So I named Ceony's two children Bristol and Alexander. I dunno, I've always liked those names a lot, especially Bristol.
I'm super busy with classes, so I'm sorry about my lack of oneshots. On Wattpad, I have about...twenty-seven drafts of different one-shots for this book, but I haven't had motivation/time, so I'm really sorry. Send your prompts if you'd like, by the way! :,)
Ceony knew that when her two children would grow to be about five or six, they would have very hyper personalities, since both Margo and Marshall were both of that nature during those ages and she had to suffer through those. After raising Bristol and Alexander for six years, she had found that only one of them was that nature and it was Alexander, the youngest by a year. It was as if Alexander had taken all of Bristol's excitement and took it for himself, while Bristol took more of a studious approach towards everything at life, even at a young age. He'd only be very excited when he was playing with his brother or if he had a new thing to fascinate him, but for the most part, he was very placid.
"Alexander, I know you want to fold, but you have to wait for your brother! Be careful! If you fall again, I swear Alexander!" Ceony called, watching the young boy jump down two steps at a time from the third floor. Bristol was besides his mother, watching his brother with distaste in his eyes. Ceony looked down at the other young boy and ruffled his hair, "He must be excited that your father is coming back."
"He always comes back." Bristol responded, as if it was a fact that could not be doubted. Ceony sighed softly at Bristol, who had stopped moving to peer into his mother's eyes. Bristol had soft emerald eyes, similar to his father, while Alexander had striking baby blues. "Doesn't he?" Ceony thought back to all the times she had wondered that too, but had no time for her own previous doubts and responded to Bristol.
"Well, yes, of course-," before Ceony could even say another word, Alexander's voice rang out through the bottom floor of the house once they had reached the last step. "DAD!" Alexander yelled out as the door swung open to reveal the Emery Thane, his tired demeanor automatically changing at the sight of his son, running to him with open arms. He dropped the suitcase had in his hands and picked up the child, twirling around in place. Alexander laughed in excitement, grinning at his father. Ceony peered down to find Bristol excited himself under his emerald eyes, but his face remained casual, much like his father. Emery placed Alexander down and walked over to Bristol, crouching down to his level and giving him a peck on the cheek.
"Hello, Bristol. I'm guessing you're composed as ever and didn't give mummy a hard time?" Bristol nodded, smiling now. "That's my boy." Emery stood up and gave a chaste kiss onto Ceony's lips, explaining the events of the four-day long meeting, "The meeting was absolutely horrid. I swear, Tagis has to find someone who's similar to Patrice. Magician Reed is nice and all, but good heavens, the man cannot control the admissions well. It always ends up this way every year."
"Nobody can replace Patrice." Ceony chuckled, automatically feeling safe under his presence. "Did they tell you if we were getting an apprentice this year?"
"Yeah. It appears we'll be co-teaching a poor sap that Magician Reed will pluck from the many students that want to be something else besides a Folder." Emery said, rolling up his coat and shirt sleeves up.
"Or someone who actually wants to be in Folding, ever consider that?" Ceony asked and Bristol tugged on her skirt. She looked down to him, to see that Alexander was now standing besides his brother, holding hands together. "Yes, Bristol?"
"We want to be Folders." Bristol said simply. Emery and Ceony exchanged a glance. It wasn't that they didn't want their children to be Folders, but they had only really seen that one art form. They had constantly spoken about the lack of Folders around the kids, but they didn't expect them to want to pursue the craft. Emery and Ceony had both made the decision to not disclose the ability to change bonds to them, as it may get them in a lot of trouble. Emery placed strong hands onto Bristol and Alexander's shoulders, eyeing them with a certain amount of amusement that he only possessed when his children said something of a ridiculous nature.
"Are you sure? I mean, your mother and I both love Folding, but once you have a bond, you have it forever. No changing." Emery reminded the two children. Bristol shrugged and Alexander's smile only widened.
"We'll make people like Folding, then we'll be the Princes of Folding!" Alexander blurted out, "We'll be amazing Folders! You and Mummy can be the king and queen!"
"The king of Folding." Emery said, mulling over the idea. Bristol grinned at his brother's idea and nodded to it, his dimples showing clear as day.
"And your Queen." Ceony added on.
"My queen Victoria." Emery said cheekily to her then looked back to the two boys. "How about we make paper crowns and become the royal rulers of Folding?" Emery suggested and Ceony saw the boys' eyes widen tenfold. Bristol was keen on learning more origami creations, while Alexander just loved to spend time with his family. The two boys raced to the paper drawer, pulling out multitudes of 6' x 6' sheets of paper and placing them onto coffee table of the living room. Emery and Ceony walked inside, plopping down onto the sofa. Bristol had pulled out sheets of crimson red and black, while Alexander had pulled out three different shades of blue.
"You only need six sheets of paper." Emery said, taking out six pieces of indigo paper to match his coat. Ceony examined her color choices and ended up taking out three sheets of navy blue paper and three sheets of a lavender purple. She had made paper crowns for Margo and Marshall before, so she knew the steps already.
"You first fold here and here." Emery told the two children as he took one of his sheets of indigo paper and folded the paper in half on both the horizontal axis and vertical axis. He made sure the creases were perfect, then unfolded them and looked up from his work to see how his children were doing. Bristol had made sure his followed his father's, while Ceony was helping Alexander perfect his as well. Usually, if Alexander didn't understand something, he would be frustrated, but never with Folding. He took to be a careful craft and hardly whined, like Bristol. "Then you fold the two top corners, like this." He folded the corners to the center. Bristol was still following and Alexander was getting the hang of it. "Now you fold the bottom to the center, twice." He demonstrated and Alexander pouted.
"Its not a crown though Dad." Alexander pointed out as he finished.
"That's why you have five other pieces to Fold, Alexander." Emery responded, picking up another piece of the indigo paper. After what appeared to be forever, they each had six similar looking pieces of a crown.
"I still don't get what these are for." Alexander huffed.
"I think you have to attach them." Bristol told his young brother, taking two pieces and attaching them together. Alexander watched in amazement. Emery and Ceony both chuckled as they began to also attach their pieces together. They all each had a paper crown by the end of it. Emery took Alexander's and placed it onto his head.
"I dub thee, the Prince of Folding." Emery grinned, then did the same for Bristol, who looked equally as giddy under those green eyes. Emery looked towards Ceony and picked up her crown. "And I dub thee my wife. My slightly stubborn, yet absolutely divine wife." Ceony picked up Emery's crown and grinned.
"I dub thee the best thing that ever happened to me, also known as my husband." She placed his crown onto his head, pulling him for a kiss. Alexander let out a disgusted sound and Bristol just smirked. The two let go, remembering the children were in the room. Bristol whispered something into Alexander's ear and the two ran off, chasing after one another. Ceony looked towards Emery. Bristol always seemed to know the perfect time to lead Alexander out.
"The royal family of Folding, eh?" She asked as Emery pulled her close for a hug, watching the boys out the window as they were pretending to be two Princes fighting for something.
"The greatest royal family in all of the royal families to ever exist, more like."