Chapter Three: "Settling In"
"Bloom, what do you think of this dress!" her father, Oritel, called out to her—as the girl wanted to try on the three dress that Luna (apparently who is her godmother) and mother helped picked out.
Bloom stared incredulously at the magent pink gown that barely showed any skin (completely sleeved and up to the neck) and not to mention it wasn't even her taste nor style of choice. It was way too pink and fluffy! The girl would rather die than being seen in that gown! It was just way too dreadful. There was no way in bloody hell she would wear that!
It was downright embarrassing!
"You're not expecting me to wear that gown or are you?" Bloom emphasized, as she pointed out to the poor choice of dress that Oritel selected out for his daughter that he seemed highly pleased with, despite Bloom's expression on her face.
"What's wrong with the dress, Bloom? It's elegant, beautiful, and it totally suits your complexion," Oritel said, dismissing his daughter's opinion on the gown that he deems to be appropriate for her—in his opinion it was a cute girly dress. The girl was truly mortified, as she only hoped that Oritel was being sarcastic with her and not so serious about it.
Teredor leaned in and whispered quietly without Oritel overhearing what he was about to say.
"Luna's totally going to murder Oritel once she sees that ghastly dress."
Radius simply nodded. Although he couldn't help, but chuckle over seeing how his best-friend was trying to persuade his daughter to wear the gown he'd selected for her.
"Nah, Oritel is already a dead man walking. Doesn't he even know that a pink dress would clash with her bright red hair?" Radius said, already knowing that from his lovely mother and girlfriend Luna (even though she was a blond, as she had impeccable taste when it comes to fashion).
"Nevermind Luna, I'd think Marion would be the first one to murder him." Teredor rephrased his words.
"Poor girl," Radius shook his head, feeling a bit sorry for her. "I totally agree with her. That dress is hideous. If I was a girl, I wouldn't wear that dreadful thing."
The redhead girl still hadn't agreed with Oritel's choice, as she pulled out three stunning light blue dresses that Luna helped picked out along with Marion.
"Anyways, Da—" her blue eyes had widened over what she nearly called Oritel. She wasn't exactly sure what she was suppose to call Oritel and Marion? They hadn't gotten the proper chance to talk as a family. Bloom wondered if she should refer to them by their names or Mum and Dad? They hadn't exactly specify from her about what Bloom should call them.
Bloom felt her face went red—completely flustering for slipping out the word Dad to the brunet specialist before her (who was indeed her future-father but. . . not in this timeline, as she and her older sister hadn't existed yet).
Oritel had stepped forward to his daughter who had nearly had called him Dad before it had slipped out from her mouth. The man had placed his hand on Bloom's shoulder and gazed into her bright blue eyes that sparked with so much life—though he noted how beautiful her eyes were.
"Bloom, you can call me and Marion by our names when we're out in public, but if we're together with our friends you can freely call us Mum and Dad if you'd want," Oritel told her quietly.
"ORITEL!" Two female voices had shrieked at him—as he was most sure it was because the two fairies had spotted the gown he was trying to give to Bloom for her to try on.
Though they weren't entirely sure how to make out of it. . . as it was sort of nice of Oritel to try, but for love of the flame, the man had terrible taste. Marion had a deep feeling (most likely a gut intuition) that told her Oritel didn't want Bloom to show too much skin, which was ridiculous notion in itself.
Oritel had been most picky, as to what she and Bloom ought to wear, which was very peculiar of him to do so. Perhaps he had gotten it into his head that since he was her future-husband and Bloom's future-father and that he had a say in how they should dress?
Oh well, Marion had to discuss certain things in private with Oritel.
The redhead princess had turned to see Luna and Marion, both who were stunned and throwing glares directly at the brunet prince as this had amused Bloom entirely for them finally seeing the pink dress.
Teredor and Radius sniggered.
"Oritel is this really what you're trying to give Bloom to wear?" Marion questioned him astoundedly, an eyebrow raised as shock was evident in her voice—though clearly Oritel saw the different shades of green gowns in her arms. "And a pink one at that too? Red and pink never goes together Oritel, well not as a solid colour anyways."
Oritel had given up—it was almost hopeless to argue with Marion—though he had a valid point to make in all this.
"Fine! I just. . . I actually don't know why it's bothering me that you and Bloom are showing much skin anyways. Maybe it's because I just catched a few boys trying to steal glances at you girls. . ." Oritel trailed off, his voice fading into the background of the playing music in the boutique.
The redhead fairy sighed.
Although Marion had secretly admired that of Oritel, as it was sweet of him to do so. To be honest with herself, she only wanted Oritel as the only man to lay his brown eyes on her.
"It's swell and all that you're trying to look out after us, but really Oritel? That gown looks like for a hundred-years-old woman and there's no way in dragons I would let her wear such a dreadful thing," Marion shook her head displeased, and placed a hand on Bloom's shoulder.
"Why don't you try those gowns on Bloom. I'd really like to see them on you," Marion said gently, reassuring the girl that she would solve the issue with Oritel. Bloom nodded, a small smile forming on her lips as she headed off to the dressing room where Niobe and Samara were trying their own dresses in order to impress their fiance.
"Ohhhh I would've blasted you to high heavens and back Oritel! Personally I believe that even you don't have such taste!" Luna snapped at the brown-haired specialist, expressing her outrage towards the pink dress.
Erendor and Alec had stepped into the scene where his sister and her best-friend Luna were snapping at Oritel, meanwhile Radius and Teredor were in fits of laughter.
They had noticed that Luna was pointing to the ghastly dress. . . the two men had exchanged glances as if putting the pieces together. Oritel wasn't suggesting that kind of dress to his daughter or was he that led to a dispute between the two fairies?
Luna and Marion had walked right passed them before Alec had the chance to ask his little sister what happened. Or why Oritel was highly mortified? Their other two friends were just chuckling away as if they had enjoyed the episode that had occurred.
Bloom finally wore a beautiful pale blue coloured dress that almost seemed like a pale glittering diamond as it catched the bright lights. It was a strapless sweetheart cut that hugged her top revealing modest cleavage, the lightly blue coloured chiffon swished around her body as she moved. Although she needed help in tying the laces from the back.
"Bloom, are you done yet?" Marion asked.
"Almost, I just need someone to tie the laces on the back of the gown."
The moment Marion had walked into the fitting room to help Bloom tie the laces, she was drop-dead gorgeous in the dark emerald tight gown that had dazzling sequences embedded into the dress with a slit running up to her mid-thigh.
Bloom had felt Marion's slender fingers tightening the laces on the back of her dress. Her daughter had turned towards Marion once she was done—causing Marion to smile brightly at her.
"Don't you look radiant in this gown, darling. Luna really has impeccable taste when it comes to fashion. My advice is: never argue with Luna's advice on anything when it comes to clothes trust me. She knows her stuff." Marion told her daughter.
Bloom nodded, not trying to image if there was a disagreement with Luna.
The girl wouldn't know how to live it down after that.
"Hurry up you two!" Luna hollered out to both girls who had seemed to be taking a lot of time due to taking in each other's appearances.
Marion rolled her green eyes in response to her best-friend. "We're coming Luna!"
Oritel's jaw had nearly dropped once she had appeared in his view—the emerald dress shimmering under the golden rays of sun that streamed into the shop. Marion looked positively breathtaking that Oritel had felt as if he all of a sudden had grew hot—feeling his entire face flushing.
"Wow. . . " Oritel breathed out the words, trying to rack his brains for anything brilliant to say to her, but he was simply left awe struck. (Though he felt slightly guilty over the fact he was trying to let Bloom wear such an awful dress).
Marion blushed fiercely, already sensing that Oritel had loved the dress on her. "Thanks. . ."
Alec had rolled his green eyes over the way the Crown Prince was drowned by his sweet little sister's beauty. But then again, it was doubtlessly better than having other random boys drooling all over his sister. Though he already knew that Oritel was very devoted to Marion, which was very important to Alec to see his sister's pure happiness.
The second Bloom had stepped her foot out of the dressing room, the girl was instantly slammed into an older person, what she had suspected to be a man who hadn't payed any attention. Bloom groaned as tried to glance upwards only to a handsome man in her view, lending his hand out to her quite genuinely. The redhead had placed her hand in his and the man had lifted her up to her feet again.
"I do apologize as I hadn't been paying attention to where I was going. I hope you're alright girl," the man spoke in a deep tone that had sounded a bit familiar to her. But from where? It was as if that voice had been too ingrained in her memory, but couldn't grasp at it? But there was something utterly charming and mysterious about him.
Bloom glanced upwards to see face—the man had a pale complexion with blue-grey eyes and long red-blond (nearly strawberry) hair color, and dressed in a nice white blouse, violet-vest, with matching pants, and maroon boots. Although familiar magic had swirled in Bloom's chest, but yet, for some reason she did not know the man entirely.
Her memory was still groggy.
The girl's cheeks turned red. "Oh no! I should've been the one to be more careful!"
The man continued to stare at the redhead girl—she was absolutely ravishing in that glittering blue dress. But yet, her presence here somehow had calmed him down after his earlier temperament he had on. If was as if he knew her from somewhere. . . but couldn't exactly place his finger on it. Had he met this girl from before?
But strangely enough as it was: the girl looked really similar to a familiar redheaded fairy he saved last year from drowning in the lake of sorrowful tears back on Linphea. It couldn't be her, Marion, as she had bright emerald eyes and this girl before him had bright blue eyes. . . but still there was an eerie feeling crawling at the back of his mind. It was as if he should've recognized her from somewhere. . . but he didn't. Interesting. A small smile played at his lips.
"Don't apologize fairy, and besides I couldn't let you ruin that beautiful gown you're wearing," Valtor told the girl who was deeply blushing, as he touched the strands of her bright red hair. Red was one of his most favorite color.
"But you hadn't told me your name, girl?"
But before Bloom could answer the man's question, her name was being called out—"Bloom?"
Valtor raised an eyebrow.
"So your name is Bloom? Now, that's an unusual, but a beautiful name fitting for a beautiful girl like yourself? Maybe I'll see you around sometime?" the man said casually.
He caressed her cheeks softly before departing away with his own group of friends. Bloom had blushed intensely that she had simply forgotten that some people were anxiously waiting to see what gown she had decided to wear. A hand was placed on the girl's shoulders, nearly startling her from her daydreaming bubble. It was Luna who was looking at her with full concern, but she instantly noticed Bloom's reddened cheeks.
"Is everything alright Bloom?"
Luna stood there in her off shoulder dark blue gown that suited her complexion, with a slit also running up to her thigh, but something about the gown made her glow positively bright (almost looking some sort of moon goddess).
The redhead nodded. "Ya. I'm fine."
Bloom couldn't help but stare in the direction where the man had walked off with his friends.
She hadn't even had the chance to ask his name. What if he would never see her again? What if she wouldn't see him again? But that magical familiarity. . . it was as if she knew that man from somewhere as if it were once upon a dream.
"Let me guess, from that blush across your face it seems to me a boy had already complimented you about the dress you're wearing am I right? Of course this gown is magnificent on you because of me!" Luna grinned.
"WHAT!? NO! NOT AT ALL! What makes you say that?" Bloom shook her head, as if that wasn't the cause to her intense blush. But it was as if Luna had already knew that she was somewhat lying—well, it wasn't that she was trying to lie intentionally—but Bloom wasn't exactly sure if the compliment had meant anything to her. It was just nice. Though the man hadn't even given her his own name. Wasn't that a bit peculiar?
The moon fairy had rolled her eyes. "Don't worry, Bloom. I'm not going to rat you out to Oritel if that's what you're worried about. Oritel is already being overbearing as we speak. Now come along. . ."
Luna had grabbed Bloom's arm and dragged her to the group.
Oritel had to admit to himself, he actually liked the gown on Bloom as it suited her very well and it had brought out her bright blue eyes. In the end, Oritel had purchased Marion's and Bloom's gowns (despite the fact that Alec and Oritel had argued, in which Marion chewed them both out on it in the end).
It was growing late.
The stars had emerged into the darkened skies along with the thinly sliver moon crescent appearing over the lake as it reflect its moonlight on the water's surface. The girls had to return to back to Alfea as the specialist had to return back to Red-Fountain as well. The group had made it to Alfea's courtyard saying their final goodbye to the girls before departing away to their own school.
Radius had kissed Luna on the lips rather deeply. Meanwhile Niobe and Teredor were engaging in a deep conversation that was more likely concerning about their own future.
Bloom was still in deep thought over the man, as if he couldn't leave her mind at all.
The unknown man she'd met earlier had almost seemed dreamily like. Or one of those types of guys she would see in movies—charming and utterly mysterious. She hadn't been most aware of her parents who were trying to get her attention.
"Bloom?"
It had snapped the girl back to reality as her big blue eyes had blinked quite a few times—the redhead had felt blood rushing to her cheeks. "Yes."
"Are you feeling alright?" Oritel questioned her, as the brunet specialist was observing her behavior and for remaining a bit silent.
"Oh, sorry, I was just a bit distracted," Bloom admitted and continued on, "I mean with all what had happened today, I'm just a bit tired is all."
Oritel smiled at her warmly and placed his hands on her shoulders.
"Perhaps getting some goodnight's sleep will help with that."
Bloom gave a nod.
Perhaps that will help her with all what'd she been through in the past twelve hours (and even more but she wasn't counting the part where she'd been unconscious).
Though that man's appearance kept flashing in front of her eyes as a constant memory. . . the only memory she could even remember besides the lovely day she had spent with Oritel and Marion, was Valtor. It seemed to her that wizard wouldn't leave her mind, alone and in peace.
Would she in time figure out who she truly was?
Would her memories ever return back even if it's only in small pieces, day after day or to her utmost unimaginable horror: what if she would never remember who she was or anything from her former life?
The redhead princess had finally slipped into the softest nightdress that Marion had given to her to wear. She glanced all around the spacious room that she shared with Marion (although each had their own separate room).
Marion had noticed that the girl seemed to be hesitant about something in particular as if Bloom wanted to tell her a secret or not from the way her blue eyes shinned with some sort of secrecy as her lips turned into a frown. Clearly something had bothered the girl.
"Is everything alright Bloom?" Marion approached her daughter, as she sat besides Bloom.
"Well, there is something that I hadn't told you about, and I just didn't want to talk about in front of the guys. . . " Bloom trailed off, still feeling that uncertainty linger in her chest. The girl wasn't sure if it was something she wanted to talk about just yet, but there was feeling creeping in the back of her mind.
"Oh. Is a certain boy involved Bloom?" Marion grinned, a little excited. The redhead fairy had wanted to hear at least some details that her daughter could manage to remember.
"Sort of I guess," Bloom told Marion about her earlier confrontation with the man, giving her all the descriptions about him that caused Marion's smile to diminish, as it turned into a wide frown as if not liking where this was heading.
"So what do you think? He never did tell me his name though. He seemed generous right?" Bloom broke Marion's moment of thought as she glanced at her daughter with concern in her green eyes.
Bloom was young and a bit naïve to not notice that the wizard wasn't generously kind or displayed any sorts of affection, in fact, Valtor was a dangerous man to her. Marion would do everything in her magic to keep Valtor away from her darling daughter. It was already enough over the damage he'd inflicted upon Bloom.
Faragonda had warned them about Valtor's charisma abilities of luring fairies to his side. Not only that but with her daughter's memories being gone (for the time being), Bloom could be easily manipulated into his false truths.
She would fall for Valtor's lies and that's what terrified Marion the most. She also hated the fact that Valtor (future-self) was the man responsible for the state Bloom's currently in. Lost in the past timeline (in her parents' days) and without any of her former memories.
"Bloom, I don't think that man is being honest with you. He's merely complementing your beauty and nothing else and there's a lot of foolish men out there thinking if they laid their eyes on a particular girl then she's all theirs with a single comment they'd make. It's better for us to avoid those type of men," Marion pointed out, hoping that Bloom would believe her words of wisdom and to simply stay away from Valtor at all costs.
The words of wisdom that her mother had taught her as she was growing up, and for the most part her mother had ended up being right in the end. Marion had hoped that Bloom would indeed follow with her grandmother's guidance.
"Oh," Bloom's red brows shot upwards, "so you think he wasn't really being honest with me? I guess that's why he never told me his name."
Marion had seen how deflated Bloom became—her gaze shifted downwards as if grasping the interpretation of what her mother told her. It'd caused Marion's heart to miss a beat. She knew this wasn't going to be easy task. Valtor had managed to come into Bloom's life yet again—causing such a stir to her sweet girl. The wizard was becoming a tad annoying on her nerves.
She had gabbed Bloom's slender hands into her very own.
"Oh Bloom, everything will be alright. We'll figure this out together in no time." Marion comforted her daughter who appeared to be sleepily as the girl let out a deep yawn. "Why don't you get some rest love. Tomorrow will be a better day."
The redhead princess had snuggled deeply into her soft bed as she finally allowed her eyelids to close in a peaceful manner. Within the next few minutes Bloom was out like a lightbulb, softly snoring.
Marion had heard the buzzing sound of her phone and glanced at the screen.
Oritel.
Now the Crown Prince of Domino had clearly knew that there was indeed a future between himself and her. They were married to each other in the future, and becoming Oritel's Consort Princess of Domino, and would have bore two beautiful daughters together. . . and now. . . her youngest child was in the timeline in which she hadn't yet to exist.
A part of this made her feel happy knowing that her future would be with Oritel but at the same time it had utterly terrified what would become of their future family. Daphne was her oldest daughter. . . who was apparently about sixteen years older than her youngest sister.
Why were her two girls sixteen years apart from each other? Siblings should be close in age, not a whole decade and a half-apart? Marion would have wanted her children to be close in age not . . . like that far.
Something was missing or rather something had gone awry in the future? Was that even possible? What if something dark and terrible happened in the future or to her future daughters? How could she be able to withstand something like this—an unknown threat threatening her and her beloved family.
The redhead fairy had walked out to the balcony, as she answered her phone. Oritel's hologram figure had appeared before her green eyes, the brunet man had wore his crimson pajamas.
"Hello Marion!"
"Hi Oritel," she uttered quietly.
"How is she, Mari?"
"Bloom had fallen asleep less than fifteen minutes ago. She seems to be fine though. Anyways have you gotten any ideas or maybe a little more information about Bloom form your parents. They seemed really disturbed," Marion questioned hopefully.
Oritel's smile had faded away from his face. Concern shinned in his dark brown eyes—nearly the same worries his mother had on her face earlier. Even the queen was troubled by her granddaughter's existence.
"I'm afraid not Marion. But they did inform me they'll be discussing this matter with your parents."
"That I know of. But. . ."
"Is everything alright Marion?"
Marion had let out a deep sigh as she gazed into Oritel's handsome face.
"Oritel, what do you think our future-selves is thinking at the moment of Bloom's disappearance? Are we thinking that she's actually dead? Or. . ." the redhead fairy sounded so upset at the mere thought of picturing the news of her youngest child being dead.
A chill ran down her spine.
She watched as Oritel had stiffened and his features had grew dark and unsettled.
"I would somehow believe that our future selves would already know that our little girl is alive and not dead. . ." Oritel spoke, as he cupped Marion's chin, lifting her face to greet his bright face once more.
"We'll figure this out together Marion and help Bloom with her memories."
Author's Note
So Sorry for the long hiatus of this story! I'd been working on many things, different fics, and school related things! Anyways I'm glad to be back to this story that I'd written months ago! I remember the funny scenes too! Hopefully I'll be updating this story frequently can't say a 100% sure but I'll be working on it again since I really love this plot and there's so many things I could do about it!
BellChocolate: Thanks for all your reviews! It pleases me to know that you really like where this is going! (I'm not gonna spoil if it's gonna be a BloomxValtor or BloomxSky fic because at the moment I'm not fully sure who Bloom's going to end up with as we'll be seeing how each chapter unfolds before anyone's eyes). :)
DJ: Oh yes! It'd always been a head canon of mine that Luna would've been the godmother of Bloom and Marion would be Stella's godmother since the two are super best-friends like how Stella and Bloom are in the show! As they always say: Mother-like-daughters! You're other questions will be answered in upcoming chapters! :)
Mimisvpor: Lol! I really loved the fact of how you said 'they're all so alike their children' obviously their children had inherited certain things from their parents! And who knows how Bloom would get her Enchantix, *wink* *wink* :)
I hope you had enjoyed this chapter!
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