— The Girl Who Fakes Her Smiles —
-Rides an imaginary pony and pretends to be holding reins-
Anyone know what that's from? ;D Shoutouts to the people that know! :3 (Heh heh. The dark side~)
You wanna know something that happened to me in my life? (Probably not, but whatever. Who cares what you think... jkjk :D) I got a 77 on the first test I took in my honors Global History class. No joke. A 77. My teacher's pretty hard... Yeah. I was depressed for a day, now I'm fired up to ace her friggin class no matter what. You know what makes it hard for me to hate her class? Because she's so hilarious. Yeah... Conflicting emotions. I WILL ACE HER CLASS! Can I get some support? :D
Now. Back to the story which is so much less interesting than my human life...
=:- Love and Respect -:=
Favors and Freedom
"You're lying," I hissed, fingers clenching even tighter around my dagger making my already-white knuckles, extremely prominent.
This time, the girl stared up at me with amusement in her blue eyes. "If I were lying, I'd be half-human. If I weren't lying, I'd be half-human. So pretty much either way," she continued with a smirk twitching at her lips, "I'm not a complete fey."
My aura flared with anger at her completely logical reasoning.
"These things don't happen this spontaneously," I said with narrowed eyes behind my sunglasses.
"Yes, they do. They're called miracles," she answered, looking slightly bored.
Suddenly, all my energy was just knocked out of me in a large breath of air that slowly blew out from my lips as I said in a weary voice, "I like to call them setups."
When I heard her reasoning, my brain wasn't able to handle the impact of how what she was saying was true, so it just went blank. I slowly rolled off the girl and limply flopped onto my back. The only thing I was feeling was numbness as if somebody dumped me into a tub filled with ice-cold water, making it seem like all of my nerves have gone dead.
For some reason, the thought of another half-human, half-fey has never crossed my mind. I always thought I was, literally, forever alone.
Why do I have such a pessimistic train of thought?
Because I am a closed-minded, anti-social, forever-PMS'ing teenage, fey-hybrid with freaky golden eyes.
Truthfully, I've only felt like this one other time in my life: the time Mab told me about my father. The feeling of shock that just leaves you feeling empty, not yet able to conjure up the adequate emotions is something I've felt twice in my 600 years of life. The only difference between this moment and then, is the feeling that comes afterward.
Then, I wanted to tear the room apart, rip the furniture to pieces, but instead, sorrowfully sobbed my heart out in front of the Unseelie Queen who was drinking up my pain with sick satisfaction.
Now, there was an airy feeling in my chest. It was like a bird, with my body as its cage. The bird was fluttering it's wings, the feather tips lightly brushing its enclosure. The bird was hope. Yet, I reacted by threatening the life of the person who gave me that hope.
Just bloody brilliant.
Meghan watched the girl cautiously, slowly lifting herself up to a sitting position. Her chest was tight and burning slightly with excitement though she managed to keep her face from twitching. Meghan was thinking about how amazed she was about finding someone like her. Simultaneously, her back thoughts were tinged with annoyance at how Glitch and the guards were more stupefied by their transaction than the two were.
Speaking of which, the guards were noticing that the girl has gotten off of Meghan, and quickly started whipping out their swords.
Meghan rolled her eyes, saying, "Really? You point them at her after she holds a dagger to my throat? Nice to know what you guys really think of me."
The guards' eyes widened before they began to apologize profusely.
"Idiots," the dark-haired girl muttered under her breath, shaking her head with scorn.
"Nah," Meghan responded. "They're just thick-headed sometimes."
The girl smirked faintly, seeming as if she weren't completely over the mind-blowing news. Meghan was surprised she was. "'Specially the blonde over there. He really lives up to the stereotype, no?"
Meghan let out a laugh and gave the girl a bright, electrified smile that left her blinking in shock.
"You know," Meghan said, still smiling. "You're all right. When you aren't trying to put a dagger in my throat that is."
And there started a beautiful friendship.
Well, more like a beautiful conversation filled with easy-going banter and (somewhat) playful teasing to the still mystified male.
The only serious thing the girl could say about him was, "What a blonde."
"Oh, no," Glitch breathed, staring at me with a horrified expression on his face. He then held his head in his hands. "This is so not happening. It's one thing to meet her and talk to her, but to do this, too? She's just like him. I'm going to go insane. Does nobody care about my sanity? I think not."
I stared at his rambling, hunched over figure with confusion in my eyes. Turning to Meghan, I hoped to get some answers when I saw her grinning, slightly maniacally, at me.
"What?" I asked, blinking blankly. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Meghan laughed, bright eyes twinkling mischievously.
"It is to me," Glitch groaned, dropping his head into his hands, "And I only just got over the first freaking news flash."
Then, our group fell into an awkward silence. Glitch was standing with his arms crossed, scowling at the floor. His body language shouted, 'I'm anti-social because I feel like it!', or something along those lines. The guards were being... Guard-like. You know, the type where they just stand there, hand on their sword while scanning the surroundings for any enemies.
I felt a gaze bore into the side of my head.
I looked up to see Meghan's eyes staring at me intently. Scuffing my worn out, black converse on the dirt floor, I glanced away, but her eyes never strayed.
Then, I broke.
"What? What? What you waiting for?" I blurted out in a slightly desperate tone. (Yes. You've read that correctly. Desperate. Let's just say, the three of us (the guards don't really count) have gotten pretty close over the past few... minutes? Hours? Does it matter?...)
"I thought you were thinking about your answer..." she said slowly, giving me a strange look.
"Answer to what question?" I asked, shaking my head in confusion.
She gave me a dazzling smile. "If you wanted to join my court, of course," she stated matter-of-factly.
I gawked at her. "'Scuse me?" I asked in a breathless voice.
"C'mon, Ira," Meghan energetically bounced up and down on the balls of her feet as she stood. "Join my court. You wouldn't have to live in a tree anymore," she baited, coating her voice with so much sugar, I was sure that she got a cavity.
"I..." What was I supposed to say? You're only asking me to join your court because I have this weird aura that attracts people to me? Yeah. That would go over like a ton of freaking bricks. I mean, we've gotten to know each other, but not enough for me to tell her that.
While I was struggling for an answer, a new variable was added to help try and sway my decision.
"Hello, princess. And aren't you in a curious situation."
I froze in place, my blood chilling as I heard the word. Princess.
When I was still in the Unseelie Court, the fey would mock me. They'd call me the Mistake Princess, the Royal Half-Breed, or would just sneer Princess in a horrible way. I've come to actually hate the word.
But when I heard it just now, addressed to someone, that hate ricochets back into my mind. Especially when I knew it was aimed towards me. A flare of muddled, red hatred bursted in my aura before quickly disappearing, leaving behind the usual swirl of bright, clear reds, oranges, and a dirty, overlay of gray.
"Grim!" Meghan exclaimed in surprise, not noticing my flash of anger.
"I know my name," the cait sith licked his paw before giving me an all-knowing look with a blink of his gold, saucer-like eyes from the large, smooth rock he appeared on.
"How have you been? Oh, and why are you still calling me Princess?" Meghan asked curiously, not knowing that it was me he aimed the title towards.
Wait a minute.
"Why would he call you princess?"
She turned to me and tilted her head. "Because I'm Oberon's daughter?"
I blinked quickly, feeling a headache coming in. The mind-blowing news caused me to blurt out the first thing that came to mind.
"I knew I thought I smelt something like dirt."
She raised her eyebrows at me.
My eyes widened.
"Wait. No, no, no. I didn't mean it like that," I backtracked, shaking my head and waving my hands in a slight panic. "It's more like an earthy smell!" Even I slapped my forehead in the classic face palm at my lame attempt at trying to cover up my mistake.
I winced and gave her a weak, sheepish grin. Meghan just rolled her eyes and laughed.
"Ah. Still as eloquent as ever, I see," the cait sith commented, staring at me with his all-knowing eyes.
I scowled at him. "Do me a favor: Go chase a rabbit and get eaten by a kelpie."
Meghan snorted before getting my attention, ignoring the fact that the cat and I know each other. Most likely since he knows everybody.
"So, will you?"
"Speaking of favors: she will," came the cat's voice, answering for me.
I turned to him with a cold look on my face. "Why do you think you have any right to-" I stopped, eyes opening as I absorbed his words.
I owed him a favor.
"If it helps," Glitch butted in. "I never liked cats."
Heh. Heh. Whatta blonde. Sorry I ended it here. You guys probably already know what's going to happen a little after this, how Meghan reacts and all that, but everything after that is changed. Err. GOING to be changed, as in, I didn't write it yet.
I AM SUUUUUPPPPPPEEEEEERRRRR SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING SOONER!
Queen of Air and Darkness: -winces- Gawsh. Your glare is so icy that I could feel it coming from Mackie Effing Mad's story x.x Wut's the Pearl? :O Great. You get to learn about myths (which are always fun to know about... ish) when I get to learn about the brain size of a neanderthal .-. (50 cm cubed bigger than ours actually lol yes I do actually learn something in class) We call our world history 'Global History' 8D Sounds better doesn't it? ;D
Twinni: LOL! AND I UPDATE AFTER A MONTH! EVERYONE WINS! (Not really) Third person is okay now... I have to work on present tense .-. Lol. Ikr? Italics are so hard... I mean, to highlight a section and click an icon, phew, sweating, man. (Sarcasm. Gotta love it.) I think she did touch up on it actually at the end of the Iron Knight... Not sure. WHAT'S FOR DINNER? SPAGHETTI MAN! SPAGHETTI! (Dude, I had no idea how to spell spagetti, so I just did autocorrect xD) I'd really like a book buddy. Maybe your or Queenie could just move to my school, and we could talk in like, book code. Nobody'd know what we were saying unless they were total nerds like us :3 I wish I were fey. You think the Queen of Air and Darkness could turn me? Nah. She'd probably turn me into a brainless pet. Ahahaha. Okay. But this one was. Lame that is.
Ttylz broskis.
— The Girl Who Fakes Her Smiles —