The Paradox (OLD)

IX

 IX

Sofya walked over Lukas who was standing beside two women, an older man and Raven. The first woman looked like she was in her mid-40s, she had long orange-red hair and brown eyes, she wore a long violet blue woodland dress. The other woman was in her mid-20s, she had light blonde pixie hair-cut and blue eyes, she wore a black and white mod dress with black high-heels. Raven wore a tartan dress. The older man wore a checked suit and the same with Lukas.

“Hello Lukas, I would like to wish you a Happy Birthday,” Sofya smiled, “Is this your family?”

“Yes, this my sister, Flora, my mother, Brigid, my father, Patrick and my girlfriend, Raven.”

“Oh, it’s just…”

“I’m adopted.” Lukas smiled, “My parents are actually my Grandparents are Flora’s actually my aunt.”

“I see, that would make sense, I mean you look like you are from the Amber-coast,”

“My father was from that area.”

“That would make sense,” Sofya smiled, “Flora? That isn’t that an Alban name?”

“Yeah, it’s the name I use in this country; we Dreag Dubh have two names, the Sun and Moon name. We can only use Moon name to other Dreag Dubhs. My name is Flora because it has the same meaning as my Moon name.”

“That’s really interesting! I really like learning about interesting cultures like yours”

“Sonya! The Tchaikovskys want to talk you,” called Vladimir.

“Oh, I better go,” smiled Sofya and she ran off.

“So, Iggy, what are you going to do with blondie?”

“Probably going to ask Caiomhín to look after her, I reckon she’s McGiorri and could be a witch too.”

“Where’s the beer?” asked Patrick grumpily

“There is no beer,” Lukas sighed.

“What?!” Patrick exclaimed sadly, “How is this a party if there is no beer?!”

“It’s a ball, actually...”

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“Karol, please come out,” Fredrick leaned his head against the wooden door of Karol’s bedroom door.

“No!  Just find someone else, you never wanted be with me in the first place!”  Karol cried eye-liner streaming down his face, he slammed his head into his pillow crying.

“Karol... I...” Fredrick began.

“What?!”

“I love you!” Fredrick shouted

Karol froze and turned his head to the door, “really?”

“Yes, I really do... please, just come out!”

Karol got out of his bed and slowly made his way to the door, he held on to the door knob and slowly twisted it opened. He didn’t look at Fredrick he just started down at his feet and quietly murmured something.

“What?”

“Kiss me...”

Fredrick pushed back Karol’s hair behind her his ear, “you look so pretty with your hair pushed back...” he pressed his lips against his. Karol stood on his tippy-toes and put his arms around Fredrick’s neck. The moment seemed to last forever.

“You’re my prince charming,” Karol smiled.

“And you’re mine,” Fredrick smiled.

They rubbed their noise against each other.