"i wanna reign over my empire like
cesar. i wanna walk over water and
die like jesus. i want a G5 Lear Jet
fully loaded, all new features. it's
easy to travel the world with a
lifetime visa. the time of the essence,
hot damn it give me focus. my
min...
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HEART OF A LYON, CHAPTER ONE
ps, if you're looking for a good empire fic, check out Elijah_tvdvx's, because i would write Jerome into this fic if i could, my man should be canon.
TODAY WAS THE DAY. Cookie Lyon was a free woman. And it just so happened to be her youngest's seventeenth birthday. The way she saw it, it was a big win. "There's my baby!", Cookie practically squealed, rushing over to her daughter.
To be able to be close to her children after so long... It was the only thing that kept her going. All those long years alone... She had nothing but her hope.
Love Lyon has grown into a beautiful young woman. Her skin was practically golden, glowing. It was like someone had taken Lucious and Cookie's skin tones and mixed them together until they created a perfect blend. Her full, plump lips turned up into a dazzling smile. She was the epitome of beauty. As she eagerly hugged her mother in return, it was clear that she had grown taller than her. While Cookie stood at 5'4, Love had grown to be 5'7. Cookie didn't know where she got the extra height from. Still, watching her grow had been amazing. "I missed you so much", Love said cheerfully.
Tears almost sprang to her eyes, narrow and feline like just like her mother's. This was the first time she'd ever gotten to hug her mother. Her warmth was everything she'd ever imagined it to be, strong and reassuring.
"I missed you too, baby", Cookie cooed, smoothing down her daughter's wild curls. "That fancy boarding school your Aunt Candace had you in been treating you right?"
"Uh, it's way more than just a fancy boarding school, mom", Love interjected. "It's the Royal Ballet School in London. I've been going there since I was eleven. You would think you would remember the name of it by now." She'd picked up a bit of an English accent since then. She loved England, but she was excited to be home with her mother. While she should have had two more years at the ballet school, when she found out her mother would be released early, she'd spent the last few years grinding away so that she could graduate early.
In just a week's time, she would be flying back to London for the final time in order to walk across that stage.
She could dance anywhere. She couldn't make up for lost time with her mother from across the ocean. The bars that previously separated them already felt like an entire world between them.
"Right, right. Fancy ballet school that's gonna launch your career. Straight to the top, as it should be. Started taking you away from me. I feel like I barely see you. But, I can't wait to finally see you dance! I'm sure you've grown to be quite talented. You know, back in the day, nobody could outdance me", Cookie informed, wrapping her arm around her daughter as she walked.
"Well, I can't wait for you to see then. I thought I was getting too tall, but my instructors say I'm a perfect height! You know, tall enough for that long limbed ideal but not too tall that the male dancers can't partner with me", Love beamed. "Black prima ballerinas are so shockingly rare, but I think I have a real shot! I could be like Misty Copeland!"
