Mianite Short Stories

The Kiss at the Fortress - SparklezxIanite

Thanks to everyone who suggested story ideas, and I'm really sorry I'm not getting these out as fast as I hoped I could.

Anyways, this story was originally part of a bigger fan fiction that I wrote, so I just changed a few things and it looked pretty good. I mean, I like it. You tell me what you think.

The plot of this one is Ianite and Sparklez just coming back from a "date", heading towards the Fortress of Fury.

Thanks for reading!

~ Pigz

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"So, um, I built some towers over this way," I say nervously as Ianite and I walk out of the woods, "And they're sort of themed after you."

"Me?" Ianite's purple eyes shine with curiosity. Loose strands of her wavy hair blow in the mild breeze. She looks lovely in the light of the setting sun, her skin shimmering with a godly glow.

"You are my goddess," I say, "I am who I am because of you- er -other you."

She looks down at my mentioning of Ianite from my world.

"What I mean is, you've had a huge impact on my life no matter what realm you're from," I try to make up for what I said.

She nods, her mouth barely curling into a smile, "I'm happy to hear that, Spark."

I turn my head sharply to look at her. She looks back and gets an embarrassed look on her face. She probably realized her mistake.

"I'm sorry... Sparklez," Ianite corrects herself, "I'm still trying to get used to that."

"It's okay."

"So back to your towers..." she says softly, "Is that them over there?"

I follow her gaze to the mountain where my towers stand. Damn they look amazing in the light.

"Yup. I call them the Fortress of Fury," I grin, then turn to her timidly, "Do you like them?"

She looks at them, then she stops walking when we get to the base of the mountain. Her eyes scan the buildings, observing every last detail. She then looks at me intently, then smiles.

"They're beautiful. Thank you."

I return the smile, "Anything for my lady."

Ianite holds out a pale hand to me. Unlike Ianite in my world, hers seem more rugged and worn down, like a mortal's. Other Ianite's skin was like pure marble, completely without flaws. The Ianite in front of me, dressed in her loose clothing and hair in a messy bun, seems more like a mortal.

I take her hand timidly, and immediately, she flies into the sky, taking me with her. Wind blows back my hair and into my jacket.

"Oh dear," I breathe. Ianite giggles as I hold on tighter, afraid I might fall.

"I'll make sure you don't fall, Sparklez," she smiles sweetly. She takes both my hands and gently pulls me up so I am staring at her face. My heart rate speeds up, but not just at the fact that I'm nearly a hundred feet off the ground. Ianite's gentle touch is reassuring, but the other reason may be her. She looks beautiful.

I've always known Ianite was so beautiful, but before, I only looked at her from a distance. Here, I can see her every detail, feel her every movement. This is so different from back in Mianite.