Once Upon a Story [ HIATUS ]

Not Castlevania drafted scene P1

I found full scenes from my Not Castlevania series that I had put aside 🤣 Honestly, these are pretty good so I might as well share them as extra side-story content. In an alternate universe, this is what truly happened between Hendrik and Mirabelle at her little cottage core home✨
PS: I didn't correct this 🫣
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As the days passed, Hendrik would secretly follow Mirabelle when she left the safety of her home to sell her goods at the marketplace. He thought they would immediately attack her but that wasn't the case. People walked by without a glance and if they did, it was filled with disgust and suspicion. It was quiet for the most part. But it didn't stay that way for long.

Hendrik saw the situation escalate. Accusations saying Mirabelle was giving them bad luck, ruining their harvests at home, and cursing them even,  were rampant. She said they had no reason nor proof to make these claims and continued to run her stall.

Hendrik smiled proudly, seeing her defend herself. He thought that was the end of it, but it wasn't. Things took a bizarre turn. Women would gather at her stand and throw comments, most degrading in nature.

Mirabelle said nothing in reply. What good would it do?  But what reason did they have to attack her? Their husbands were lazy and tired, maybe uninterested in them, but Mirabelle had no connection to any of them. Even the old carpenter's wife spat her slurs, accusing Mirabelle of sucking the men of their libido.

"You demon succubi have no place in this city!" she said. Again, Mirabelle didn't reply. She stood tall and sold her produce to the little people who wanted it and returned home after closing the shop.

"You'd think those women would look in the mirror before blaming you for their husband's disinterest," Hendrik commented. "They're beauty is long gone."

"Don't say that, Madam Carla is a beautiful lady."

"If by beautiful you mean shrivelling like a prune then yes, she's gorgeous."

Mirabelle looked at him in disbelief, but her eyes were playful.  "Don't insult prunes like that. They've done nothing to deserve that horrid comparison."

Hendrik chuckled, playing into her game. "My, I'll have to apologize next time I see one in your garden."

She laughed, saying he was delusional. And his counterattack only made her laugh even more.

"Only in regards to you."

"Oh, you've definitely eaten the purple mushroom in my garden."

He tapped his chin, pensive. "That explains the weird taste they had."

He found delight as Mirabelle tried not to laugh any harder.

"I'm gonna snort," she wheezed.

"Cute."

She choked, momentarily coughed and looked at him like he had lost it.

"Did I hear that right?"

"Hear what right?"

"You called me cute."

"I remember no such thing," he joked. Mirabelle stepped closer, closer than she usually did (which was already very close, to begin with). Their chests were touching. She asked him again, "Did you call me cute?"

"Technically, I did. But the word does you no justice."

Her brows creased with confusion. "How so?"

Hendrik held a lock of her hair, curled and bouncy, ebony black and scented like fresh oak. He felt the skin of her cheek, soft and plump, warm under his palm. His eyes drifted to her lips, light pink and brow, uniquely tinted. And finally her eyes, deep hazel with specks of blue, like azure blossoms flowering in the woods.

"I cannot even begin to describe how beautiful you are," he whispered. "No words can shape my thoughts of your splendour, Mirabelle."

A blush appeared through the caramel tan of her skin.  "I didn't know you had a silver tongue."

"It speaks true."

"To you."

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." His hand still caressed her face, holding it delicately like a porcelain doll. She leaned into it, still never losing his gaze.

"Are you trying to charm me?"

"Is it working?"

"A little too well." She smiled, eyes flickering to her lips. "May I?"

"For you, there is no need to ask."

Hendrik accepted her kiss, and his heart soared. The touch of her lips, so subtle and soft, but demanding, needing his affection, sent his mind spinning. 

Even as she pulled back, breaths mixing, he felt pure euphoria.

"Is this a good time to say I'm charmed?" she whispered, lips brushing against his. Hendrik chuckled, stealing another loving, breathy kiss, humming as her hands trailed to his shoulders from his chest, up to his neck, touching his hot skin.

"The time is more than perfect, dear," he purred in delight, puckering against her neck, imprinting her scent in his mind.

"Will you be mine, Mirabelle; forever mine?"

Mirabelle glowed joyfully and embraced him again, holding her love ever closer. And Hendrik lost in her arms and kiss, replied with equal fervour, brimming with happiness.