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2024-10-29 19:42:56Sleepy
Smile, wink, sip, and don't think; these have been my rules for what feels like an eternity.
Thinking about the past is painful; therefore, I've spent the last pathetic three years of my life drinking and partying like the cowardly prince that I was born as.
Oberon.
Fuck. My name doesn't fit me at all. Sleepy is what my friends call me by, and yes, ever since a random monster appeared from a random portal and annihilated my entire family, I have started to see the other fairies as my friends and family.
We all have lived inside a hotel room for three years, partying and doing non-fairy stuff, like smoking weed and shrinking hookers, but things are about to change. My calling is here, and I can tell my fellow fairy people are excited to see me brimming with energy again. Indeed, they would support me if I chose to drink away my life, but they seem to prefer seeing actual life back inside my eyes.
And it all began with her, a woman, of
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AlyssaIt feels like my heart is shattering repeatedly and turning into mere shards of its former self. I'm sniffling in my bed, leaning against the wall with dull eyes while Sleepy is sitting next to me. The tall fairy is staring at his naked feet, playing with his toes while saying nothing."It hurts," I tell him.The fairy sighs and leans his chin against his knees. His arms are hugging his leg. "Of course it does,"I laugh at his honesty, despite the sharp, excruciating pain trying to kill me from within. "You're supposed to say something comforting!"His mouth twitch, and one of his fingers touch his lips as he turns his attention to me. "Like what? Do you want me to state the obvious and tell you Azrael is a dick, because please, I knew it from the beginning!"Shockingly, I laugh out loud at that, snorting and everything. Tears sprout from my eyes, and my lips curl high up on my face. "What's with you two and your constant war?!"
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Alyssa Eating breakfast isn't the same the following day. As I slump down the stairs, I can already smell Maze and hear her laughter reverberating through the air. Maze is Azrael's mate, and yet I'm green with envy seeing them together when I walk into the shared kitchen. Maze is talking while sitting on top of the table, dangling her legs. Azrael must have tended to the wound on her foot. He is still holding her foot between his palms, absentmindedly touching the bandaid that wasn't there the last time I saw Maze. "Mhm," Maze must have replied to something Azrael said before I walked into the kitchen. The couple still hasn't even noticed me pouring milk into a cereal bowl. "I've been traveling the world together with Alyssa's grandma for years; we have been everywhere-..." "You traveled with my grandma?" I interrupt and catch the attention of Maze straight away. At first, Maze blinks as if not recognizing me, but then a slow smile spread over
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Sleepy I never thought revealing my true identity to Alyssa could be so much fun. First, her sweet eyes pop wide open, and then she stands there, looking me up and down apprehensively. "Oh, I didn't realize you're royalty," A red tint has taken her cheeks while she seems deep in thought. Curious, I've never seen Alyssa shy around me before. "Does this mean I have to bow now?" I laugh. "I'm still me, and I've always been of royal blood, so it would be weird if you started treating me differently now... Besides, you're of royal blood too, aren't you?" "Yeah..." Alyssa is staring down at the ground with her skin painted red, and Maze rolls her eyes at us before sighing dramatically. Unfortunately, I can't say I'm a big fan of the werewolf. She might be Alyssa's childhood friend, but her aura is sinister and nasty. "Really?" Maze shakes her head disapprovingly at Alyssa. "You want both Azrael and the fairy? You're so greedy!" She angrily w
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AlyssaI stare at Azrael, unable to move because he has hit me with the truth. The strings of my heart are playing a tune of surrender. It's tired of running from the spiraling heat in my chest.And I agree—I can't flee forever. Not when Azrael's eyes are imprinted into my mind. He is like a spreading infection. When he was gone, I couldn't focus. It was like someone had taken all the colors from my eyes and painted the sky black.I was in pain when Azrael was gone, and now he is here—so why can't I just be honest with myself and take what I want? Why am I afraid?I wet my lips. "We should..."I can't finish the sentence. Something unnamed is swelling between us, warm and tender. It gives life to Azrael's eyes, and his features show radiant humor. Does he have to be so beautiful? He gives me sappy butterflies without even trying."We should what?" Azrael is watching me while walking. "Fuck? Because that would be a great idea."
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