Cherry & Vanilla

Let's Chat

Alicia's pov
I grab the bottle and head to her room, knocking before entering. I pour her a glass and hand it to her before sitting down. "You're not having any?" she asks, "oh I don't drink" I reply. If I get drunk I'll start saying things I shouldn't. "I'll start off simple, ok? Well as 'simple' as I can" I say and she nods taking a big sip.

"You we're having a nightmare and I heard you so I came in and helped you. Sorry if that seems creepy but I really couldn't just stand by when I could fix it. I guess I somehow transferred your dream to me so I had it" I voice, "that reminds me! I had this weird dream that morning I found you on the floor... was that the same day?" she asks and I nod intrigued.

"I was in this big never-ending field and you walked towards me with the sun behind you. I just hugged you and you hugged me back and then I woke up from you falling" she recalls, "interesting" I whisper. "Anyways, what does that have to do with you asking me about my... father?" she asks hesitantly, "I'll tell you that later" I promise.

She nods realizing she can't force me to give anything away. "Tell me about you, about your childhood" I ask, "you sound like a therapist" she chuckles, finishing off her glass. I pour her another before returning to my previous position, this time a little closer.

She begins to explain and I listen intently, my thoughts running too fast for my liking. I've learned a lot about the blonde from simply being around her. Cordelia is not your average or normal witch by any means. She is very reserved, quiet and can often take on an ominous presence.

Not due to her actual nature, but because she's severely haunted by her trauma. Which is why she even opened up the academy in the first place. She felt helping others might lead her to a discovery within herself. Her mother was a cruel woman. A witch who turned dark and sought out every way to become more powerful. Eventually leading to her demise.

Cordelia being left with her aunt Myrtle to pick up the pieces of her shattered existence. After Myrtle died, she was left not only the money her mother left Myrtle when she died. She also inherited Myrtle's assets, she left everything to the young blonde. Cordelia couldn't bear to stay in the town after all the tragedy she experienced there.

So she used almost all the money to build the biggest house anyone had ever seen. They called her crazy for it. Especially because they assumed she'd be alone. She never had a partner and therefore never bore children. She didn't care, because deep down she knew this would secure her future. She wouldn't ever have to be alone again.

An electrical signal of sorts was sent out to all those who felt they didn't have a place in this world. Informing them that they could seek refuge here. Word spread quite fast and of course there was backlash. She'd prepared for that and built thick barriers around the property. Anyone who didn't have good intentions or wished ill on the academy or it's residents would not be allowed in.

It started to fill up which made her happy, but she needed more teachers. No one local was willing to do it, so she sought help elsewhere. She pulled out her few connections from her mother and got some people to come help after explaining the initiative to them. She was beyond grateful and happy yet never fully content either.

No one ever told her who her father was. Myrtle was the only one who actually knew and she always refused to bring it up. It haunts Cordelia. She feels she doesn't know who she is without, for her, that very vital piece of information. "So yeah. My mother was a cunt, my father is m.i.a, and the only person who cared for me is dead" she chuckles sadly.

"That's not true, well the last bit. You have plenty of people who love you. I understand it's not the same as the love from a parent but we all love you" I assure her, rubbing her arm softly. "You love me?" She asks softly, "of course" I reply without hesitation. More than you know. "I want to show you something" she mumbles, setting her wine glass on the bedside table.

She takes off her robe revealing the slim spaghetti strap tank top underneath. Her breasts slightly peeking out the top. I can't tell if it's the slight chill or the alcohol that makes her nipples hard. Before I get carried away I look back up to her face to see she's blushing. "What is it?" I ask quietly, "my wings... they're... broken" she mutters.

"Let me see" I whisper sweetly, she nods and reveals them. They're a very soft pink, almost white color. Thin like the wings of a butterfly or a fairy more like it. She looks at me nervously as I lean closer, rubbing my fingers gently over the tattered material. Scattered holes and burns adorn the pristine flesh.

"I'm sorry" I whisper, "it's not your fault, you didn't do it" she whispers back. "Who did?" I ask softly, "I don't know... that sounds silly but I really don't. I just woke up and they were like this but some of them are from my mother" she remembers. "You didn't deserve that" I whisper, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Thank you" she mumbles while looking in my eyes longingly. "I should go... sleep well" I whisper, rubbing my thumb over her cheek one last time. She nods reluctantly and I lick my lips gently before smiling. "I'll see you in the morning" I tell her, "promise?" she asks in a whisper. "Promise" I echo and she nods, retracting her wings and laying down.

I leave her room and instead of going to my own, I head to the library. I have a lot of reading to do and I've just found a new subject. I wave my hand and my special energy tea appears on the table beside me. I've always been pretty good with herbs and tea especially. Knowing just how to combine them in the right mixture to procure whatever I need.

I take a sip and sigh as I open my first book of the night.