~It feels like everyone's happy but meIt hurts more when I smile than when I cryThough I try to hold it back every day, though I try to hang in thereBut it's not working so wellRight now, what I need is your hand~ - (TXT) Run Away ----- ------ ------- ------ -------- ------- ------ Draco had never thought he would have the leisure of seeing Stefanos aboard, or even better, enter his humble tower. Leaving a stunned and flabbergasted Xenia behind, Draco left in a hurry with a dizzy Stefanos, who, due to his rut situation, wasn't really faring well. Not only was his wolf in turmoil, but his human body had lost a lot of energy as well, so when Draco and he had engaged in a fight, it was clear who was winning. Draco, of course. Making sure not to hurt him too much, Draco left the man for unconscious and soon asked, no- pleaded with Xenia to just go home for the day and that he would take Stefanos back. And to his surprise, the omega obliged, not ar
~Why you sad? I don’t know. I don’t knowSmile, say 'I love you'Look at me, even I gave up on myselfEven you can’t understand meYou say I’m unfamiliar, changed into the one you used to likeYou say I’m not myself which you knew wellNo? What do you mean no? I’m blindLove? What the heck is love? It’s all fake love~ - (BTS) Fake Love ----- ------- ------- ------- ------ -------- Stefanos: If it wasn’t the light bursting on my face from large the large window I would still find myself lying on a sweat and liquid covered bed for hours now. My limbs and hands felt like they haven’t been stretched in years and there was a profound ache coming from my lower side and my back. I wished at that moment I had some telekinetic powers so I could just bring those thick velvet curtains down because with all the mess that was my body I also hated the feeling of sunlight just poring on my face when I just woke up from the deadliest of times. With a lot of difficult
~This is the real you and this is the real meNow we've seen the end and not even resentment is leftI've woken up from the sweet dream and I close my eyesThis is the real you and this is the real me~ - (BTS) Outro: Tear ---- ----- ---- ----- ------ ---- ----- ------ Stefanos's eyes slowly drifted open as he heard the soft knocking on his door, before the knocker pulled open the door himself and in walked Draco, but he wasn't alone. From Stefanos sitting position on the bed, he watched as Draco ushered another man inside the room, perhaps in his forties, with a bushy moustache and spectacles that sat in the tip of his nose. "Stefanos de Vesilios?" The man asked, but for some reason, the said man couldn't bring himself to answer. All he did was stare. Which of course didn't sit well with the new comer, for soon Draco was covering for him. "Yes, that is him Mr Gregoire. He is the patient." "And does his illness also state that he is mute?" "Yes
~Even though I haven't seen my limitsBut if it exists, It's probably youI wanted to be the tender wavesBut why didn't I know you were the sea?What do I do?~ - (BTS) Best Of Me ------ ---------- ----- ------- Stefanos: Draco stood there awkwardly, nibbling on his lips as his eyes searched from Xenia to me in silence. I couldn’t blame him, if it was me standing between a tense atmosphere of pheromones I would have lost it but seemingly Draco being our friend maybe he felt the genuine need to solve things between us. “So…” He started, trying to make at least one of us to talk. But my insides were in a shambles because I was suddenly hit by some of the memories of one week ago when I attacked Xenia like a beast. The moment when I pushed her against that tree and guarded her from Draco. By Luna…that must have hurt… “Huh?” It was Xenia. She was looking up at me in confusion, and so was Draco but there was also a slight trace of a smirk lurking behind that s
~I am afraidI am shatteredI’m so afraidThat you will leave me again in the endOnce again I put on a mask and go to see you~ -(BTS) Truth Untold ----- ------- ------- ------- ------ ------ "They are gone aren't they?" "What are?" "The flowers. The one that just bloomed. They are gone right?" Silence. "Just tell me already Sire, it's written all over than grin you have plastered on your face." "What is?" "THAT THE FLOWERS WERE STOLEN!" "Why ask if you know?" "So they were?" "Wraya, I'm trying to have a peaceful breakfast." Stefanos interjected, placing his spoon down and staring dead beat at the dragon who munched on a huge piece if raw meat carelessly. "Then stop grinning like a maniac." "Know your pl-" "My place, yes, I know. How can I forget? When I'm always busy saving a certain master’s sorry butt, how can I forget my place huh? When I'm- ALRIGHT I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY I'LL GET OUT NOW!" Wraya screamed the last bit when Stefanos lunged at
~I wish love was perfect as love itselfI wish all my weaknesses could be hiddenI grew a flower that can’t be bloomed in a dream that can’t come true~ -(BTS) Fake Love ------ -------- ------ ----- -------- ---- Stefanos: Three months later: I was watching Xenia go over the meadow picking out flowers, claiming she wanted to make more flower crowns for the little kids at the market place, but I had a brief idea for what she was taking those. “Are you sure you should be plucking those out? What if the owner of the place is secretly watching us?” I asked, almost in reference to what she does in my garden. Xenia stopped for a moment to gaze at me with a look of realisation before she shook her head. “If that was the case then whoever he or she is would have stopped us a long time ago, but looks like there really isn’t any owner who cares for this meadow as much as us.” “How would you know? What if he’s there and he’s just letting us steal them because he thinks we
~I'm the one I should love in this worldShining me, precious soul of mineI finally realized so I love meNot so perfect but so beautifulI'm the one I should love~ -(BTS) Epiphany ------------- --------- ------ ---------- -----Time seemed like a sloth to Stefanos ever since he had read the letter sent by his younger brother Keke. To him it felt like everything in the world had slowed down, the every single inhabitant of the world had stopped mid-point to watch him, to analyse him, to see how he would react to the news of his father's death.The news of his only remaining family’s death.And how he reacted to it you ask? Well, that was...complicated.Stefanos went about his life.After reading the letter, Wraya had greeted him with a melancholic voice, as if scared to disturb his master or hurt him. He offered to make himself tea, or just to help him get to bed and rest, but Stefanos denied it all. Instead the man occupied himself with sorting the numerous seeds in his se
~We've changed, you know?Just like everyone, you know?Yes, I hate you, you left meBut I never stopped thinking about you, not even a dayI miss you, honestly, but I’ll erase you'Cause it hurts less than to blame you~ - (BTS) Spring Day ------- ------- ------- ------ ------- ---------- Stefanos: It was during the early hours of the day when I finally found myself back in the manor of so many memories, with some cherish able and some covered with the malice and hatred that I had deeply rooted inside my heart. I release a huff of breath and I was make my way towards the giant gate that was of the manor, palms sweaty and lips shivering due to the early morning chilliness. There was a lot to come from my step mother after what I did to her sons, but I was ready to face it all, if it meant this would be the last time I would be coming here. The gate opened and inside I went, the butlers and servants bowing their head in respect as they went on and about their
Have you ever wondered, what could be the difference between something that sounded just the same as another, only that they weren't same at all, and instead were complete opposites? Did it ever occur to you that sometimes, we often used them together, calling them to be the same and not knowing its true definition or even if we did, we didn't really care. We didn't really care what it meant unless something tragic happened to us, and we are forced to look into its deeper meaning. One such thing, was this. The definition of loving yourself. To many, it sounds like a narcissistic thing to do, thinking too high of oneself or feeling like they are better than everyone else in all aspects. Yes, that is what many think loving yourself means. But that, my dear readers, is where we confuse ourselves. Loving yourself is not narcissistic, it's...embracing yourself. Because not every single person out there believes they are better than others, that they are higher in status, prettier, or a
~I'm cryingThat’s disappearedThat’s fallenLeft alone in this sandcastleLooking at this broken mask And I still want youBut I still want you~ - (BTS) The Truth Untold ------ -------- ------- -------- ------ A cold silence fell over the room as the seven young man took in every words just uttered by one of them. No words escaped their lips, no thought spoken out loud, for not only were their minds clouded at that moment, but their hearts began shattering as well. They did not know these people, never even met them and here they were, mourning at the loss the masked man had to go through, grieving alongside him and the one that told Niccolo the story. To them this was a story that was life changing, and it wasn't an exaggeration, it was a fact, and they were the proof. For now, they felt like they were seeing the world a little differently. "It was after their return from Elixie." Niccolo slowly started again, wiping his glasses with a handkerchief absentminded
~I started to become greedyI wanted to live with you, grow old with youHold your wrinkled handsAnd say how warm my life was~ -(Ailee) I Will Go To You Like The First Snow --------- --------- ----------- ------- -------- "Dear Stefanos, If you are reading this, then I guess you already know what has happened. That I'm gone. But we made a promise, didn't we? To share our final secret with each other? So I'm writing this to you, wishing and hoping that you find it like I hope you will. This is the first time I'm actually writing a letter to someone, and it will probably be the last. It feels odd how I had never really used my ability to write once childhood had left me. And now here I am. You see, when I was but seven years old, a healer had told my father I was ill, and that I would die young. Terrified, he decided to look for a cure amongst plants and herbs. Up until then, our lives had been nothing but merry, just what a seven year old child could wish for. My f
~Maybe back thenA littleJust this muchIf I had the courage to stand before youWould everything be different now~ - (BTS) The Truth Untold --------- ---------- --------- --------- ---------- Stefanos: I still want you… Even after the news of Xenia’s death, even after Draco broke down in front of me, even after I found myself blacking out in the middle of the market place I was still stuck with one thought for the last five days. Xenia was no more. My omega, the first person who made me open up, my mate…the precious part of my soul was no more. How is it that just two months ago you see the person you love the most near you, happy, alive and breathing only to realise the next moment that you were too late. Too late to ever see them again. I had never felt this level of despair, had never felt like life was this empty. Nothing had ever compared to this, to losing my love. I couldn’t imagine a worse pain than this. It literally felt like my heart was bein
~When it comes 2UThere's no crimeLet's take both of our soulsAnd intertwineWhen it comes 2UDon't be blindWatch me speak from my heartWhen it comes 2UComes 2U~ - (Justin Bieber) 2U ------ -------- --------- ------- ------- ----- Three days remained until the Flower Festival was to take place. Three days until the village of Vesilios had a chance to finally see the Smeraldo flower in its true form and not just a tale told from books. Three days until the villagers had a chance to actually buy it for the offering. But the one to sell them was nowhere to be seen. Stefanos stared out of his bedroom window, down at the garden with a firm look, as if he could not understand where his math calculation had gone wrong. Although he was high up, Stefanos could easily spot the vibrant colours of the Smeraldo's as they bloomed for a new day. He had been so excited to tell Xenia all about it. His adventures in trying to obtain the seeds from the Elk Forest, how it took him
~Bloomed in a garden of lonelinessA flower that resembles youI wanted to give it to youAfter I take off this foolish mask~ - (BTS) The Truth Untold ---------- ------------ ---------- ------------ ----- Stefanos: The seeds were in a soft mixture in shades of pink, purple and blue. They were beautiful, even as a seed they were glowing like Safire’s and Jade’s. How come something like this so magical and ethereal exist and I had no idea about them? Just watching those sitting on my bedroom table on a jar still had me questioning how I managed to have these. Was this really the famous Smeraldo flower seeds like everyone is talking about? Flower seeds were more precious than anything to me and knowing that I had these seeds in my possession really flattered me. Usually I had a manual on how to grow different plants but this time I was left with no choice but myself, I’ve searched around everywhere for any book containing the basics of growing this flower but ther
~I'm shaking and afraid but I keep going forwardI'm meeting the real you, hidden in the stormWhy did I want to hide my precious self like this?What was I so afraid of?Why did I hide my true self?~ -(BTS) Epiphany ------ ------- -------- ------- ------- ------ "Sire, let me come with you." "No Wraya, I have this under control." "Those men said there are dangerous creatures in there, you need me." "Those men like telling tales to get into people's head, and judging by your reaction, I believe they succeeded." "Even then, let me come with you." "You will draw too much attention Wraya." "Sire-" "What is going on?" Came a different voice than that of the said dragon’s master, making Stefanos and Wraya almost jump out of their skins. "Merciful Luna! Do that again and I will ban you from getting inside my tower!" Stefanos shrieked at Draco, clutching his heart in the process while the blond only watched with a frown. "You can't ban me, you need me." "Why does everyo
~The only thing I can doIn the gardenIn this worldIs to bloom a pretty flower that resembles youAnd to breathe as the me that you knowBut I still want youI still want you~ -(BTS) The Truth Untold ---------- ----------- ----------- ----------- --------- Stefanos: I needed seeds. Yes, seeds. The first and only thing that I remembered as soon as I woke up the next morning. All my plants were dying and Xenia needed more money and if this is the only way to help her, I should do my best. “Wraya!” In no time the dragon was flying over to my room, tensed on why I was summoning him at this early hours of the day. “Yes sire, you called?” Landing swiftly on the ground he stood with his hinge legs folded on the front. “We need to go buy more seeds, Xenia is in desperate need for money and I need to help her.” I dragged myself from the bed and walked back and forth, my eyebrows furrowed in deep thought on what seeds will be more beneficial. “But sire…haven’t you
~Loving youIs such a painful thingFeelings that can’t be emptiedIs such a sad thingMy dear, don’t forgetMy unstoppable love~ - (Davichi) Forgetting You, Moon Lovers Scarlett Heart Ryeo Stefanos stared at himself in the mirror, for the first time over a decade, he had unveiled the long mirror in his room as he stared at his reflection, his lips pressed into a thin line. While he remained calm on the outside, his insides seemed like they would explode from the pressure he was building inside him, his hand turning red from how tight he had fisted them. Meanwhile, Wraya leaned his large head against the window with a bored expression, his eyelids hooded in real boredom. "Sire, what are you doing?" "Staring at myself in the mirror Wraya." "I can see that, but why?" This had Stefanos’s attention, as he glanced at the reflection of Wraya, loosening a little bit of pressure. "What do you mean why? Aren't you happy? Surprised? Your master is looking at himself in the