Fate. A predetermined supernatural power. The will of the universe. Fate is order. It writes, and rewrites, gives and takes. It spins vibrant red strings that flow into the world and connect people who are destined to meet, to love, to share a story...
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A/N:
It's a long one today~
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I'm tucked into my living room sofa, comfortable in one of my dad's old shirts and sweatpants, waiting for Mom to finish with the dishes so that we can begin our traditional Friday movie night, when the door buzzes. I moan softly to myself, drop the TV remote, pick myself up and idly walk past the kitchen, a large bowl of popcorn tucked under one arm — dozy and comfortable and relaxed in the way you can only really be in your own house.
Dad's home early, I think as I step into the foyer. I hope he brought snacks.
I open the door to the face of a literal snow angel. Oh, I think again. It's not Dad.
Once I've had the time to properly absorb the sight, it quickly steals my breath away. My fingers go limp around the knob and I gasp quietly, letting my eyes trail down the spellbinding figure in front of me, before drawing them back up and narrowing them in suspicion. Is this real? I...don't think it is. I probably fell asleep on the couch back there, and if that's the case - I feel myself relax a little, eyes blinking slowly at the scene — good job, dream.
I take a step forward, careless and happy, and reach for her face with my hand, expecting the touch to feel ethereal...but her skin is smooth and cold underneath my fingers, and it's enough to let my heartbeat slowly start to pickup. Her eyes go wide for a brief second, before her face condenses into a smile. Some more of the haze clears away, and I feel myself frown.
"Irina...?" I whisper.
"Are you going to invite me inside or not?" she asks, amused.
"I...thought I might have been dreaming," I say stupidly, gaping at her in awe.
Her smile grows, and she presses her lips together to keep a laugh from escaping them, a playful twinkle in her eyes. "You're not wrong. It is a dream," she says, catching my withdrawing hand and pressing it to her cheek. "Anything can happen." She tilts her head at me. "What do you want, Rubi?"
Warmth floods my face, and if I wasn't fully awake before, I am now. "Irina, don't," I mutter weakly, plucking my hand from her grip and lowering my eyes.
Irina's wearing a pretty white dress that stops just below her kness. It's emitting a faint glow in the dim lighting of my doorway, and it makes her look like some sort of a celestial being, like someone who belongs in an other-worldly garden and definitely not outside my plain two storey building. She has her silky black hair loose behind her ears today, flowing around her hips like a curtain, and I like her signature braids, I like them a lot, but I might like this even more.
"Surprise!" Mom suddenly shrieks from somewhere inside, and it makes me flinch. Once I've recovered, I pinch my nose and sigh.
"She didn't tell you that she invited me?" Irina asks curiously.
