Unraveling Chrysanthemums

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" Love starts as a feeling, but to continue is a choice. And I find myself choosing you, more and more every day. " — Justin Wetch

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Abandoned. Unusual. Authentic.

Lancelot Kingsley was considered an outcast in their dictionary. He's not a normal human like the rest of them—or to be more precise, he was a half-shade.

He was a half-human and half-cradle. Someone that can use magic that was forbidden ages ago. Someone that wasn't supposed to live with the 'normal' or 'pure' ones.

Someone that was supposed to die, along with his kind.

And yet, here he was, a resident of the forbidden forest and reliving the life of an alchemist so earnestly.

The crisp night air brushed past his face as he sighed in relief before standing up, the crafted potion with a blue liquid in his hand as he wrote its prescription—something an alchemist always do to take note of its usage.

Lancelot hummed to himself as he was walking towards his hut, enjoying the noises made by the crickets residing on the trees—along with the silence that soon followed after. The magic crystals served as his source of light, along with the stars and moon that glistened the sky.

Placing the potion at the shelf next to his bed, he was supposed to call it a day when he spotted the small parchment at his bedside table—slightly smiling as he remembered the culprit behind the said letter.

"Alice Chantelle." He mused as he closed his eyes. Faintly remembering the amber-haired lady with ocean blue eyes. "She's a strange one."

He already admitted that she wasn't anything special. She was just like any other lass that he saw back when he was still at their village—frolicking and enjoying his youth to the fullest.

Still, whenever he stared at her deep ocean eyes, he can't help but be entranced as it glowed—making him think otherwise and see her in a completely different light.

Without realizing it, his face turned crimson as he thought of her smile earlier, before he lets himself get lulled to sleep—making him drown the thoughts that might keep him awake at the middle of the night.

Though it never came to his mind that after that evening, he will be more intrigued by her presence.

'It all starts with a feeling.'

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It all started with a small trip towards the lake of tears on a warm, summer night.

She detached the red hood that covered her face and traced her fingers on the water before her. Ocean blue eyes slightly glowing as she created small ripples with a smile gracing her lips.