Context: Faybelle is sick, Briar helps and then Faybelle confesses
Others: This doesn't really have a plot. I just wanted to write something to get out of writer's block
Briar Beauty was looking through her window. Ashlynn was with Hunter somewhere. Sometimes she wanted to gag at the happy couples. She also wanted someone, she just didn't know who. Well, she did know who, she just didn't know if that person wanted it too. So she sighed deeply and kept gazing into the sunset.
Briar heard the door open and turned around. "Hi Ashlynn." She smiled. "Hi Briar." Ashlynn sighed. "Did you guys fight?" Briar asked and followed te girl onto her bed. Ashlynn nodded. "What was it about?" Briar asked. She knew that Ashlynn was gathering herself and then she would tell her. And then she would break into tears. This was nothing new to Briar. "I just asked about the future and the destiny. And it broke into a fight." Ashlynn sighed. "I'm so sorry. But this isn't a new fight, and you made up. It can't be that bad, right?" Briar smiled sadly. Ashlynn shook her head. "We're on a break." She whispered. This was new to Briar, she definetly didn't know how to handle a break between Ashlynn and Hunter. "Will you be ok?" She asked, not knowing how to comfort. Ashlynn nodded while giving back a sad smile. "Do you know how long you are on a break?" Briar asked slowly. "Hunter said that I need to figure out if beign with him is more important than my destiny." Ashlynn sighed shakily and closed her eyes for a moment. Briar knew that she was reliving the event. "Well, this doesn't mean you have broken up. You are just on a break, you just need to figure things out, right?" Briar questioned. "Yes! But I know that he is more important to me, that's what I always tell him!" Ashlynn sighed. She was clearly frustrated. "You should talk to Apple, I don't think I'm supposed to give you any advice. I haven't even been in a long-term relationship." Briar said, she was backing away from the situation. Ashlynn smiled quickly and nodded. "Thank you for listening again." She said and got up. "No problem Ash." Briar smiled and she was alone again.
Briar was browsing through pictures on her phone. She saw a picture from her birthday last week. She was standing with Apple and Blondie. There were other people too. She was smiling the same smile as she was now. Briar remembered that Ashlynn had taken so many pictures before Blondie had picked the one that was just right. She zoomed into the picture and the smile was placed with a frown. She zoomed more and saw a certain faery looking at them. It was Faybelle. Briar sighed, she hadn't invited her - not, because of the curse that faybelle had, her family was immune to it. So she got up and started walking towards the Faery's doorm room.
She knocked and a very angry and tired Faybelle opened it. "Wha-! Briar?" Faybelle asked. "You were at my birthday party. I didn't invite you, and you know I didn't forget." Briar crossed her arms. Faybelle groaned slightly. "Look, even if the curse didn't affect you, it's kinda my family's thing. Coming to parties where we aren't invited." Faybelle sighed. "I know, but why were you there anyway? We're supposed to hate each other, not come into each other's parties unless invited to." Briar shot back calmly. "Yeah yeah, but did it cross your mind that I'm a villan? I do what I do, and I keep coming to your public parties, invited or not." Faybelle said, her voice darkening. Briar sighed, she had nothing that she could really say to that. "Fine." Briar said. Faybelle echoed back with the same and started to close to door, when she almost fell down. "Faybelle?" Briar said. "I'm fine." The faery said. Briar pushed the door open and she saw a huge mess of tissues. She then noticed Faybelle's clothing. She had some sort of pajamas on. "You're sick?" She said and Faybelle nodded darkly. "You should stay in the bed, and not answer the door. Do you have a fever?" Briar said. "What are you? A doctor?" Faybelle said with every bit of sarcasm. "Just go to bed." Briar sighed. "Fine." Faybelle groaned and did as was told. "Do you a fever?" Brair questioned sternly. "No." Faybelle said, her tone irritated. "Good." Briar nodded quickly.
"I'm not supposed to get sick." Faybelle groaned. "What do you mean?" Briar asked, as she was looking through a medical cabinet that every room had. "Faeries aren't supposed to get sick, from anything." Faybelle told her. Briar just nodded and took out a bottle of cough medicine. "Here, take a half spoon of this every morning and evening until you're feeling better." Briar said and started leaving. "Why did you even confront me about the party thing? You had literally no reason to do it." Faybelle chuckled sarcasticly. Briar was quiet for a second or two. "I wanted to see you. I haven't seen you in a while." She admitted, exiting the room before Faybelle could retort anything back.
Briar went quickly to her and Ashlynn's room and closed the door. She sighed deeply and pushed her back onto the cold wooden door. She was alone, and she did want that now.
Briar was on her phone again when Faybelle came into the room. She didn't even knock or open the door quietly. She just came in and closed the door in a calm rush. "Faybelle? You shouldn't be up, nor here." Briar stated. "So what? I said I'm a villain, I go anywhere I want." Faybelle snarked and walked closer. "You were right, as much as that pains me." She sighed and stopped at Briar's bed. Briar sat up a bit. "About what? The answer is everything." Briar joked and she swore, that the corner of Faybelle's mouth twitched upwards for a second. "No, about that we should hate each other." Faybelle said. A small and confused 'oh' escaped Briar's mouth. "But I don't hate you. I really don't hate you, and that scares me. I should hate you and you should hate me, because that is our destiny." Faybelle rambled, wich was very not like her. "Then what do you feel?" Briar smiled softly as she sat up completely and tilting her head to the side a bit.
Faybelle seemed to consider the answer for a minute. Briar braced herself for anything. Of course she had kept her feelings a secret from anyone, even Apple. And they were all for Faybelle, so whatever the faery said or did couldn't be too horrible.
"Something very different." Faybelle finally said, the tone unfamiliar to Briar. She couldn't think about for long, as she felt Faybelle lean in. Her heart probably stopped as their lips touched, because she couldn't feel a thing except Faybelle.
The kiss was slow and lovely, but so very desperate. Briar didn't even think about her choice to kiss back. She felt light-headed and her every sense was just focused on this moment. The way Faybelle's hands cupped her face, in a way that couldn't hurt anyone. How Faybelle leaned into her. It all was just so perfect for Briar. She hoped that Faybelle felt the same.
"So, that's different from hate?" Briar said breathlessly. "Yes." Faybelle smiled a bit. "Well, it's definetly better than hate." Briar smiled. Faybelle nodded. "But we really shouldn't." Faybelle sighed slowly. Briar knew that. "What if we don't fill our destiny?" She offered. "Briar, I can't. Faeries die if they don't continue on with their destiny." Faybelle explained. Briar knew that too. "Can't you shorten the time? Instead of 100 years, it could be 100 months, or 100 days." Briar said, her voice growing a bit desperate. Faybelle shook her head. "No, I can't. It's the story, and that is the one detail no one can switch, you know that as well as I." She said. "I know." Briar sighed and lay back on her bed, staring at the ceiling. "And after that, I will dissapear from the story, you will send soldiers to me, so you and your kid will be safe." Faybelle finished the tale. Briar felt like she couldn't breathe. She was going to have a child, with a man that wasn't even born yet. Briar knew that that would happen, she just didn't want to think about it. "But I will remember this, won't I?" She asked hesitantly. "Yes, until you wake up from the sleep. Then you will remember me as the Dark Faery who put you to sleep for 100 years." Faybelle said grimly. Briar sighed. "So either you die earlier, or we fill the destiny, I sleep for 100 years, and you dissapear from my life. For how long? Forever?" Briar asked, trying to make sense. "No, like with you, Mother came to the castle, to put the same curse on you, and then your baby, will be my "resonsibility"." Faybelle chuckled darkly. Briar collected herself for a while. She took a deep breath. "When do you have to curse me?" She asked softly. "Before I die, so I would say about 5 to 6 years." Faybelle counted. Briar wasn't happy. She sighed, remembering the kiss, and the "confession" of some sort. "You should go rest, you're sick." Briar said, her voice echoing in her head. Faybelle didn't ask about it, so she did as Briar said. Briar was left alone.
Ashlynn had come back. She was still clearly sad, but said she was way better. Briar had smiled encouragingly. She wishef that is wasn't visible, that she was faking it. But Ashlynn didn't mention it, even if she saw it.
Briar lay awake, staring at the ceiling in the dark. She groaned quietly and sat up. Ashlynn was sleeping silently, but she was definetly asleep. Briar smiled and walked across the room quielty as she could. Fortunately, Ashlynn didn't wake up. So she made her way down the hall. She knocked on a door and waited. "Just come in!" Faybelle's angry murmur came from the room. Briar went in, and the faery looked very puzzled. "What the hex is the daughter if the Sleepimg Beauty, who is cursed to fall asleep everywhere, doing in my room past midnight?" Faybelle said very sarcasticly. Briar didn't have an answer. She just shrugged. "I couldn't sleep, wich is very weird." She said. Faybelle sat up and flung her legs onto the floor. "Then why are you here?" She asked. Briar knew, that she had only one chance with this, since Faybelle seemed to have forgotten their "confession".
"I like you. More than as an enemy. More than as a friend." Briar sighed, she found herself holfing her breath. Faybelle stared at her, with an unreadable expression. "And you think I don't?" She said slowly. Briar didn't know how to respond. She really didn't. "Do you think I hate you, because I'm always so cold? Even after this day's events?" Faybelle laughed, her voice amused and breathless. Briar just stood and gave the smallest nod. "Finally, you're wrong!" Faybelle aid victoryously. "I'm acting cold, because I'm a villan! I'm evil. And evil villans, like me, aren't supposed to have feelings for a princess." Faybelle said, not laughing. Briar felt empty, but still so full with emotions. "But you aren't an evil villan, Faybelle. You're just a villan, and not all villans are bad." Briar explained slowly and softly. "Really? Mother cursed your family, like her Mother did before her." Faybelle said, but she stood up and took a step back. "Yes, really. And I really don't care about your family and what has happened, because you are not like your Mother. You are you." Briar said, they both walked forward. "You do know that I don't care about sappy speeches?" Faybelle retorted, but they were quickly watching into each others eyes, their bodies almost touching. "I know, but it seems like it worked." Briar smiled. "I wouldn't think that if I were you. Maybe I just wanted to be here, and do this." Faybelle smirked, and kissed Briar. Briar smiled lightly, as she kissed the icy blonde back.