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Epilogue Violet Eyes

Epilogue

Violet Eyes

. . .

"Shit!"

"Oh my god, are you all right? I'm so, so sorry!"

There was officially no way this day could go any worse.

The morning had been hectic; I had started my day awakening up to the most beautiful sound of my alarm clock ringing with my head pounding against my skull in a constant beat. My mind was foggy, hazy memories of purple eyes and looming maze walls clouding my conscious, and I was sure I must be hung over; my ears buzzing with an unidentifiable noise and bloodshot eyes accompanying me with throbbing headache.

It had taken me a while before I realized that it in fact not a Saturday morning but a Thursday. A school day. And I, ladies and gentleman, had just so happen to have a quarter exam in Literature.

So long Graduation, hello Shakespeare.

Seeing no way of waking up in time with a possible hung over, I grabbed up a pair of sweatpants and keys; deciding to go out and get coffee from the small shop down the street. I guess it just so happened to be my lucky day that the coffee shop - of all times - had decided to run out of coffee.

Yeah, because taking an exam worth half my grade over poetry - because understanding old slang of the 1500 is such an important aspect of live - while possibly being hungover wasn't enough.

So begrudgingly, for unbeknown reason, I got bubble tea and was just getting ready to high tail it to school when I ran into a very hard, very long torso.

And spilled all of my tea...

all over their shirt.

"I'm really, really sorry. Today has just been an awful day. How much is it? I'll pay you back."

I was rambling, wiping my arm desperately against the shirt in attempt to remove the stain, but after seeing no difference - if anything I made a bigger mess - I reached into my back pocket for my wallet as I glanced up to see the face of the victim of my tea spilling mess.

I froze, my breath caught in my throat, as my gaze met lavender eyes and long, pale blonde - no, white - hair.

Porphyrius.

The name flashed across my mind for only a split moment, like bold red letters over stark white paper, before disappearing out of my conscious without a second thought. Blinking rapidly, I shook my head in haziness before returning my attention back to the stranger, scrutinizing his appearance.

He couldn't have been much older than me and his features were lean, sharp; yet his eyes held youthful warmth. He was much taller than me - not that people being taller than me wasn't a common occurrence- and his hair was long, French braided back into a small pony tail at the nape of his neck. He wore a plain white t-shirt and jeans, both dripping with brown liquid, and I couldn't help but grimace in embarrassment.

"You know your hairs braided, right?"

The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them, and I paled once I had realized what I said

Great, you spill tea on the guy and then make fun of his hair. A real charmer you are, Ares.

"I mean, um, look, I'm really sorry. I'm dumb, this is dumb, yikes."

I gave him a nervous smile - though it probably came out more of a grimace - and the stranger stared at me, his face expressionless.

Now you have an angry Legolus on your hands. Way to go Ares, A+ for stupidity and shortness.

I could feel my smile drop in worry as the stranger continued to look at me in neutrality before suddenly, a slow grin started to spread on his face, flashing off a perfect set of pearl teeth. And then he started to laugh; a ringing laugh that was loud, but warm, his smile one of light heartedness.

Needless to say, my expression looked very similar to one of relief and just pure confusion.

"I don't think anyone's commented on my hair that fast."

His grin was wide, a light flush adorning his cheeks from laughing, and I could feel embarrassment grow in the pit of my stomach as I tripped over my words to justify my earlier comment.

"I didn't mean to offend, it's just... different."

The boy grinned even wider, shyly reaching up to feel along his braid as a certain fondness reached his eyes.

"It is, isn't it? My friend braided it, though I said it would look weird."

I smiled in response, sticking with a simple stuck nod of my head before he boy quickly brought his hand down from his head, extending it in front of himself as he waited for me to shake it.

"Don't worry about the jacket, it was my fault. I'm Peter."

I let out a short laugh, grinning widely as he introduced himself.

"Unique name."

"Unique parents."

I nodded my head in understanding before reaching out and grasping his extended hand in my own, giving it a firm shake.

"I'm Ares, and no, it's not a girl's name. Though, personally, I think my parents were really desperate for one..."

Peter grinned widely, a mischievous glint to his eye.

"Unique name."

Shrugging in mock nonchalance, I could feel my own amused smile slowly growing on my face.

"Unique parents."

Peter barked out a laugh and I soon joined in, his radiance of lightheartedness overcoming me.

"Well, Ares, I'm sorry for bumping into you. My friend Avon owns this shop. Mind if I buy you another tea? On the house, I promise."

Tilting my head to the side in thought, I gave Peter a small smile before nodding in agreement.

"Sounds great."