Star vs the Forces of Evil: Intermission

Intermission

"It was just some big fight."

That was the story Star sold to everyone she knew. The story as to why she & Tom Lucitor, prince of the underworld, broke up. It was the story she felt comfortable telling. It was the story she wanted their first relationship to have. It made coping with the just a little easier.

The real story? The real story was...a bit more complicated...

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The real story - and the downfall of their bond - was extensive, but it culminated on a simple dinner date. Tom had booked him and Star a reservation at a local fancy restaurant in the underworld. It was the night of their three month anniversary. Tom wanted it to be extra special, not just because he held anniversaries on a high pedestal, but because at that point, things between the two of them were...fractured, to say the least. Over the course of their relationship, things went from marshmallows & rainbows to bouts of short-tempered outbursts, accusations of unfaithfulness from both sides, and outright harsh criticisms of the opposing partner and their lives. This dinner date was not just meant to celebrate their six month anniversary. No, it was potentially their last chance to salvage what was left of their relationship. All hands had to be on deck for this.

Star eventually approached Tom's table. She was dressed in a beautiful gold dress, with her hair up in a bun and her devil horns shiny as ever. "Tom..." She said, not a hint of optimism in her voice.

The demon looked up from his menu and stared her down. "You're late." He said sternly.

"Yeah, being a queen-in-training kind of makes you lose track of time."

"Uh-huh."

Already off to a poor start. She took her seat across from him and opened up the menu sitting in front of her. Awkward silence filled their table for several minutes. "So...how's the family?"

"Oh they're...they're fine I guess. Same as usual. Nothing really eventful there."

"Mmm-hmm, I see." She didn't look up from her menu once. For the time being, this was the the way to keep herself under control. Neither of them wanted it to devolve into more bickering. They wanted, at the very least, to be able to end things peacefully if corn forbid it came to that.

"How's queen training going?"

"Oh, you know, same old, same old. Busy, extensive, exhausting, and pretty annoying because of, well, who my mom is."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"Well, you know how it is. If I'm gonna be queen one day, I need all the training I can get. You know, political insight, proper behavior...meeting and spending time with other rulers, particularly other princes." She hissed that last sentence, her frustrations palpable. Tom looked at her square in the eye, his face contorting into a state of anger.

"...You're not gonna let that go, are you?"

"Gee, what gave that away?"

Tom groaned and put his menu down. "Look I already said I'm sorry. C-"

"No, you didn't." Star interrupted him angrily. "I - as well as my loving family - explained to you in great detail what was going on. The other princes explained to you what was going on...after you lashed out and unleashed fire balls at every royal family we had to meet with. And what did you say? You said to me - and I quote - "I'm sorry you feel that way."

"Well I was. I am." He was clearly not getting it. "I can't control how you guys are going to react to me. What? I made a call that just so happened to be wrong. It happens."