Media people flock the lawn of Cerise's apartment, yelling at her to come out. Jean remains unbothered, earphones plugged in his ears as he buries himself in the sheets of Cerise's bed, shirtless and way too comfortable for her liking."Jean this is serious," Cerise's anxiety doesn't help with the situation, there's an uncountable amount of reporters outside her house and Jean, the headline of every article is laying down on her bed as if he was a flower just getting ready to bloom, not a problem in the world.From many media outlets spreading such ridiculous statements, ranging from Jean having given up on his career to Cerise selling the company (as they've been spotted yesterday going to the Dellancy manor) she couldn't fathom whether what she's done up to now was right. All she knows is that she followed her gut with Jean's opinions heavily influencing it.Her phone has been blowing up since 5 am, she found herself in a position unable to move as she'd rerea
Cerise wasn't aware fighting was this exciting as well as tiring. All her life, she couldn't remember herself using her abilities as she did now, making aurums fly to the walls, make buildings shake to its very core, and drain oxygen from any area she wanted to. It was as if she didn't have any limits, and the power may have come with being Queen which she wasn't sure of until she actually tried. The time she had given Trinity his titan energy, a new awakening she drowned in, numbed herself to the last cell in her body until she was reborn. She remembered everything down to the last detail and it's a miracle she even knows how to defend herself. Speaking of energies, it seems as if she knows more about herself whenever Jean is around. A resonance formed between them and it syncs their power with one another. it was as if Jean was the missing puzzle piece, the soulmate, the king of the palace. "Lady watch out!" Nicholas hollers. A guard had just thrown something lit w
Nicholas doesn't remember the last time he was filled with so much anger. He's been betrayed and he doesn't know for how long. His lover was his life, his only source of energy and having him taken away was like losing his own sanity and soul. Gleeful. Joyful. That's what he used to be throughout those moments he was far from his partner yet he knew he was waiting for him no matter their distance. It's a shame. Everything's all turned into dust now. His lover was now dust. Crying was no option. Nicholas takes the engagement ring off of the finger of the skeleton, grinding his teeth as he does. He turns around and faces Janoir who he knows is fearful of him as of this moment. Janoir was just a young adult, who knew almost nothing about the world. He was close to innocent if it wasn't for his bad experience. Knowing himself, he'd never do something to harm anyone else and it wasn't his fault he was born into such a problematic family either. He had no c
The moon shone its brighest above paradise city, fairies flying all over the place in migration and no other being knows why. Its a rare sight and Cerise and Jean watch it from the gigantic window of Cerise's apartment. Peace lit over them, Cerise was reading Jean an article about his current works and they laughed as she opened one referring to their relationship. Cerise however, was awkwardly squirming in her seat, Jean had leaned on her shoulder and continued talking and the subject matter right now was doing no help.It leaves Cerise confused, what exactly were they? They were closer than best friends but nothing more than that so why exactly does she have weird inhibitions whenever Jean is around?Jean is a mystery she has to solve. They're close alright, but she knows nothing else about Jean aside from the revelation that was brought on during the fight.Unlike her, Jean knew all the stories about her childhood, her parents and all the things that makes th
Days in Faradiso were always beautiful, the people rivaled the sun as the only star that shone brightest. Big smiles are shared amongst aurums and the hollows wander the forests of the city. It seems that all is peaceful, no danger lingers in the alleyways of the city of Paradise.For the past months however, Rubylust and their employees find themselves in a difficult position, one of their stars has caused great misconduct. The media was everywhere and its to be expected but for the standards of this city, this was all new and unfamiliar to them, leading them to panic.Nicholas sat at home, watching the news."Tsk," He picks up his coffee from the table that was placed over a newspaper that stated the same articles about Rubylust and Jean."How unfortunate." He stands up and gets ready to go out, hair combed and weapons hidden, just for emergency. Nicholas had one person in mind throughout the time he was watching the scandals, Cerise.When night
Prisoners of Gold, that's what the citizens call them. Outside, in the desert, is a red zone where aurums are wild and free to do as they want, no rule bounds them. The red zone is known for war occurring nearly everyday, between groups of powerful aurums living in the desert. The country of Fiveisla is separated not by bodies of water but by mass desolations. The reason why Faradiso has walls taller than the heavens is to block such aurums from invading the city.Today seems to be that day.Cerise was awoken by a loud ringing and people screaming, there seems to be a commotion outside.The siren of the city hall rung throughout Faradiso, it only ever does during calamities or emergencies.Cerise uncurls herself from her position, wiping the tears away as she cried because of Jean's situation. She walks toward the glass wall, peering down at the streets. There she sees aurums, attacking one another. One of them flew upwards and threw a car at a crowd. The
Yzander was a leader, a boss, the alpha of a pack. So when he and his entire mob got caught two years ago by ARIA, it was his whole responsibility to get them out. He was the father of a hundred men with millions of connections that proved to be useless the moment they refused to help in getting them out.ARIA had caught them during a raid once, their president, Louejone had chased them down to the very last man until they were all detained.They did business within and outside the walls of Faradiso, and it's still a surprise they got caught since they've spent the past decades doing it with no sign of danger to their group.Yzander had a terrible power, one that had himself touching the necks of swans and aurums and they're immediately under hypnosis, moving to his commands. He was the puppet master. A puppet master whose strings were taken away.Curse Louejone!Yzander wished he'd rot in the underworld, much worse than he would.His last c
Waking up in an underground house seems unideal, but Cerise is excited. She wonders, how many hours, days and weeks since she last saw Sal. She's woken everybody up with the noise she's making, scrambling for tools in the boxes in the corner. Yzander and his friend has seen better days, used to the luxury that was provided with them being part of an illegal business, some would call it a mafia, for being too rich and too powerful. Even the rehabilitation rooms in ARIA were far better than this, bunk beds and cement walls reek of poverty. It's ironic, he thinks. For the safe house to belong to the Dellancy family as he's heard, this was awfully substandard. "It's time we look for Janoir and get my friend." Cerise announces, playing with her sweater before folding it and places it on the bed. "Again, Cerise, it's risky" Nicholas acts like her father, bitter and demanding. Cerise has long waited for this. For the moment she'd get to see Sal again. Janoir was no
People of Gold are powerful, and if an unbalanced society were to be created because of them? It is up to the royals to restore peace.Nicholas stood by the entrance of the safe house, watching from the shrubs acting as walls of the garden. He, Cerise, and Yzander were directly on top of it. Conversing, devising a plan to stop this chaos with all their willpower.It's gotten to the point that Cerise would risk her life for people she doesn’t know, to the point that even if she’s unable to fully control her abilities, if it means she’ll get everything back to normal she’ll do it.As Yzander stated, he had told his ‘friends’ to get some help outside of the city but he remains highly suspicious to both Cerise and Nicholas. Cerise feels guilt. Observing the way Yzander carries himself. So tough and rough yet his facial features scream fragile danger. She ponders at the thought of the deal she made with the doctor, giving up Yzande
Thinking of someone can be difficult. Especially when they’re somewhere far, somewhere you don’t know about.The worst-case scenario would be them in danger and the best would be they left for the better, for themselves, but Cerise knows Jean wouldn’t leave her like that.In Cerise’s eyes, Jean is her healer, her guardian. At the same time her definition of love, her partner, and their light.Months back, Jean had Cerise wrapped around his finger almost immediately. At first, Cerise almost thought that he was toying with her but then hardship came and she felt the sincerity with every step they took. The staircase is too high up to see the end, and Cerise hopes she’ll continue walking this staircase further with Jean back in her arms.It might not have seen like it, but Cerise adores and cares for Jean with the deepest and most passionate emotion she has.
"Let's keep going" Nicholas heaves, tired from all the fighting. After some nitwit hearing that they have a safe place, the lot of them tried to follow, asking to come with, but Nicholas, acting as a leader, refuses to risk the lives of his companions. Strangers are a threat, and this doctor is enough.Where could Janoir be? Cerise keeps asking herself, head spinning from all the thoughts and the tiring walk. Sal tries to distract her but talking is taking so much out of her that the hollow takes it as a sign to shut up."Janoir could be back at his house," Nicholas states, earning himself a questioning look from Halo and Cerise."Why would he go there when he knows the way to the underground house?""I mean his actual house," Nicholas pauses, reminices the happenings that occurred in that damned place. "the mansion,"Cerise quietly slows down, her guess might be right. Janoir might have come for his sister.The thought of spending the next
Waking up in an underground house seems unideal, but Cerise is excited. She wonders, how many hours, days and weeks since she last saw Sal. She's woken everybody up with the noise she's making, scrambling for tools in the boxes in the corner. Yzander and his friend has seen better days, used to the luxury that was provided with them being part of an illegal business, some would call it a mafia, for being too rich and too powerful. Even the rehabilitation rooms in ARIA were far better than this, bunk beds and cement walls reek of poverty. It's ironic, he thinks. For the safe house to belong to the Dellancy family as he's heard, this was awfully substandard. "It's time we look for Janoir and get my friend." Cerise announces, playing with her sweater before folding it and places it on the bed. "Again, Cerise, it's risky" Nicholas acts like her father, bitter and demanding. Cerise has long waited for this. For the moment she'd get to see Sal again. Janoir was no
Yzander was a leader, a boss, the alpha of a pack. So when he and his entire mob got caught two years ago by ARIA, it was his whole responsibility to get them out. He was the father of a hundred men with millions of connections that proved to be useless the moment they refused to help in getting them out.ARIA had caught them during a raid once, their president, Louejone had chased them down to the very last man until they were all detained.They did business within and outside the walls of Faradiso, and it's still a surprise they got caught since they've spent the past decades doing it with no sign of danger to their group.Yzander had a terrible power, one that had himself touching the necks of swans and aurums and they're immediately under hypnosis, moving to his commands. He was the puppet master. A puppet master whose strings were taken away.Curse Louejone!Yzander wished he'd rot in the underworld, much worse than he would.His last c
Prisoners of Gold, that's what the citizens call them. Outside, in the desert, is a red zone where aurums are wild and free to do as they want, no rule bounds them. The red zone is known for war occurring nearly everyday, between groups of powerful aurums living in the desert. The country of Fiveisla is separated not by bodies of water but by mass desolations. The reason why Faradiso has walls taller than the heavens is to block such aurums from invading the city.Today seems to be that day.Cerise was awoken by a loud ringing and people screaming, there seems to be a commotion outside.The siren of the city hall rung throughout Faradiso, it only ever does during calamities or emergencies.Cerise uncurls herself from her position, wiping the tears away as she cried because of Jean's situation. She walks toward the glass wall, peering down at the streets. There she sees aurums, attacking one another. One of them flew upwards and threw a car at a crowd. The
Days in Faradiso were always beautiful, the people rivaled the sun as the only star that shone brightest. Big smiles are shared amongst aurums and the hollows wander the forests of the city. It seems that all is peaceful, no danger lingers in the alleyways of the city of Paradise.For the past months however, Rubylust and their employees find themselves in a difficult position, one of their stars has caused great misconduct. The media was everywhere and its to be expected but for the standards of this city, this was all new and unfamiliar to them, leading them to panic.Nicholas sat at home, watching the news."Tsk," He picks up his coffee from the table that was placed over a newspaper that stated the same articles about Rubylust and Jean."How unfortunate." He stands up and gets ready to go out, hair combed and weapons hidden, just for emergency. Nicholas had one person in mind throughout the time he was watching the scandals, Cerise.When night
The moon shone its brighest above paradise city, fairies flying all over the place in migration and no other being knows why. Its a rare sight and Cerise and Jean watch it from the gigantic window of Cerise's apartment. Peace lit over them, Cerise was reading Jean an article about his current works and they laughed as she opened one referring to their relationship. Cerise however, was awkwardly squirming in her seat, Jean had leaned on her shoulder and continued talking and the subject matter right now was doing no help.It leaves Cerise confused, what exactly were they? They were closer than best friends but nothing more than that so why exactly does she have weird inhibitions whenever Jean is around?Jean is a mystery she has to solve. They're close alright, but she knows nothing else about Jean aside from the revelation that was brought on during the fight.Unlike her, Jean knew all the stories about her childhood, her parents and all the things that makes th
Nicholas doesn't remember the last time he was filled with so much anger. He's been betrayed and he doesn't know for how long. His lover was his life, his only source of energy and having him taken away was like losing his own sanity and soul. Gleeful. Joyful. That's what he used to be throughout those moments he was far from his partner yet he knew he was waiting for him no matter their distance. It's a shame. Everything's all turned into dust now. His lover was now dust. Crying was no option. Nicholas takes the engagement ring off of the finger of the skeleton, grinding his teeth as he does. He turns around and faces Janoir who he knows is fearful of him as of this moment. Janoir was just a young adult, who knew almost nothing about the world. He was close to innocent if it wasn't for his bad experience. Knowing himself, he'd never do something to harm anyone else and it wasn't his fault he was born into such a problematic family either. He had no c