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Moth
Moth stumbled back when Lucian pushed him. His antennae flattened into his hair. An unidentified feeling burned in him and there was a primal urge to push Lucian back. But the feeling drained away a split second later.
Ellis had collapsed; he was in Lucian’s arms, limp, as if unconscious. His eyes glistened with an otherworldly blue light as he stared off into the distance. A few boys crowded around as Lucian half led, half carried Ellis to a bench.
The golden faerie dropped his sword, duel forgotten.
It had not occurred to him that Ellis might lose control of himself in the middle of sparring. The potential of an accident, of being seconds away from giving Ellis an injury, sent a jolt of nerves through Moth’s body. What if he had done something wrong and didn’t realize? Was the Stormwatcher prince in any pain?
Moth hugged himself and followed the two brothers. “Ellis? Did I… Will he be alright?”
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Jasper
Jasper directed his focus on Wilhelm. The way the young Kemp boy had said those words… He had hardly spoken at all, but there was a quiet conviction behind those emerald eyes.
Jasper played with his sword hilt, which was encrusted with pale green gems. He absent-mindedly scratched at the gems with his fingernails and held Wilhelm’s gaze as he did so.
Something distracted him, however.
A small group of boys had congregated near one of the fencing strips. The two Stormwatcher heirs were limping away from it and settling down on a bench. The younger Stormwatcher had been in a duel. He was completely out of it now. His brother must have saved him in the nick of time.
Already? The new prince had fallen prey to himself already?
Ellis – as Jasper had resolved to remember – was the kind of prince who wore a brave, responsible face, but was really just a boy. The kind that most trusted, even though he probably didn’t do any real good in such a state.
Standing beside the Stormwatchers, radiating fear – wonder of wonders – was that disgusting furred thing.
Jasper barely cared about Wolfgang’s lively words, and his staring match with Wilhelm was no longer of immediate concern. He stared across the gym.
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Jack
“I came here to learn about other kingdoms as well, actually. My kingdom is very small and a bit isolated. This is my chance to learn from some of my peers.” Jack tapped his bow against his leg as he talked. “Also, there’s a bigger library here than at home. I was about to go there now. Would you… like to join me?”
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Lucian“He’ll be alright. This is normal. Just… give him a moment.” Lucian’s voice was calm and reassuring. He looked casually around the rest of the gym as he waited, partially standing in front of Ellis to hide him from view. His eyes caught someone else’s. Across the room, with a spotless outfit and sword strapped to his side, was someone he thought he recognized. Usually, Lucian would look away, but the stranger’s gaze was more than just innocent curiosity. Lucian stared back, eyes narrowing. When the stranger noticed, Lucian lifted his chin slightly. He didn’t look away until Ellis began to shift in his peripheral vision.
He looked down. The glow in Ellis’ eyes finally began to fade. Ellis blinked once, twice, and then the eye on his forehead closed. Lucian crouched down, trying to be the first one to catch his attention.
“What did you see?” He asked, quiet, but firm. Ellis didn’t answer. For a moment, he looked around confused, then his face and ears reddened as he realized what had happened. Feeling humiliated, he stood to retrieve his rapier. “I want a rematch.”
“Ellis, no,” Lucian immediately argued. He quickly stepped past his brother and snatched up the sword. “You just-”
“I’m fine now,” Ellis cut him off. “We can go again.” His jaw was set, and his gaze was sharp and commanding. Stubborn. Lucian stared at him for a long moment.
“Fine.” Annoyance flashed across his face. He tossed the rapier back to Ellis, who caught it by the handle. “Don’t let me get in the way.”
Obstacle now overcome, Ellis’ sharpness disappeared. He went back to looking embarrassed as he turned to face Moth. Lucian partially dispersed the group of curious onlookers with several frustrated waves of his hand. Then he turned and walked purposefully towards the gym’s exit.
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Sorry for derailing everything. I just really wanted to, I guess.
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that disgusting furred thing.
Ok, first of all, how dare you. My sweet golden child has done nothing wrong ever.
Secondly, that boy is under Ari, Lois, and Ellis protection.
And third of all, how dare you.
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Bryce
“Oh yeah, I’ll come along,” Bryce said, maintaining his casual look. Really, Bryce wanted to kick himself. There was a library, a big one, most likely packed with loads of information. And did he think to look there for information? No.
“Just give me a second.” He went over and picked up his throwing-sword, putting it back with the other blunted blades. Turning back and approaching Jack, Bryce gave a faint smile. “So, do you know how to get to this library? Because I have no idea, unless there’s a convenient map.”
Kavan hit his head so hard once that he dreamed he was a loaf of bread.
how dare you
Wow, you’re fixing to assassinate Jasper already. XD Valid, valid.
My sweet golden child has done nothing wrong ever.
Not yet. I don’t want him to come off as perfect, because he has flaws, but it’s difficult to show them so far. He likes people too much right now.
Moth
Moth’s shoulders relaxed in relief, his antennae still twitching nervously. Ellis is alright.
The boy wore a look of shame on his face – a strange thing to be feeling – and already held his sword in hand again. Stubborn, he was. His focus had returned, but he scowled, the playfulness of their sparring replaced with frustration.
Moth did not pick up his own sword. He looked at Ellis, at Lucian’s retreating back, and back again. “The barometric pressure has changed. It is not good for your concentration, oh Stormwatcher mine. Perhaps… Perhaps we should take a longer break?”
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Wow, you’re fixing to assassinate Jasper already.
Nah just was feeling a bit spunky last night
Not yet. I don’t want him to come off as perfect, because he has flaws, but it’s difficult to show them so far. He likes people too much right now.
No hush he’s perfect
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Ellis
Ellis opened his mouth to respond, but then closed it. It was harder to argue with Moth than it was with Lucian. His head was still fuzzy and confused. The moments between the duel and waking up on the bench were completely blank. Anything could have happened. What had everyone seen? He tapped the handle of the rapier with his thumb as he looked around the room, then at Moth, then at the floor. “If that’s what you wish,” he responded quietly. He walked back to the bench, still holding his sword, and sat down again. He was a bit nervous to ask, but he looked up at Moth. “How long was it?”
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No hush he’s perfect
Pffff
Moth
“Only a matter of minutes. I thought maybe I hurt you. You must tell people about this before you spar with them. If not for your sake, at least for my nerves, please.”
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You know, Ari would probably love any excuse to beat Jasper up, so let’s not give him too much incentive, okay? (Unless you want a fight…if so then go for it. But people will get hurt, Ari included even if he won’t really care)
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
But then, Moth is a fairy. I don’t know how his magic system works exactly, but he can probably hold his own.
Which is actually one reason Ari likes him.
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
It’s so funny that we all already don’t like Jasper, but out of all our characters, Ari and maybe Lucian are the only ones who really know that he’s bad. And Remi if he would stop being delusional.
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Jack
“We can ask one of the servants. Come on.” Jack returned his bow to the rack it came from, and the two boys walked together outside.
The sun was higher in the sky now, shining brightly. Jack smiled, enjoying the fresh air. It was a beautiful day. A soft breeze tousled his hair and gently pushed along a few fluffy clouds in the blue sky. Boys milled about the grass, chatting happily.
It didn’t take long to locate someone wearing the dark colored servant’s uniform. He was a friendly old gardener who was more than happy to give them directions. The two boys gave him their thanks and headed inside the main building.
“What’s neuroscience the study of?” Jack asked as they mounted one of the grand staircases. “Do you think there will be books on the subject here?”
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Ellis
Yes, Mother.
Ellis bit back the retort. He almost laughed at himself, but that was quickly clouded over by his frustrated mood. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees and looked around the room. “No need to worry. I’m sure most of the academy is aware of it now.”
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