Mirna’s sister spoke up.

“Don’t worry, we’ll be right by your side. No one will punch you in the face.” She reassured.

“How about a sword through my heart?” Lux stared the girl down, his face no longer as intense.

The room was quiet. Mirna sat beside him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “I won’t let that happen. I promised your father that nothing would happen to you.”

He pulled away from her and stared at a painting off to the side. “He doesn’t care. Now on earth, he doesn’t care. I’m nothing more than a pawn for him to move about.”

“He does care.” Ela rebutted quickly.

The other two girls turned to her. Lux didn’t. He kept staring at the painting. Ela sat by his legs and waited for him to notice her. He turned immediately.

“Your choice is still yours, and that’s what makes him anxious. But in the end-”

“My choice affects everyone we’ve ever come to know.” He finished coldly. The room stayed silent. He looked to Mirna. “Everyone that followed me through the fall, the retribution and war, it’s now all on me to fix that.”

“But it’s your choice.” Mirna answered softly.

Lux shook his head. “What choice?”

(***) Translation : My Highness

Most BS Yet- 2

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is the proper next part to The Most Basic Story Yet.

Still on the first floor was a round of seats assembled, matching the room’s aesthetic, and waiting were his parents. Lounging with her feet up on the ottoman, his mother had her eyes closed with the sunlight pouring right on top. Her gentle chocolate curls shimmered in the spotlight, and long slender fingers moving ever so slightly to brush them. The rest of her was no different, having more of the appearance of a twenty-year-old than a near forty-year-old one. Still, the minute she could hear his footsteps her long lashes fluttered open and he was greeted with a disarming smile. It was hard to be annoyed by the servant while looking at her, the joy from just being near her was already intoxicating.

His father stood by, looking around in thought. His hair didn’t have much curl to it rather it took on volume for it’s beauty. It was cut asymmetrical and the left side showed off the man’s natural highlights. Dressed in a royal suit, small badges and awards twinkled together as he turned. His eyes don’t hold as much joy as his mother did, rather focusing on the boy uneasily.

When Lux came to them, he bowed swiftly from the waist. “Father. Mother.”

“My darling.” His mother whispered in glee. She raised her hand as high as she could, and he met her there to allow a soft caress of the check. They shared a brief smile together.

His father coughed. “Has everything been packed?”

Lux broke away from his mother. “Yes. Everything is packed. There is just one more thing to consider.”

His parents waited.

“I don’t want to go.”

His mother slouched further in the chair while his father took a steady breath, holding onto the chair as he did.

“This is not up for discussion Lux. You chose the school and now you must follow through.” His father answered sternly.

At his side, Lux balled his fists. “I didn’t know a bunch of nobodies were going to be there. I don’t want to deal with them.”

His mother gave him a sympathetic look.

“You don’t want to deal with them or what you had done?” His father snapped back, waving a finger in his direction.

“Them.” Lux said loud and quick.

His mother stood up and placed herself between them. “Gentlemen, please. This is no time for fighting. Haven’t we all done enough of it?”

His father shot him a hard look. “I’m not sure. Lux?”

Lux shot the hard look right back, his rage boiling his insides. “I am not forcing anyone to do anything. It was their choice-”

“You are the reason they were sent here!” His father stepped past the mother and came right to Lux’s face, not mercy and sympathy anywhere on his face. “Your words have much more power and you know that.”

On his face, a grin broke on it. Slippery and sly, Lux leaned away from his father. “Anybody can sing, but it takes a real musician to get the crowd going.”

A hard slap echoed in the chamber and Lux stumbled back.

The mother instantly repositioned herself in front of her husband, frantically looking back at her son. “Antun, Antun! We mustn’t hit. He is egging you.”

“He knows better.”

The grin on Lux’s face slightly disappeared, the stinging sensation spread across his face and the feeling of cold metal pricking his nerves. His body curled itself but at the same time tried to position it to attack back. The sensation of want raced through the boy at lightning speed, sparking nerves and sending distant memories to his brain. He covered his mouth and looked at his parents.

The doors to the gallery burst open with a gust of wind rushing in past the two people entering.

“Princess Antonela Aklina Vitezic, your majesty.” The servant bowed and quickly vanished, closing the doors.

A small girl walked to the King, her dark hair flittering around her shoulders by the gust of wind. She smiled brightly at him, her chocolate eyes warm to the sight. The dress she had on was bright yellow and slowed around her ankles, which had a pair of shorts seen underneath when the girl spun around. When she was done she bowed playfully and laughed, her father joining her.

“Ela.” He embraced her in a small hug.

Ela turned to her brother slowly retreating to the wall. “What are you doing Lux?”

He rolled his eyes and removed his hand from his mouth, licking his lips for any blood. “Just speaking my mind, that’s all.”

Ela shook her head and pulled him away from the wall. He didn’t try to resist. She looked between the two men with a smile. “I heard the slap.”

The room went silent. Their mother sucked in a harsh breath.

“It was nothing.” Lux corrected standing straight. “Don’t worry yourself about it.”

Ela laughed into her hand. “I wasn’t. Knowing you, you probably deserved it.”

The parents suppressed a smile from their faces, just barely.

“Be nice you two.” Their father squeaked out.

Taking the mother’s hand, the parents made their leave in silence. The children watched as they go.


Fanfic: Vacation Descendants 3

“So who is this Santa Claus guy?”

The Isle was in full swing by late-afternoon.  Crowds swarmed the venders and inside was even worse with huddles around rickety conveyer belts and lines. The trio maneuvered around the town, ohhing and ahhing at the sights like tourist, The audience around them gawked and whispered. No one dared to meet their eyes, and many moved out of the way. Among the layers of dirt, some merchants had some interesting trinkets to sell, but unlike his companions Scott refrained from touching and messing with it all. Aleasa kept to his heels, poking and prodding some items when it peeked her fancy. Thomas on the other hand, knocked things over without much care, breaking sometimes.

Keeping an eye out for the kettle Hooligan wanted, Scott also was on the search for something else. Something slender, something thin. It was his very own staff that would appear in the same dimension he was in. The only problem was that he never knew where it would appear.

“Scott! Look at this windchime!”

He smiled over at Aleasa who held out a rusted windchime with forks dangling below, ringing out a decent pitch in the light breeze. He held a thumb out to her and turned back to his search. After looking through the bazaar, the old wheat mill, and at the bridge that was broken off, he sat down at the curb with a huff. The sky had streaks of orange, pink, and yellow running through it. He watched as the street urchins slowly evaporated into the slow coming darkness, the Isle suppressed by an eerie silence. Alone, he sat for some time.

Thomas and Aleasa found him right as the last of the sun had vanished and plopped themselves right at his side. Scott stayed silent.

“So what happened after the turbine came down?” Thomas asked with a glance at Scott.

  “The pansy was all like ‘dude, you can’t do that! It’s structurally unstable without it!’” Aleasa snickered with a quick wave of her hand. “So over course I took to not only reversing that piece of junk, but then I set it so the blades would come off their axle and you would have loved to see where it went then!”

Pausing, she glanced at Scott, dazing and distant. She bumped shoulders with him. He slowly turned to her.

“What happened after the blades got lose?” He said quietly and flat.

“Scott, hey. What’s up?” Thomas scooted closer to him.

He shook his head and gestured for them to continue. Neither of them did, waiting on Scott to spill. Instead he stood up and rubbed his forehead, his breathe being heavier then normal. They watched as he paced back and forth, silent and labored.

“Scott?” Thomas carefully stood up and approached him.

He stopped suddenly with his back turned them, one hand over his eyes and one clutching his stomach. Aleasa stood up and backed away. Thomas froze. Scott then bent over and knelt on to the ground, a stifled sob coming from him. Dropping their bags, they rushed to his side as he continued to curl up.

 “Scott? Talk to me. What is going on?” Thomas wrapped an arm around him desperate to get him up again; just to see his face.

“Scott, come on Scott. Get up please.” Aleasa sat on the other side trying to brush his hair and the sweat away.

On the ground, he choked on the sobs, squeezing around his stomach tighter and tighter. Nothing worked. The sweat continued to bead down his face, his chest tightening into a knot, there wasn’t enough air. Not for all of them. Heat rushed through him from somewhere unknown, and suddenly it was everywhere. In his hands, in his lungs, his bones, there was nothing like it.

Scott wouldn’t remove the hand over his eyes but Thomas and Aleasa could see what was happening. His pale skin darkened and crusted over into cool blue scales. Starting at his hands, they crusted over into black claws and scalely hands.

Thomas reached over to Aleasa and pulled away from him, rushing over to a nearby building. Rustling in his bag for a moment, he snapped the bag from Aleasa’s shoulder. She yelped as it did.  After a moment, he sneered at her.

“Where the hell are the blood extras?” He bared his teeth at her.

 “He drank them already. I couldn’t grab the ones in the basement.” Aleasa snapped back.

Thomas rolled his eyes. “So all that time I spent- It doesn’t matter.”

They rushed back to Scott who had progressed further into transformation up to his forearms. Both arms were now wrapped around his stomach and he looked up at them with tears in his eyes.  Aleasa wrapped around his shoulders and pulled him up as Thomas pulled up his sleeve to show off his clean forearm.

  “Scott, open up.”

One glance at him and Scott lurched against the ground, drool dripping despite of the pain.

“Scott come on, this is the only way.” Aleasa fought him keeping him off the ground. Glancing at Thomas, she bit her lip and nodded.

Taking a deep breath, Thomas grasped Scott’s head and forced it. Doing so, made Scott gasp and using it, he shoved his forearm into Scott’s mouth. The impact of the bite was instant. Suddenly there was nothing for Scott except the rush of hot liquid coming down his throat. The heat of the transformation subsided almost immediately, and it was all blood.

Above him Thomas winced and tried to not look as Scott bit down harder. Instead he kept eye contact with Aleasa, who made it easier for him by holding his chin up and faking a smile.

 After a minute, Scott released the hold and sat up. Thomas released a shaky breath and collapsed in his lap, burring his own tears. Aleasa scooted closer to Scott and laid her head on his shoulder.

“He’ll be okay. You both will be okay.” She brushed a tear away.

Scott carefully brushed the dark curls, making sure not to scare Thomas. “It’s getting worse. We can’t stay for very much longer. Whoever this is, whoever I took hold of,” He gestured to his body.” I don’t think our anatomies match.”

Thomas took a shaky breath and sat up, holding his bare forearm close to him. “A don’t think a vampire and a spawn can share the same body. That was a bit too much, even for me.”

Scott pulled him closed, humming in agreement. He shimmed his shoulders slightly, bouncing Aleasa’s head. “It was a fun vacation while it lasted.”

Aleasa nodded and closed her eyes for a moment. “Too bad we didn’t tell anyone where we were going before we left.”

Scott chuckled. “Looks like we’re on our own,” He looked to her and smiled. “That’ the way we want it right? Me, you, and curly-shirely here.”

Thomas sat up with a grin. “Why do I let you two talk me into these things?”

Scott and Aleasa smiled dramatically big at him. “Cause you’ll be bored without us.”

Standing up and collecting their things, Scott took a moment to look at Thomas’ forearm. Bruised and scared, there was a clear bite with the deepest marks at the canines and incisors. Following the curve there was a light indent of molars on his arm as well.

“It’s not the worse that’s ever happened.” Thomas chuckled awkwardly.

Scott raised a brow at him. “Really?”

Thomas’s slight smile dissipated. “No, no. That may have been. Please don’t get that thirsty again.”

Scott released his arm and shrugged. “With the spawning, I can’t tell if I am or not. It’s really confusing up here.” He knocked on the side of his head and gave a sheepish smile

Aleasa shook her head. “We didn’t sacrifice that orphan for no reason Scott.”

“I thought that was to get in contact with Guardian?” Scott narrowed his eyes and smiled.

Aleasa flipped her hand in a gesture of ‘either or’.

The two boys looked her over and snickered.

“Come on, it’s late. There’s a place nearby to sleep for tonight.” Thomas pointed to a brick building in sight.

The other two nodded and followed without a word. Inside, it was oddly painted with weird portraits, symbols and the phrase ‘long live evil’ all over.

Up Coming: Vacation Descendants

The descendants in the new Disney channel Movies, Disney Descendants, seem to be lacking that extra-ness their parents had. It’s a shame because the world they’re in is a neat thing, and it would be a shame for no one to wreck havoc on the place for a bit. And so that all is well, my characters will be adjusted to teenagers as the world seems to be over-runned with them.

Introducing my characters:

Scott Morgan– Blonde business CEO that has been around for nearly eighty-five years after his supposed death, looking no older than twenty five. With some non-matching eyes, he is sure to walk over anyone he needs to in order to get what he needs done.

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Aleasa Merriam – A woman with immense power, she doesn’t follow many and would rather track her own path in blood of enemies or friends. In her own story, she is known as Mother and is later killed in order to free the subjects of the mansion. Or was she? The dead should bleed even when not from around the same universe. 

Thomas– An other-world, old ethereal creature made from the debris of what was left after heaven and man fought. Alone and angry, no one is safe from his schemes and plots. He has no time for anyone, because they are all disposable. Except for one….

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This trio seems to be on their worst behaviors during their vacation, too bad for Auradon. >:D