Writerverse: Table of Doom - Forgotten
More I Prefer the Mind Control. This one is even further in the future than the previous story. I'm going to have a lot of gaps to fill in. Enjoy!
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Preston and I are hanging out in his room, and everything seems normal -- until he pulls a little velvet jewelry box out of his pants pocket and opens it. There’s a fucking diamond ring inside. Narrow gold band, with a huge heart shaped diamond surrounded by a bunch of little round diamonds. More little round diamonds run halfway down the ring. That is not for what I think it’s for. I didn’t even know you could get jewelry like that on Zimara. They have diamonds? And actual gold?
“I’m going to propose to Ayli,” Preston says, beaming.
It is for what I thought. “You’re going to fucking what now?” I mutter, my jaw dropping.
“I’m going to propose to Ayli.” He keeps beaming, smiling so brightly I need to squint to protect my eyes.
“You’re. Going. To. What?” I stare at him. My eyes are gonna bug right out of my head. He can’t be fucking serious.
“You heard me -- I’m going to propose to the love of my life. She’s my heaven on Earth,” he says. That much joy in one person’s gotta be a health hazard.
I smack my forehead. “You’re not on the fucking Earth. And, if you haven’t somehow forgotten, Ayli isn’t from Earth. She’s kind of a Princess of Zimara, since that little fact seems to have slipped your mind,” I say.
Preston narrows his eyes at me. “Hypocrite,” he mutters as he shuts the jewelry box and stuffs it back in his pocket.
“How am I a hypocrite?” I jerk my shoulders back in indignation.
He crosses his arms over his chest. “Because you’re pathetically in love with Xan. And you kissed him after he was chosen to be the next King.”
I’m surprised my eyes are still in my head. “I am not -- not fucking in love with Xan. And that kiss was an accident. It was a...high-stress situation,” I stammer.
“So your coping strategy was to kiss him in front of everyone at the Choosing Ceremony?” Preston raises an eyebrow.
My cheeks burn -- that was a stupid response. Stress makes me do weird shit, okay? Don’t look at me like that. “So you’re, like, going to get married eventually if she says yes?” I say.
“Generally that’s what happens after you propose to someone and they accept,” Preston says.
“Married like humans do it?” I say. My head swims with all of this because...has my best friend gone fucking crazy? Does he not remember that Ayli actually can’t have a human marriage on account of being, um, Zimaran royalty?
Preston gives me a funny look I can’t make sense of. “If she says yes, it would be a human wedding and human marriage. Unlike some people, I don’t want to be her sex slave.”
“You’re not talking about -- about me, are you?” I ask, taking a deep breath.
“Yeah, I am,” he says, still with that funny look on his face.
I lean back on the couch. Why the fuck is he implying I want a Soulbreaking with Xan? Sure, I like him and am not longer so pissed off about how things happened with Bonnie. And, okay, fine, I did kiss him in front of who knows how many people. But seriously?
“It’s not like Xan would even go for that. And -- I don’t even want to. I have no desire to cause an interplanetary incident. Shit was bad enough when Xan had to take me from Earth. President Bradley, like, threw a giant tantrum. I don’t wanna deal with her again,” I stammer. With the way my face feels hot enough to fucking melt off, I’ve gotta be blushing like hell.
“So if it wouldn’t cause an incident, you would want to?” he mutters, raising an eyebrow.
I grip the side of the couch. “That -- that’s not what I meant,” I say.
“Then what did you mean?” he says. “You didn’t see Leader Toffano’s latest speech, did you?”
Huh? What would the leader of the Coalition of Earth Nations have to do with anything?
Preston obviously senses my confusion. He gives me the most annoying know-it-all look ever. “She wants to ‘foster better relations between our two planets.’ Toffano even mentioned you by name. She said how she supported your ‘friendship’ with Xan and apologized for being suspicious of his intentions towards you. Oh, and also, she said that she ‘misunderstood’ Soulbreaking and wouldn’t object if you did that.”
“Bullshit.”
“Not bullshit,” he says, smirking.
“Stop -- stop trying to ch-change the subject. Even if Toffano would -- apparently -- support me and Xan, that’s, like, different. Because -- I’m a commoner. So if I do something weird, who cares? But if a Princess goes all rebel because of a regular guy like you...yeah. Have you forgotten your Earth history?” I mutter. My face is definitely gonna fucking melt off.
He just grins and laughs like this is actually fucking funny. “You remember Earth history? And...what if Ayli’s not a Princess anymore?”
“How is convincing your girlfriend to leave her position any fucking better?” I mutter, leaning back in the couch. “And Ayli hasn’t even said yes yet.”
“Said yes to what?”
Oh shit.
She’s standing right there. How did she even get in here?
Preston flies several billion feet into the air and nearly falls off the couch. He grabs the side of it to steady himself. Ayli raises an eyebrow. My heart hammers in my chest, and I can’t fucking breathe. This is awkward.
“I...have something to ask you,” he says, standing up. Now he’s blushing like whoa.
Ayli raise an eyebrow and pushes some of her long blonde hair out of her eyes. “Something to ask me?” she murmurs.
He gives me a look, but I can also see the nervousness in his eyes. Clearly, he didn’t fucking plan things this way. “But I don’t...want to ask you here,” he says. “I’d rather ask in private.”
She wrinkles her brow in confusion. “What’s so important you can’t ask me in front of Dylan?”
“Just -- just trust me on this one, honey. Why don’t we...go to your favorite garden?” He reaches for her hand.
“Alright,” she murmurs, taking Preston’s hand.
They start walking towards the door, and I find myself fucking following them out the door.
Once we’re in the hallway, Preston notices I’m there. “Maybe you should go back to your room?” he says.
Oh, right.
“Um, have fun you guys? See you later,” I mutter, having no idea what to do.
“Bye, Dylan,” Ayli says. She still looks confused.
Preston says goodbye, and I start walking away from them. As I glance back over my shoulder at the couple one last time, I can see how scared my best friend is, just by the way he walks.
I hope if Ayli says yes, that this doesn’t end in total fucking disaster.
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Preston and I are hanging out in his room, and everything seems normal -- until he pulls a little velvet jewelry box out of his pants pocket and opens it. There’s a fucking diamond ring inside. Narrow gold band, with a huge heart shaped diamond surrounded by a bunch of little round diamonds. More little round diamonds run halfway down the ring. That is not for what I think it’s for. I didn’t even know you could get jewelry like that on Zimara. They have diamonds? And actual gold?
“I’m going to propose to Ayli,” Preston says, beaming.
It is for what I thought. “You’re going to fucking what now?” I mutter, my jaw dropping.
“I’m going to propose to Ayli.” He keeps beaming, smiling so brightly I need to squint to protect my eyes.
“You’re. Going. To. What?” I stare at him. My eyes are gonna bug right out of my head. He can’t be fucking serious.
“You heard me -- I’m going to propose to the love of my life. She’s my heaven on Earth,” he says. That much joy in one person’s gotta be a health hazard.
I smack my forehead. “You’re not on the fucking Earth. And, if you haven’t somehow forgotten, Ayli isn’t from Earth. She’s kind of a Princess of Zimara, since that little fact seems to have slipped your mind,” I say.
Preston narrows his eyes at me. “Hypocrite,” he mutters as he shuts the jewelry box and stuffs it back in his pocket.
“How am I a hypocrite?” I jerk my shoulders back in indignation.
He crosses his arms over his chest. “Because you’re pathetically in love with Xan. And you kissed him after he was chosen to be the next King.”
I’m surprised my eyes are still in my head. “I am not -- not fucking in love with Xan. And that kiss was an accident. It was a...high-stress situation,” I stammer.
“So your coping strategy was to kiss him in front of everyone at the Choosing Ceremony?” Preston raises an eyebrow.
My cheeks burn -- that was a stupid response. Stress makes me do weird shit, okay? Don’t look at me like that. “So you’re, like, going to get married eventually if she says yes?” I say.
“Generally that’s what happens after you propose to someone and they accept,” Preston says.
“Married like humans do it?” I say. My head swims with all of this because...has my best friend gone fucking crazy? Does he not remember that Ayli actually can’t have a human marriage on account of being, um, Zimaran royalty?
Preston gives me a funny look I can’t make sense of. “If she says yes, it would be a human wedding and human marriage. Unlike some people, I don’t want to be her sex slave.”
“You’re not talking about -- about me, are you?” I ask, taking a deep breath.
“Yeah, I am,” he says, still with that funny look on his face.
I lean back on the couch. Why the fuck is he implying I want a Soulbreaking with Xan? Sure, I like him and am not longer so pissed off about how things happened with Bonnie. And, okay, fine, I did kiss him in front of who knows how many people. But seriously?
“It’s not like Xan would even go for that. And -- I don’t even want to. I have no desire to cause an interplanetary incident. Shit was bad enough when Xan had to take me from Earth. President Bradley, like, threw a giant tantrum. I don’t wanna deal with her again,” I stammer. With the way my face feels hot enough to fucking melt off, I’ve gotta be blushing like hell.
“So if it wouldn’t cause an incident, you would want to?” he mutters, raising an eyebrow.
I grip the side of the couch. “That -- that’s not what I meant,” I say.
“Then what did you mean?” he says. “You didn’t see Leader Toffano’s latest speech, did you?”
Huh? What would the leader of the Coalition of Earth Nations have to do with anything?
Preston obviously senses my confusion. He gives me the most annoying know-it-all look ever. “She wants to ‘foster better relations between our two planets.’ Toffano even mentioned you by name. She said how she supported your ‘friendship’ with Xan and apologized for being suspicious of his intentions towards you. Oh, and also, she said that she ‘misunderstood’ Soulbreaking and wouldn’t object if you did that.”
“Bullshit.”
“Not bullshit,” he says, smirking.
“Stop -- stop trying to ch-change the subject. Even if Toffano would -- apparently -- support me and Xan, that’s, like, different. Because -- I’m a commoner. So if I do something weird, who cares? But if a Princess goes all rebel because of a regular guy like you...yeah. Have you forgotten your Earth history?” I mutter. My face is definitely gonna fucking melt off.
He just grins and laughs like this is actually fucking funny. “You remember Earth history? And...what if Ayli’s not a Princess anymore?”
“How is convincing your girlfriend to leave her position any fucking better?” I mutter, leaning back in the couch. “And Ayli hasn’t even said yes yet.”
“Said yes to what?”
Oh shit.
She’s standing right there. How did she even get in here?
Preston flies several billion feet into the air and nearly falls off the couch. He grabs the side of it to steady himself. Ayli raises an eyebrow. My heart hammers in my chest, and I can’t fucking breathe. This is awkward.
“I...have something to ask you,” he says, standing up. Now he’s blushing like whoa.
Ayli raise an eyebrow and pushes some of her long blonde hair out of her eyes. “Something to ask me?” she murmurs.
He gives me a look, but I can also see the nervousness in his eyes. Clearly, he didn’t fucking plan things this way. “But I don’t...want to ask you here,” he says. “I’d rather ask in private.”
She wrinkles her brow in confusion. “What’s so important you can’t ask me in front of Dylan?”
“Just -- just trust me on this one, honey. Why don’t we...go to your favorite garden?” He reaches for her hand.
“Alright,” she murmurs, taking Preston’s hand.
They start walking towards the door, and I find myself fucking following them out the door.
Once we’re in the hallway, Preston notices I’m there. “Maybe you should go back to your room?” he says.
Oh, right.
“Um, have fun you guys? See you later,” I mutter, having no idea what to do.
“Bye, Dylan,” Ayli says. She still looks confused.
Preston says goodbye, and I start walking away from them. As I glance back over my shoulder at the couple one last time, I can see how scared my best friend is, just by the way he walks.
I hope if Ayli says yes, that this doesn’t end in total fucking disaster.