[ 𝑭𝑰𝑹𝑺𝑻 𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑴 ]
'* . ° " i waited for hundreds
of years, only to feel
unsatisfied of this
love we force to feel. " ° . *'
𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 celeste waited for th...
; 1700, Transylvania - 88 yrs. old (from her real birth)
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SMELL OF DARKNESS iii. | ' mixture of light and dark ' ___________________________
SHE LIVED HER LIFE without any romantic connections. She pushed aside her hopeless romantic self and put up the ambitious one. Nicolas pointed out that it could've been about her infatuation years ago. But no, she chose to live a life where she'd be the best version of herself before.
She never once saw Hydrus again after the projects. The first was Italy and their friendship went downfall because of the walls he built up. The following was in Russia, America, France, Ireland, and the last was Belgium. Not once she and Nicolas had met Hydrus' family.
She saw how indifferent he had become and it scared her, not knowing the reason. Yet, she never asked ever, just to keep their professional relationship.
And now she sits in an old intricate chair. The curtains were open but it still was dark, the grey skies were seen little through the windows, it was a forest that surrounded the school. The candle that lighted up the room, didn't help much either.
The gothic designs of the furniture around her, the walls, the table, the shelves. Everything. It creeped her out.
"And do you think you would fit in? In this prestigious academy?" The shrill voice of the lady had sent chills to her spine, it reminded her of Gormlaith's voice.
To be honest she didn't know or think if she'd fit in at all, she just wanted to study where no one would care to ask about her condition.
She sucked in her breath and looked at the woman. Their eyes meeting, and when she parted her lips to speak, the lady flicked her stick-no, not a wand apparently. And with finality, with only looking straight into her eyes, "You're accepted. But there will be expectations that is to be met."
Her eyes widened in shock, she hasn't even explained herself yet. She stared at the Headmistress and couldn't process everything out, the lady sensing her shock had smirked at her.
"I already know..."
SHE'S ONLY BEEN THERE for two weeks, but she isn't sure if she can last for nine years to study.
To say is was the worst would be not compared to how she feels. The dim candles, the dark walls, intricate pillars of demonic designs, makes her want to stay at the loo and vomit all day. She felt the churn of her stomach as she walked through the halls, dark creatures looming around her as she made her way through.
She trailed her eyes to the grandeur of the academy. A manor if you will say, it wasn't a big school as everyone had said it would be. But it is a big manor, enough for all it's inhabitants.
