❝ as i got to know you, i began to realise that beauty was the least of your qualities. i became fascinated by your goodness. i was drawn in by it. i didn't understand what was happening to me. and it was only when i began to feel actual, physical p...
Magic was a foreign concept to those living in the modern world. Cars, trucks, and buses filled the streets as the internet and communication systems continued to evolve. Technology was at the touch of a finger, and there was no need for an incantation unless people wanted to speak with Siri. In the booming city of London, humanity's most outstanding achievements could be seen as a giant art spectacle. However, in the small town of Glastonbury, time seemed to stop, and history seemed to come alive.
Esmerée always wondered why, out of all the places in England, her dads chose to move to Glastonbury. At least, that was her train of thought at the age of six when they arrived in a worn-down RV with a truck hitched to the back. She knew better now that their interests had shifted from the Lost City of Atlantis to something more challenging. Their next target was the elusive legend of King Arthur and his knights of the round table. An obsession that her parents shared and Esmerée found interesting when it got her a good grade on a paper.
The kettle screeching on the stove caught Esmerée's attention, and she quickly removed it, careful not to harm herself. She began straining the loose-leaf tea watching in delight as the smell of Chamomile filled the room. Just as she was finishing up, the door to the RV opened, revealing a sleep-deprived Deven Singh. He looked at her cup of tea with desire, and the girl let out a soft sigh as she passed it to him. He cradled it like a newborn child just as Lawrence followed in after him, shutting the door and flopping on the couch.
"How was your night?" Esmerée asked as she set about making her dad a cup of coffee.
"Long," Lawrence responded as he kicked his boots off.
Esmerée looked at the boots caked in mud with disapproval. She had spent most of the morning attempting to clean up the rickety old trailer. While it still needed so much love, it had looked better than before. She had made her parent's room in the back, laying out fresh, clean clothes for them to change into. She had made her bunk up and neatly arranged the pillows before shoving Felix's dirty laundry onto his bottom bunk, holding her breath for good measure.
Lawrence caught the dirty look and made a spectacle of picking up his boots and throwing them outside before slamming the door shut again. Esmerée nodded in approval as the man lounged on the couch again, his body relaxing into the cushion. Deven glanced over at him with a soft smile, knowing just how tired they both were and wanting to join him. Esmerée made room on one of the chairs for Deven to sit, and he nodded in thanks before taking a seat.
Deven sighed in agreement with his husband, "It wasn't entirely unproductive. The archaeology team currently based at the base of Glastonbury Tor has agreed to let us see their new find."
