This is the story About my favorite couple Destiny And Mystique. And my take on how the met.I am not sure how to add chapters the way I want so this is going to be all in separate stories. You could find the rest on my profile page. It will have the same name with a number at the end. Also the ratings might change in each chap. Oh, and the grammar is still bad but hopefully getting better, which reminds me I would like to thank Fire Fox For suggesting to help me. But, I need to learn to fix the grammar for myself or else I'll never get any better.Thank you again Fire Fox
The meeting of lovers
By Mousowi
The first time I had met her, I was much younger then. About 20 or 21 I believe it was at a Algonquin where I was playing croquet with a friend of mine. The summer was a very hot that year. We were all dressed in our best white Sunday dresses, the women wore their bowler hats most had short hair, though mine was long. Lots of famous people went there. On that particular day I could see Dorothy Parker, and Robert Benchley up on the porch entertaining some of the guests. This was far from unusual as I said before lots of famous people came there. Once I had even seen Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald there as well. So I didn't really pay much attention to them, and just focused on the game with Charles. The sun was bright and it shined brightly in my eyes, that day was very hard to focus the light of the sun often blinded me at times when I was trying to aim.
After a while I noticed someone on the deck staring at me. I stopped for a moment, shadings my eyes from the sun with my hand, I tried to look up at the person. But the sun was to bright and I was to far away to make out any real features of the person. There were only a few obvious features that I was able to make out about her. One being her hair which had a white streak in it, this feature stood out do to the dark color of her hair. Initially This made me think she might be old. But the deep color of the rest of her suggested she wasn't. All the other features I could make out about her were rather forgettable .She wore a short fringed white dress, same whites shoes, laced White choker, white gloves, and a matching umbrella at her side( I know what you are thinking right now, but it was just the times every one dressed like this . And I am sure at one time or another there were some fashion bloopers in your closet do to some fade). But, I could not make out her face from the distance and the glare of the sun still in my eyes, but I could tell she was still staring at me. Making no attempt to hide it even though I am sure she knows I have noticed her But she just sat there observing me. I leaned down trying to block the sun, desperately trying to get a better look. Thinking that maybe this was someone I knew, why else would she be stirring me like this finally. Charles tapped me on my shoulder, violently shaking me out of my musings.
" What are you looking at?" he said inquisitively. I looked back at him startled; I breathed out with a smile and said, " that women over there, she keeps looking at me.
He looks up "the one with the black hair" I look back, she still hasn't turned away just staring at us now, seemingly completely oblivious to our awareness of her. Finally after some time Charles pat's me on the back and says " don't worry about it just ignore her."
Doing our best to ignore my admirer, we continued on with our game. Nevertheless I was unable to take my mind off of her. The fact that I wasn't playing very well during that game goes without saying. My mind seemed to wander to the woman every minute, gazing over my shoulder scrutinizing her from under the shade of my hands cupped over my eyes. By now the woman had to realize that we were aware of her. But she still seemed completely oblivious with the fact and just sat there staring unblinkingly at us.
You'd think someone who was as audacious as that would at least have the balls to say something to us. But no, she sat there and stared, a few times I think she was even smiling back at me, which only fed into my irritation at her. My friend Charles on the other hand, had forgotten all about the woman on the patio, being is normal goofy self, which by the way was absolutely thrilled that he was beating me so badly at croquet. But at the moment I was in no mood for his mindless banter, so I decided to go back into the hotel. I kindly informed my protégée of the decision. At which point he began to collect our things, disappointed at the fact that he was not going to get to finish his game and followed just behind me to the patio. As I walked towards the stairs, just a few feet from where the woman was sitting above us I took a moment to get a look at her. Shielding my eyes from the sun with my hand, stopping in my tracks as I did so. Charles paying no attention as to where he was going, bumped into my back and with a surprised gasp promptly dropped all of our things on the ground. Fumbling to catch them he quickly followed them on their journey down. But completely distracted I didn't notice it, speaking in a slight whisper to him.
"Look there she is," I said pointing my finger in her direction, then instantly trudging off.
"What?" Charles said preoccupied, he had not noticed that I had left. But by then I was already too far away to hear him.
As I march up the stairs hands clenched tightly by my sides I noticed something about her face, no not some feature of it really. Rather something she was doing. Smiling, not just any smile but a broad pleasant one. The side of her mouth was twitching slightly. I stared at her for a long moment before making out the emotion on her face, embarrassment. Obviously she had never expected me to confront her like this. Now realizing what was about to happen, she had become embarrassed. This sent an even bigger jolt of confidence racing through me. I smiled slightly inwardly as I walked closer. Her cheeks begin to turn a light red, and her smile broadened, her lips were pressed together tightly. Although for the life of me I couldn't tell why, that is until I reached her table. Now I could see her, perfectly. Her jet-black hair had a streak of white running though it and was tied very taunt into a bun. Her skin was pale, her eyes dark and large, and her lips were a deep red although she wore no lipstick and her lips were perfectly shaped. Something that could be seen even with the broad smile she wore, a broad smile of amusement and not embarrassment. My face reddens at my mistake, my confidence spilled out of me. As I peered down at her, just sitting there as I stared at her. Charles made his presence known once again, in his typical clumsy way. Racing up the stairs towards me unable to stop. Abruptly he ran into me from behind again. Knocking me into the table, Spilling a glass of Barolo Brunate wine on me and of course dropping all of our things as well. I stood there at that moment in complete shock.
" Oh dear look at you" the woman's voice startled me and the thinly veiled sarcasm came through loud and clear.
"wha-" my voice broke off as I stared at her still in slight shock at the words she finally spoke.
" Your dress dear." she said, observantly as she pointed out the stain on my dress.
I looked down at the stain quietly as I studied it in consternation, for a few seconds. Before looking back up at her for a brief moment, then Like an idiot backs at my dress. And in my absence of mind I did this over and over again for a good minute or so.
" Sweetie are you alright you look confused." She said with a slightly entertained look on her face.
I winced at her voice, and her words. 'Sweetie' who does she think she is. The way she said it, and the look on her face made her words sound bitter and belittling I would have slapped her straight across the face, had that smile on her face gotten any bigger. As I stood there boiling with anger that oaf, Charles, Finally got a hold of himself. He stood up smiling that smile of his, he looked at her briefly for a moment, blinking a few time observantly (observantly, now that's a word you usually don't hear in reference to Charles very often). In an almost comatose state, he lifted his hand up, pointing his finger straight at her. By now I was actually finding myself wondering what was on his mind. Normally I would never have to do such a thing. His thoughts are usually very simple, For example; if he sees a woman he's thinking of sex; if he's looking at a man then he's thinking of what his girlfriend looks like, and having sex with her, if he was Hungary then he's thinking of hot dogs, if he was tired he's thinking of sleeping. Simple, like I told you, but the look on his face right now made me wonder. Finally after a long few seconds he began to speak, slowly and deeply
" Hey check out her hair... she has a white streak in it. Hey lady did you mess up trying to bleach it or something?" He said with total seriousness.
Now I would have found this to be funny if he were kidding or just being insulting, you know something like that. But he wasn't he was completely serious about his question. This resulted in the knee jerk reaction of me slapping my hand to my forehead, and moaning deeply. The lady didn't seem any less stunned by the absolute stupidity of his question. She just sat there completely motionless, large eyes, with her mouth slightly ajar.
Ignoring his question she looked over at me with a pleasant smile on her face, giving a rather unsure glance in Charles's direction every once and a while.
" I'm very sorry if I have disturbed you, But you see I love croquet and you two seemed to be having so much fun. That I forgot myself please except my apology."
Lost yourself, You lost yourself for 2 whole hours huh. Then you must be even more absent minded then my friend over here. I thought to myself, I looked down at her with a rather indignant look. And just as I was about to repeat my thoughts out loud to her (minus the comment about my friend Charles here).
"Oh well, why didn't you just say so you'duv been welcome to join us. Infant why don't you join us for a game tomorrow at noon. You will be here right ?" Charles said with true excitement in his voice.
" Well, I'd love to and I wouldn't miss it for the world dear." She said. " Oh, and by the way my name is Raven Darkholm."
"Darkholm, huh is that German." He asked.
"Yes, dear it si."
"Hmm, Uh well, My name is Charles Elliott And this is my Friend Irene Adler."
Charles Said pointing at me.
But I just stirred at him I could not believe he had invited that woman to play croquet with us. Charles Nudged me on the shoulder.
" Irene, Irene...." He said
Raven was holding her hand out towards me to shake it. Almost unconscious I stretched out my arm. She shakes my hand briskly and said
"Great then it's a date."
The meeting of lovers
By Mousowi
The first time I had met her, I was much younger then. About 20 or 21 I believe it was at a Algonquin where I was playing croquet with a friend of mine. The summer was a very hot that year. We were all dressed in our best white Sunday dresses, the women wore their bowler hats most had short hair, though mine was long. Lots of famous people went there. On that particular day I could see Dorothy Parker, and Robert Benchley up on the porch entertaining some of the guests. This was far from unusual as I said before lots of famous people came there. Once I had even seen Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald there as well. So I didn't really pay much attention to them, and just focused on the game with Charles. The sun was bright and it shined brightly in my eyes, that day was very hard to focus the light of the sun often blinded me at times when I was trying to aim.
After a while I noticed someone on the deck staring at me. I stopped for a moment, shadings my eyes from the sun with my hand, I tried to look up at the person. But the sun was to bright and I was to far away to make out any real features of the person. There were only a few obvious features that I was able to make out about her. One being her hair which had a white streak in it, this feature stood out do to the dark color of her hair. Initially This made me think she might be old. But the deep color of the rest of her suggested she wasn't. All the other features I could make out about her were rather forgettable .She wore a short fringed white dress, same whites shoes, laced White choker, white gloves, and a matching umbrella at her side( I know what you are thinking right now, but it was just the times every one dressed like this . And I am sure at one time or another there were some fashion bloopers in your closet do to some fade). But, I could not make out her face from the distance and the glare of the sun still in my eyes, but I could tell she was still staring at me. Making no attempt to hide it even though I am sure she knows I have noticed her But she just sat there observing me. I leaned down trying to block the sun, desperately trying to get a better look. Thinking that maybe this was someone I knew, why else would she be stirring me like this finally. Charles tapped me on my shoulder, violently shaking me out of my musings.
" What are you looking at?" he said inquisitively. I looked back at him startled; I breathed out with a smile and said, " that women over there, she keeps looking at me.
He looks up "the one with the black hair" I look back, she still hasn't turned away just staring at us now, seemingly completely oblivious to our awareness of her. Finally after some time Charles pat's me on the back and says " don't worry about it just ignore her."
Doing our best to ignore my admirer, we continued on with our game. Nevertheless I was unable to take my mind off of her. The fact that I wasn't playing very well during that game goes without saying. My mind seemed to wander to the woman every minute, gazing over my shoulder scrutinizing her from under the shade of my hands cupped over my eyes. By now the woman had to realize that we were aware of her. But she still seemed completely oblivious with the fact and just sat there staring unblinkingly at us.
You'd think someone who was as audacious as that would at least have the balls to say something to us. But no, she sat there and stared, a few times I think she was even smiling back at me, which only fed into my irritation at her. My friend Charles on the other hand, had forgotten all about the woman on the patio, being is normal goofy self, which by the way was absolutely thrilled that he was beating me so badly at croquet. But at the moment I was in no mood for his mindless banter, so I decided to go back into the hotel. I kindly informed my protégée of the decision. At which point he began to collect our things, disappointed at the fact that he was not going to get to finish his game and followed just behind me to the patio. As I walked towards the stairs, just a few feet from where the woman was sitting above us I took a moment to get a look at her. Shielding my eyes from the sun with my hand, stopping in my tracks as I did so. Charles paying no attention as to where he was going, bumped into my back and with a surprised gasp promptly dropped all of our things on the ground. Fumbling to catch them he quickly followed them on their journey down. But completely distracted I didn't notice it, speaking in a slight whisper to him.
"Look there she is," I said pointing my finger in her direction, then instantly trudging off.
"What?" Charles said preoccupied, he had not noticed that I had left. But by then I was already too far away to hear him.
As I march up the stairs hands clenched tightly by my sides I noticed something about her face, no not some feature of it really. Rather something she was doing. Smiling, not just any smile but a broad pleasant one. The side of her mouth was twitching slightly. I stared at her for a long moment before making out the emotion on her face, embarrassment. Obviously she had never expected me to confront her like this. Now realizing what was about to happen, she had become embarrassed. This sent an even bigger jolt of confidence racing through me. I smiled slightly inwardly as I walked closer. Her cheeks begin to turn a light red, and her smile broadened, her lips were pressed together tightly. Although for the life of me I couldn't tell why, that is until I reached her table. Now I could see her, perfectly. Her jet-black hair had a streak of white running though it and was tied very taunt into a bun. Her skin was pale, her eyes dark and large, and her lips were a deep red although she wore no lipstick and her lips were perfectly shaped. Something that could be seen even with the broad smile she wore, a broad smile of amusement and not embarrassment. My face reddens at my mistake, my confidence spilled out of me. As I peered down at her, just sitting there as I stared at her. Charles made his presence known once again, in his typical clumsy way. Racing up the stairs towards me unable to stop. Abruptly he ran into me from behind again. Knocking me into the table, Spilling a glass of Barolo Brunate wine on me and of course dropping all of our things as well. I stood there at that moment in complete shock.
" Oh dear look at you" the woman's voice startled me and the thinly veiled sarcasm came through loud and clear.
"wha-" my voice broke off as I stared at her still in slight shock at the words she finally spoke.
" Your dress dear." she said, observantly as she pointed out the stain on my dress.
I looked down at the stain quietly as I studied it in consternation, for a few seconds. Before looking back up at her for a brief moment, then Like an idiot backs at my dress. And in my absence of mind I did this over and over again for a good minute or so.
" Sweetie are you alright you look confused." She said with a slightly entertained look on her face.
I winced at her voice, and her words. 'Sweetie' who does she think she is. The way she said it, and the look on her face made her words sound bitter and belittling I would have slapped her straight across the face, had that smile on her face gotten any bigger. As I stood there boiling with anger that oaf, Charles, Finally got a hold of himself. He stood up smiling that smile of his, he looked at her briefly for a moment, blinking a few time observantly (observantly, now that's a word you usually don't hear in reference to Charles very often). In an almost comatose state, he lifted his hand up, pointing his finger straight at her. By now I was actually finding myself wondering what was on his mind. Normally I would never have to do such a thing. His thoughts are usually very simple, For example; if he sees a woman he's thinking of sex; if he's looking at a man then he's thinking of what his girlfriend looks like, and having sex with her, if he was Hungary then he's thinking of hot dogs, if he was tired he's thinking of sleeping. Simple, like I told you, but the look on his face right now made me wonder. Finally after a long few seconds he began to speak, slowly and deeply
" Hey check out her hair... she has a white streak in it. Hey lady did you mess up trying to bleach it or something?" He said with total seriousness.
Now I would have found this to be funny if he were kidding or just being insulting, you know something like that. But he wasn't he was completely serious about his question. This resulted in the knee jerk reaction of me slapping my hand to my forehead, and moaning deeply. The lady didn't seem any less stunned by the absolute stupidity of his question. She just sat there completely motionless, large eyes, with her mouth slightly ajar.
Ignoring his question she looked over at me with a pleasant smile on her face, giving a rather unsure glance in Charles's direction every once and a while.
" I'm very sorry if I have disturbed you, But you see I love croquet and you two seemed to be having so much fun. That I forgot myself please except my apology."
Lost yourself, You lost yourself for 2 whole hours huh. Then you must be even more absent minded then my friend over here. I thought to myself, I looked down at her with a rather indignant look. And just as I was about to repeat my thoughts out loud to her (minus the comment about my friend Charles here).
"Oh well, why didn't you just say so you'duv been welcome to join us. Infant why don't you join us for a game tomorrow at noon. You will be here right ?" Charles said with true excitement in his voice.
" Well, I'd love to and I wouldn't miss it for the world dear." She said. " Oh, and by the way my name is Raven Darkholm."
"Darkholm, huh is that German." He asked.
"Yes, dear it si."
"Hmm, Uh well, My name is Charles Elliott And this is my Friend Irene Adler."
Charles Said pointing at me.
But I just stirred at him I could not believe he had invited that woman to play croquet with us. Charles Nudged me on the shoulder.
" Irene, Irene...." He said
Raven was holding her hand out towards me to shake it. Almost unconscious I stretched out my arm. She shakes my hand briskly and said
"Great then it's a date."