Longing Defiance - Dovesso

Chapter 1

"No good can come out of feelings caused by this."

The night breeze was cool, cooler now that Clarissa has decided to open one of her windows just beside her bed. The moon was bright and shining above along with the stars, casting light over everything— including the School for Evil. It wasn't intentional, nor was it her decision, really. But the School for Evil stood just in front of her bedroom window, tempting Dovey to seek its mysteries and evilness. She thinks, every night, or every time she can manage to actually think if things were different and there was actually unity between good and evil. It's balanced, still, isn't it? It might even be more balanced than it is now.

Don't get her wrong. She is beyond enthusiastic over the fact that Good has won for years, not even a close call from the Nevers recently. And she pondered if that meant balance was broken. If it was, the world would be in shambles as of late, but it wasn't.

The Good Dean sighs as she casts one more glance, just one more second into the exterior of the School for Evil, of the darkness that reflects every Nevers' pureness, and of Leonora Lesso's feelings for her. Empty. She groans at herself as she closes the window, opens the golden curtains, and lays on her queen-sized bed. There was numbness in her chest. A numb with constant panging every heartbeat. She knew what the root of it was, but she couldn't quite find out why. Why did that statement bother her so much? It was likely of Lesso. And it was likely of their situation, considering Good can never be with Evil. At least not in the way Clarissa had in mind about her and Leonora. Perhaps it was the way the Evil Dean had said it, the dryness, and simpleness of it. The way she could just say it and never bothered to ever ask Dovey if they were on the same level of agreement. She is, by the way. No, scratch that. She's working on it. But when you spend your days stressing and having Lesso as your relief... that is something you can't just promise to brush off. Romantically, anyway.

Dovey looks over at the remnants of Lesso's presence in her room. Strands of curly red hair. Pieces of garments that were torn out of rush need. Furniture that either had cracks or had been completely broken due to the roughness. It all screams of Lesso, splayed out on her bedsheets, coming undone underneath Dovey, trembling and all over the place. It had been 2 days since they'd done it in here. Yesterday, they were much too fast and urgent to ever make it to either's rooms or offices they settled for the library. No one ever comes there, but Clarissa had been tense for the first few minutes until Leonora touched her.

She groans at the memory of it. Right now wasn't the good time to recall those moments, especially when she was trying to put it off as only sexual and never romantic. Because it wasn't romantic at all, though Lesso's touches beg to differ. But yeah. It wasn't romantic. Not at all.

Dovey can only close her eyes, trying to distract herself from all that is Lesso. But that night, she slept dreaming of being entangled with her, feeling an epiphany of a lifetime, causing her to never want to wake up again.

When morning came, Dovey reminded herself to be especially chipper. She wasn't going to darken her next days just because of some words that fell out of Lesso's lips.

Lesso's lips...

Fuck.

"Have you seen the Storian's latest writings?" Lesso, like she had been summoned with Dovey's shameful mind, had entered her office, her heels clicking every step she took.

Dovey stares at it for a while, trying extremely hard not to focus on how her heartbeat quickened at the sound of her voice. She clears her throat and looks up from her seat. "You broke in the School Master's tower again?" It wasn't really a question, and she feigned no surprise in the way she asks it.

Lesso shrugs dismissively. "We're having two Readers this year and mine's awfully into her own fairytales. Beauty and sophistication. Eh." The redhead shivers as though it was preposterous.