heida

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    heida posted an update in the group Fan Fiction 4 years, 5 months ago

    Heres a random fanfic (not continuing off my other fanfics, this is just a short scene i thought of//

    The clouds blocked out the morning sun, causing a faint grey light to blanket the two schools, good and evil. There were a few birds flying around, and sophie even glimpsed a stymph a few moments ago. She sighed and rested her arms against the window sill, resting her face in the palm of her hand. A year, it’s been one year, she thought. One year and already im feeling alone. She sighed again and closed her eyes. Sure, she was usually good at handling stray after-thoughts that lingered in her head, making her doubt her happy ending. Today though, she wasn’t happy, nor was she sad. She just felt, stressed, tired and bored. The rest of her life would be all about the dreaded school, she was the dean of evil after all. She wouldnt have friends (proffessor Manley still growled at her whenever their eyes met), ever, never ever! She was alone, but…not alone. She shook her head, confused, and yawned. A door slammed behind her and she whirled around, finger glowing and ready for anything, almost. Hort chuckled and held up both his hands, surrendering. Sophie managed to crack a smile, then realized it had turned into a frown. Horts face softened and he pulled up a chair to sit beside her. “I visited my fathers grave yesterday, Peter Pan too.” He smiled, then focused on Sophie again. She ignored him, clearly not interested in whatever he was talking about, and continued to gaze outside. The sun was slowly pushing the clouds out of its way, one of its rays reaching into the towers room. Hort nervously glanced at the storian across the room and back at Sophie. “Did you sleep here again, even though…” She ignored him still, her face still and expressionless. A single tear rolled down her cheek, and she wiped it away with a quiet sniffle. Hort took her hand and gently kissed it. Finally, she slowly turned and seemed to notice him from the first time. “Oh, hello, H-Hort.” She pulled her hand away and stood up, walking away and then falling on her pink bedsheets. Hort quickly ganced outside the window and then followed pursuit. They layed there in an awkward silence for awhile, until finally Sophie whispered,”It’s quiet here.” Hort nodded flipped onto his stomach, facing her. “It’s also very empty.” He playfully pecked her cheeks and ran his fingers through her hair. She met his eyes and frowned. “It’s lonely.” Hort pulled his hand away from her hair and sat up, leaning against a bed post. He looked out the window at the emerging sun. “Why don’t you like me, Sophie?” Silence. He turned to her. “I could have any girl i wanted, they all like me,” he pulled his sleeve down and revealed bulging veins and tight muscles.”And yet i only love YOU. But you still don’t love me, no matter what i do or how i change.” Silence. His cheeks reddened, and he stomped over to her. She looked up at him, another tear rolling down her cheek. She mumbled something to him. He glared at her and crossed his arms. “You said your alone? You have Agatha, Tedros, and two whole schools with students, animals and teachers! I have NOONE, noone…” She mumbled something again, blushing slightly. He pulled his sleeve down and slumped down next to her again. “I’m not sorry, Sophie. Nope! Not at a–” Soft lips rammed into his and lingered there, teeth slightly digging into his bottom lip. He blushed madly and pulled her in for a hug, kissing her neck. She pulled away. “You might not be, but i am.” She looked up at him. “Everybight i think about my story, how everyone abandoned me, lied to me, used me. And along i just wanted to be happy, to be good. And you know what i got as a happily ever after?” Hort carressed her hand and leaned towards her. “You got love,” he kissed her brow. “You got ME.”

    The end! Told ya’ it was short, i dont know i felt like writing but didnt want to, nevermind, whatever. I should probably sleep, its midnight where i am…

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