E·ly·sian
adjective
relating to or characteristic of heaven or paradise.
"Elysian visions"
Hebrew: מִיכָאֵל / מיכאל (Mikha'el)
Meaning "Who is like God?", "there is none like God",
or "there is none as famous and powerful as God"[1]
Fleur
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@fleurisurgf_ ❤️️162 💬36
I WOULD LIKE EVERYONE TOO KNOW I NOW HAVE A FULL SUMMER TO EXPLORE THIS PLACE AND I WILL BE STAYING IN MY AMAZINGLY DECORATED ROOM. NO ONE (except maybe that goth boy) WILL DRAG ME FROM THIS PLACE
anyways, were here, my first priority, instead of making friends, was to set up my monster high collection and decorate the rest of my room because wtf else was i supposed to do. this took a total of 16 hours to decorate and im currently running on redbull and these things called cheezy poofs mom picked up from the store. theyre fucking nasty. mom told me that while she was at the store she saw this group of kids making fun of this fat kid while he threw a tantrum on the floor because my mom grabbed the last of the cheezy poofs, which imo she shouldve handed over bc these things are ass, so if one of those kids are seeing this dm me and u can come get them for the fat kid. also if ur the cute goth boy dm me bc i am more than glad to sneak u in.
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@gingerbozley omg ur mom saw cartman, i was in fact ripping on him bc hes a fat fuck who will go to the greatest lengths. dming u now.
@scarespider yknow, i had my doubts abt u, but u have a monster high collection so. like the ginger said, also dming u
⤷ @fleurisurgf_ screw the other goth kid ur so mama pls kiss me on my face rn.
@respectmyauthoritah I do not know who your wewe bonjour mother thinks she is. But, I will find your house, which will be easy. And I will take those cheezy poofs.
FLEUR didn't know if he was being serious. She was freaking out. If he was being serious he was going to come in through the window, so being the sensible girl she was, she opened the window, and started throwing cheezy poofs out the window. She dmed the boy telling her what she did.
She was pacing and tossing a cheese ball out the window every few minutes. After he commented that she ran to Cossette's room to tell her, and to keep a lookout. After that she light all her candles and an incense stick, she also put on a playlist of her favorite songs. Although she appeared girly and pink looking, she enjoyed darker music. So putting on her liked playlist on Spotify lead to her jamming out for a sec before going back to panicking.
At this point about 30 minutes had passed, and she was running out of cheese balls to throw. About 2 seconds after she threw the last remaining cheezy poofs out the window, she heard a quiet "dude what the fuck..." from outside. She quickly turned around and saw a tall, curly haired, very attractive goth man in her window. She was lucky enough to have her room on the first floor, while her mom and sister's rooms were upstairs.
"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry I didn't see you there, oh my god hi, uh, sorry!" Fleur rambled out as she stood wide eyed in her room, staring the tall man in the eyes.
"You're okay darling, hi." Michael spoke as he climbed through the window, "Sorry for coming in through the window, dreadful etiquette I know." he quoted after seeing the 'Heathers' movie poster on Fleurs wall. She giggled as he pulled himself into her room, her cheeks flushed red. Good thing the Christmas lights strewn across her room emitted a purple color into her room.
Michael now stood in her room, not knowing what to do, he had a brown paper bag, which hung by his side. He wore a white button up, with black and grey stripped pants, along with a long leather trench coat. His hair was messy, with curly strands of hair going all over the place.
Fleur looked at her clock, 1:47.
"I wasn't sure if you were being serious, I would look a lot better if I was sure, god I look like a train wreck, Jesus, oh my god there's a guy in my room at 2am what the fuck." fleur was a mess, rambling on and on, she was anxious. Even in Brooklyn, there was never a guy in her room. Ever.
"I can leave if you want?" Michael asked, he wasn't sure why he was here either.
"Oh no nonononono don't leave, I've just never had a guy in my room, like ever at all." she blurted out. She fumbled with her thumbs behind her back.
Michael walked forward, holding out the brown paper bag, "Uh, I got you something, I hope you like it. Henrietta helped me pick it out..." He mumbled out the last part. She reached out and took the bag, their hands touched. When their hands touched, the music changed, almost like the world knew. From 'Screaming Theatre in a Crowded Fire' by the Schoolyard Heros, too 'The Killing Moon' by Echo and the Bunnymen.
MICHAEL smiled down at her, as he was a good half a foot, maybe taller than her. Him being 6'4, he assumed she was 5' 6 maybe, he'd have to ask later. He watched as Fleur opened his gift, matching candles. The candle holder was a ceramic babydoll head, one white one black, the candles were the shapes of brains, a pink brain and a black brain. He was going to let her choose which one she wanted, because he didn't quite know her entire personality yet, but from what he gathered by stalking her social media, she would like these.
He watched carefully as she opened the bag, how her face changed from biting her lip, to confused to ecstatic.
"Oh my god these are so cute! AHHH!" She set them down on her bed and flung her arms around his neck, this took him by surprise. He hesitated before engulfing her in a hug, picking her up off the floor. The hug lasted for what felt like forever but was simply 5 seconds.
After letting go of each other, Fleur offered him a spot on her bed. She picked up the candles and set them on her desk for now.
After talking for around 2 hours, Fleur realized just how hungry she was, and Michael could hear how hungry she was.
"Hun, I can hear how hungry you are, let's go get some snacks." he said gently. sitting up from the bed and grabbing her hand. He drug her upright from her position of laying down.
"There's a gas station and a 24/7 store a few blocks from here, we can walk and be back within the hour" he added. Michael stood up, bringing Fleur up with him. He started to put his jacket back on, he looked at Fleur, who looked worried.
"I've never snuck out, what if I'm caught?" she asked. Michael could tell she was scared; he grabbed her hand and pulled her close to him.
" It's okay darling, I'll make sure we won't get caught." He put his hands on her shoulders and looked down into her eyes. As the music played, and the clock ticked, it felt like roses and daisies were blooming in both of their tummies. Moths and butterflies flew through the intestines of the young adults.
Michael slipped his hand down to the small of Fleurs back, a pulled her close. Fleur put her hands up on his chest.
Both teenagers felt and entire galaxy, a universe even, and it was like 10 big bangs went off in one boom.
They drew closer to each other, Fleur getting up on her tip-toes. Inch by inch, centimeter by centimeter.
So close.
"Hey Fleur? Did the hot goth boy you've been nutting over ever show- oh! uh... Hiiiiii" Cossette busted the door open, the two young adults quickly tore apart from each other.
"Wanna go to the store with us?" Michael asked, "I can call Pete and have him come with." he added.
