Spring BREAK!!!! YAY! Finally!! That means more writing, and with more writing comes more happiness! YAY!
Sorry for the later update; assesments and tests were crowding me, but I finally sat down and wrote all of it; hopefully, it didn't go by TOO fast. XD It's pretty long this time, huh? ;)
Well, I'm off to eat food. Enjoy please!
(SIDE NOTE: Draw has been postponed until after or close to when this story is finished. Thanks for the patience. :D)
-Laz
21
Timpani stirred in her sleep and took a deep breath. She had slept so peacefully that night after a day of such chaotic events, and since she didn't get a full night's sleep the night before. However, something had woken her, but she didn't know what it was; though she was a medium-to-light-sleeper, Timpani didn't answer to anything that tried to wake her up except Blumiere or an emergency. After all, she was so comfortable at that point with Blumiere so close to her…
Her eyes shot open. Blumiere wasn't here; Count Bleck was. She had let herself get so close to Count Bleck, and fell asleep! She gasped and scrambled around, finally crawling backwards until she made contact with a wall. She stood up, shaking. Count Bleck simply rolled over on the floor and went back to sleep.
She sighed; she really was starting to see Count Bleck as Blumiere, and so her trust in him was accelerating. Timpani didn't want that, though; Count Bleck was never trustworthy, and he was her enemy, too. However, as Timpani looked at the count sleeping, she started to have thoughts of how might that just be Blumiere sleeping. Her sudden instinct became going over to and embracing him.
But wait, could that be the answer? Pretend that Count Bleck was Blumiere? She did love Blumiere truly, and since it was, in a sense, Blumiere, she could close her eyes and act as if it was him.
"Agh! What's wrong with you, Timpani?!" She scolded herself quietly. Count Bleck will never be Blumiere, and neither will Blumiere be Count Bleck.
"Count Bleck thinks nothing is,"
"Exactly, Count Bleck thinks—" Timpani repeated, then stopped mid-sentence as she realized Count Bleck was standing up.
"You must have had a wonderful time sleeping last night," Count Bleck said, stretching. Timpani cleared her throat.
"It was one of the best ones I've had on the floor." She said casually, avoiding eye contact. Both Count Bleck and Timpani could hear that her voice was shaking.
"Perhaps you had some sort of dream that caused your wits are starting to become overwrought, says Count Bleck. Nothing is wrong with you…or is there?"
"…Yes, that's probably it." Timpani lied. "Dreams catch me in the weirdest emotions afterward."
"And yet you slept so silently, as if you were not even there," Count Bleck smirked. He had trapped her in an awkward position, and it was time to catch her off guard. "A quiet nightmare, assumes Count Bleck." He walked over to Timpani and pulled her away from the wall, but he felt somehow different. He shrugged it off, thinking it was nothing. "Haunting, solemn, and eerie, correct?"
"Y-yes." Timpani stammered. Her lies had got her into the worst state at this point; Count Bleck's sly comments were so much creepier and sincere than Blumiere's would ever be.
"Ah, Count Bleck understands," He said back. "He has had them as well, and they have always stayed with him. But perhaps it was real life that has been those quiet nightmares…"
Right now was definitely one, she told herself in her head. She wanted to wake up and get out of this mess, to be with her Blumiere once more.
She was suddenly aware how close the two were again. He was grasping her hands, and she could only look up into his eyes.
Supposing that the silence between the two was forever now, Timpani decided that she would have to show him the love she had always shown Blumiere. She would end this nightmarish event for good, right there, right then.
It's Blumiere. It's Blumiere. It's Blumiere… Timpani reminded herself over again as she moved closer to him.
The strange feeling was beginning to overcome Count Bleck as Timpani was just mere inches away from him. It was a feeling of something Count Bleck never wanted to feel: love. Did he really love Timpani after all? No…that feeling was free will, and it was overcoming him quickly.
Lady Timpani, who was now a captive and ready for her true husband to re-emerge from the darkness, and Count Bleck, a possessed and overshadowed Blumiere, suddenly kissed each other on the lips, and a white aura surrounded the both of them.
Count Bleck stumbled backwards, putting a hand to his head. "Ohh…"
Timpani turned around and snapped her eyes shut, knowing that it didn't work. Count Bleck must have been sealed in Blumiere's body from the start, and there was no hope left. I'm sorry, Blumiere, I should have figured it out earlier…
"T-Timpani…?"
She opened her eyes and whirled around. Count Bleck had never called her by her name, only once, maybe twice, but never again. She turned around and saw Blumiere standing there, looking confused, yet relieved at the same time.
"Blumiere…?!"
"Um, yes?"
Timpani ran up to her husband and threw herself into his arms, laughing. Blumiere almost fell over from the weight of Timpani.
"It's really you—it really is!" Timpani began to cry into Blumiere's shoulder. "I thought I'd never see you again!!"
"Timpani, easy does it, girl, I'm really dizzy!!" Blumiere exclaimed. Timpani laughed again and let him go. "Ugh, thanks." He sat on the ground, holding his head. "I have a monster of a headache, too. What the heck is going on??"
"You came back, after all that Count Bleck nonsense, that's what." Timpani wiped her eyes, still not believing how fast everything had happened. "Don't you remember anything?"
"Well, come to think of it, I do remember something about Dimentio and my mother and father…" Blumiere sighed. "But everything after that was nothing. I think I remember seeing you and trying to kiss you…maybe that was a dream…"
"That was…you?"
"I guess if it happened to you…"
"Yes! Count Bleck almost kissed me!" Timpani exclaimed. "I knew that was out of his character…" Blumiere closed his eyes after a while.
"Tired…" Blumiere fell backwards onto the floor. He opened one eye and saw Timpani sitting on the ground. "You come here, too. Someone should be making sure my head doesn't explode from pain." He smiled. Timpani giggled and laid down with him.
"So you're back? For real?" Timpani said softly.
"Mm-hm." Blumiere said, eyes closed. "I'm pretty dang sure…Mon amour." Blumiere kissed Timpani's lips lightly. Before Timpani could exchange the favor, a sudden explosion rang out in the room, causing Blumiere to jump up reflexively and stand in front of Timpani, defending her from any attack. To their luck, however, two familiar companions ran through the clouds of dust, coughing.
"Gustav! Ettle!" Timpani cried happily. The two looked over and beamed.
"You two are safe!" Ettle bounced up and down. Ettle and Timpani hugged each other.
"And Blumiere is himself, ja?" Gustav smiled. Blumiere nodded.
"And Blumiere also has a heck of a headache." He sighed.
"Oh, I see. Vell, at least Dimentio is out of your system, huh?" Gustav patted Blumiere lightly on the back. "As soon as ve get back to Timpani's castle, I am sure Ettle can help you out."
"That would be so nice right now, because I feel like I'm going to collapse," Blumiere slumped over.
"Do you have enough power to get us home?"
"I can really try."
Ettle and Timpani heard the cue and quickly came over to the other two. "Ready to leave so soon?" Ettle joked. Blumiere smiled, knowing that Ettle was starting to warm up to the idea of he being her best friend's husband. He could tell that she was hesitant on first meeting him, but now it seemed like they had known each other for a month or two.
"Gather 'round, everyone, this'll be rough…!" Blumiere held up his staff, and as it glowed brightly, all in the room were teleported back to the Pianissimo castle.
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The foursome appeared back in Timpani's room, but as soon as they were completely there, Blumiere stumbled slightly. Timpani caught him, but as she fell over, Gustav caught her. Ettle scurried out the door.
"I'll get some water and ice," Ettle called. "Put him on Timpani's bed, and try not to move him too much; he must be really exhausted after that whole thing."
"He must be so vorn out," Gustav frowned, straining to hold Timpani and Blumiere up. They helped him over to the bed, and Blumiere got on it and took a deep breath of relief. "Und I need to vork out more…"