I Can Hear You: CoLu Week 2015

Day Three: Fairy Tale

The apartment was dark, her soft breathing was interrupted by the occasional breathy snore, and Erik closed the door gently and set his bag near the door before taking off his boots and coat. The male sighed contentedly as he ran a hand through his hair and breathed in that almond and brown sugar smell that the Celestial Spirit Mage was recognized for, all the Dragon Slayers secretly loved that smell but he was the only one who was able to get it up close now that he'd claimed her as his own. He snickered, remembering the looks of shock when she entered the guild hall after three days of being home with him, his Mark was clearly visible in the form of a pink belladonna flower on the junction of her neck and shoulder; he actually had a Mark too, a dark red star was sitting nestled in the junction of neck and shoulder opposite her own.

As it turned out in the moment he added some of his magic to complete the Mark it temporarily sharpened her teeth so she could return the claim, and he couldn't help but remember how sexy she looked when those pretty little fangs formed in her mouth before she punctured his flesh; he found his lovely woman sleeping on her desk, papers scattered around her while her quill lay on the floor. He smiled as he stroked her hair before gently picking her up and putting her in the bed, he would join her when her desk was reorganized or she'd flip shit in the morning. He picked up her quill, wiping the small drops of ink from the floor was tough since it was almost dried completely, and then he blinked when he studied the pages. It wasn't her coveted novel, he didn't recognize any of the names, so he flipped back a few pages to the title and had to raise a brow.

"Belladonna's Tale." He read aloud, glancing at his mate, and then he sat down and began reading in the dim light of the desk lamp that had been on when he got here. There were words crossed out and correction marks so obviously this was just a rough draft but he was actually her proofreader now after she discovered his passion for books, any of the arts really since they helped fill a void he hadn't known existed until he discovered the outside world.

The forest was dark, the air was cold, and yet soft steps continued through the darkness; a full moon hung high in the sky and left spots of silver light through the canopy above her, instead of hesitating the young woman pulled her hood down further and her cloak tighter to her petite frame.

"Veleno are you here?" The night air carried her voice, her eyes scanning the darkness, and a single glowing eye appeared before her as the creature emerged from the darkness; scales of a color deeper and richer than blood gleamed in the soft areas of light while one eye was simply scarred over and the other was watching her petite form. The creature was something similar to a snake, in truth it was a Basilisk but its Stone Eye had been torn from its face by a Fire Dragon, and upon seeing the creature the young woman smiled.

"I've brought you a gift. As a thanks for saving me." The girl set the basket of flowers, herbs, and leaves down before her; it was well known that Basilisks were carnivorous but they ate poisonous plants to help strengthen their venom. The indigo eye watched her before it slithered forward and parted its jaws, jagged fangs glinted in the light as its tongue reached out and simply grabbed the basket and it snapped its mouth closed.

"Belladonna!" A sharp cry from a distance away made the girl turn, her eyes raising to the creature again, and she smiled before turning to intercept the person before they saw the Basilisk; that creature watched this human for a moment before slithering back to its den, tucking its body around the crimson dress the girl had once worn before she abandoned it to escape her captors. Her scent was fading from the fabric and once it was gone completely the cloth would be useless, and the clever beast peered through the darkness as another presence made itself known. The silver haired Witch was well known to cause trouble where she walked, he hissed in warning and a smile formed on her lips.

"Oh? The snake wants to play? Well let me take those fangs from you." The woman hissed in reply, a tugging sensation formed around him and the Basilisk lunged as his vision darkened.

Belladonna was once again fleeing, her eyes peeking behind her as she sought out a path through the woods, her stolen boots and men's pants held tight by a piece of fabric tied like a belt while her cloak was pulled tight to her body once again. Heavy panting filled the air as she saw the cave she was searching for only to find it empty, fear filled her heart as she ran inside and looked around.

"Veleno? Veleno I need help." Trying not to be too loud, so as not to alert her hunters, the young woman leaned into the wall and closed her eyes; a hand clamped around her wrist, making her eyes snap open, and then she was pulled behind a hidden crevice and pressed against a firm body. This person was male, chest bare, and her body shivered with delight as his breath slid across her face before his mouth lowered to her ear.

"I'm always here for you, Belladonna." He whispered as he pulled her lips into a searing kiss to keep her silent as the men walked through the cave, none found his hidden place and as their steps faded away he pulled back and studied the woman he'd been holding. Her face was crimson, he could smell her sweetness through her clothing, and her eyes were staring into his as he pulled her into the main area of the cave and let her look at him. Since he had no choice the Basilisk had turned the red fabric into make shift pants to keep himself warm, his new body was fairly fragile.

"Erik?" He raised his head and watched as Lucy yawned, sitting up, and he put the papers down before going to her and kissing her; she responded with an eagerness that made him growl in delight.

"Welcome home." He nodded as he pressed his forehead to hers.

"What's with the story?" A blush formed on her face and he chuckled, her mind supplying him with the answers, it was a twisted Fairy Tale about them.

"So I'm a Basilisk and you're an innocent young maiden?" The blond laughed.

"Well I've not finished it yet but that innocent young woman is actually a Witch, the reason she's being hunted is because she specializes in White Magic instead of Black Magic and the King is trying to use her as a personal healer. In the end she breaks the curse on Veleno to save his life from the King's Guard and breaks a cardinal rule for any White Witch by killing the King, her magic is taken from her and Veleno saves her from being burned at the stake and takes her far from the Kingdom. There's a brief period where they mourn the lost romance, considering he's no longer a human, but they stay by each other despite that. They remain by each other until she grows old and on her death he wishes to be with her forever before she dies and he dies beside her, his body curled around hers, and the epilogue is a meeting between a boy and a girl in the woods where he's picking the pink and purple blossoms to give to his Master Apothecarian and she's running from her terrible home life. He tells her to come with him and she does." The Poison Dragon hummed and smiled, lacing his fingers with her own as she lays on him, and he felt her stroking his chest as she waited for him to speak.

"Well, I'm glad he got his girl in the end, Veleno deserved it considering he had his eye ripped out by a Fire Dragon and his powers stolen from him." The snarky reply made her snort.

"I thought you'd say that. Levy said that it fits since everyone knows that neither one of us is really fit to be a character in a true Fairy Tale story, I'm too impatient and outspoken for a girl and you're only relatively charming when nobody is around to see it." He snorted and began laughing.

"That's true, I'd be an awful Prince Charming. Though there really aren't any guys that we know who would make it as Prince Charming either, only the weirdoes from Blue Pegasus would and they're obsessed more about that smelling guy than anything." Lucy began laughing as she agreed.

"Maybe I should write a Fairy Tale about Princess Ichiya and the Three Princes." The pair began howling in laughter, despite how late it was, and Erik kissed her again.

"You're too much sometimes, Belladonna." He nuzzled her and she peppered his neck with kisses as he held Lucy close, thanking the stars for the chance to be forever joined with his sassy minx. The blond definitely beat any stupid Princess.

So here's day three, everyone knows that Lucy and Erik wouldn't fit a traditional Fairy Tale, hope you like it :D