Why me count?
Ch.6
(Sweet Mother Mary, Joseph, and all the apostles. It has been a hot minuet since I uploaded guys and I apologize for that. I've been having issues with my lap top lately so I appreciate the saintly amount of patience portrayed by my fallowers. I might be a bit rusty, given that I haven't written In a while, wish me best of luck…pray for me.)
(P.O.V Akko)
His name was Lancel…and he was…intriguing. I'm beginning to think that Andrew's father has it out for me. This boy, this mischievous blonde devil before me was a member of the Fae. Which to my knowledge is little more than a fanciful name given to fairies born to highborn families (though most would just call them Fair Folk). Unlike most fairies, such as those at the school, he maintained a mostly human appearance of sorts. His complexion was fair and pale, His eyes an eccentric and bright forest green, his hair as blonde as pure starlight. In face he bore resemblance to Andrew, and were it not for the great Rams horns on the sides of his head I might've thought him so. His furred and cloven feet struck at the ground as if by instinct. In his eye a mischievous glint lingered, ever present.
My morning had me beginning with me being startled from my sleep by the changeling, as he had taken the form of Andrew and had crawled into my bed. Which, in my half-asleep stage, I had unintentionally cuddled against. Only to shoot awake in the next instant, and be so startled as to role from my bed. This, I'm afraid, was only the beginning of my day. I ate breakfast alone, unless you count the fairy shoving pancakes down his throat across from me at the table, then I went to get ready (I drew a hard line at letting him fallow me anywhere near the bathroom). Having exited the bathroom in my new uniform, oddly tailored with Andrew's family sigil sown into the breast pocket, I moved on t make my way down the stairs. The grand entrance way just as astounding as it had been before. My shoes click against the seemingly empty halls, not a maid or servant in sight.
Not even breakfast was laid out for me, the entire mansion seemed all at once a ghost town and yet rather welcoming. I imagined I'd pick up a meal on my way there. As I stepped into the cold of that winter day, I found that I was strangely comforted by the presence of Lancel Nearby. Whom radiated heat like the sun, warm and comforting on my skin. For all his many faults…at least he had this going for him. That is until he scooted much to close to me in the limo, and my eyes wandered to the seat across from us. Where sat a rather disgruntled looking Andrew, something had clearly kept him up all night. It was not something I imagined was any good for either of us.
(I apologize that this chapter is lacking. I'm not feeling particularly inspired at this moment. It's hard to get anything done for me these days.)