Twiblight, the saga continues a bit more
Twiblight Chapter Three (Parts One and Two)
Bella was trying to read the book when suddenly a cacophony of awfulness resonated through the dormitories.
"CRAWLING IN MY SKIN, THESE WOUNDS THEY WILL NOT HEAL!"
"Jowan, quit it," Bella snapped, slamming the book shut.
"You just don't understand my pain, Bella," Jowan said.
Bella rolled over and faced him. As usual his hair was dyed dark black and completely obscured his right eye. He was very pale and his eyelids were heavily covered with black makeup. His sorry attempt at facial hair was straggly and gross.
"What pain's that exactly?" Bella asked, rolling her eyes.
"The eternal pain of living without my heart's one true desire..."
"Cookies?"
"Love."
"Oh, right."
"I wrote a poem last night," Jowan said, brushing his hair out of his eye for a bit. "Oh love, you dead bird that cannot fly. Oh love, you unwrapped slightly sticky humbug of mediocrity. Oh love, you shattered mirror that cuts my soul to pieces. Such a bright flower that blooms in the desert of my heart, you have ensnared my senses."
"Wow that was like, really deep, Jowan, but aren't poems supposed to well... rhyme?" Bella asked.
Jowan scoffed: "Oh Bella, no true artist conforms to silly conventions like rules, it just stifles our fragile hearts."
"So who's the lucky lady?" Bella asked.
"She is my muse, my paragon."
"You're dating a dwarf? Eww." Bella made a face.
"No no, it's Lily, the chantry sister."
"But she's like a nun, or whatever," Bella pointed out, "and there are all those rumours about you."
"What rumours?" Jowan asked.
"That you're a blood mage,"
"Oh for the Maker's sake Bella, not everyone who's emo cuts themselves! That's just a stereotype!"
"But still, an emo goth and straight edge chantry chick? That's a bit weird, Jowan."
"Speaking of weird, I saw Cullen doing exercises in the courtyard, whatever did you say to him to get him all riled up?"
"What do you mean?" Bella asked.
"We've all noticed the way he looks at you, I just assumed you two were dating."
"What? He barely even talks to me and he has a mole, Jowan! A MOLE!"
"Well Lily has stretch marks and a pimple on her butt, but true love doesn't care about that kind of thing. People should love you for who you are, as long you're not fat or unpopular."
"That is sooo deep... you really think Cullen likes me?" Bella smiled. "He's a templar, he's not supposed to be interested in people."
"And Lily was forced to take a vow of chastity. We're teenage mages, rules are for breaking!"
"You think I should... ask Cullen out?" Bella wondered. "But boys are supposed to ask girls, not the other way around and anyway, he's too perfect for someone like me."
"Five minutes ago you were complaining that he had a mole!"
"I don't deserve someone so perfect, I'm just Bella, just me."
Jowan stood up and walked into a wall: "I wish I had depth perception, but you have to make sacrifices for beauty. If I didn't look this good people would treat me like every other schmuck."
"Jowan, you are everybody's buttmonkey," Bella pointed out as Jowan lolloped away. Once he had gone away he thoughts returned to Cullen. If he liked her, why did he run away from her, why was he afraid to talk to her?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Greagoir scowled at Cullen, his brows knotting together like hairy caterpillars in a frenzy of mating, never mind the fact that caterpillars don't mate. Each one of his features was schooled for sternness. Gregoir was not a happy bunny, no siree.
"Listen to me you scum," Greagoir said unpleasantly to establish himself as an unpleasant character because Cullen was clearly way too pretty to be addressed as "scum", especially by someone who was not so hot himself.
"What have I done wrong, ser?" Cullen asked, with just a slight hint of contempt on the last word, establishing himself as a cool S.O.B rebelling against the stodgy old school teachers, I mean... Templars.
"Don't play dumb with me, boy!" Greagoir said in a patronising way that further established him as big ole meanypants. "You know damn well what's going on and I want it stopped, you hear?"
Cullen spread his arms helplessly. "How can I stop doing something when I don't know what it is?" He pointed out being rather uncharacteristically reasonable.
"You and that Bella creature!" Greagoir said, turning an unattractive colour of purple. "That clumsy insipid girl child! I'm not blind, you fool"
"Don't talk about Bella that way!" Cullen said, with more animosity than he had previously displayed.
"She's a mage, they're all the same! Wanton, devilish creatures, cursed with ungodly powers! They are sent to test us, should any one of us fall they would run amok throughout the land!"
"She is not like that!" Cullen said and before he had realised it he had crossed the distance between them in two great strides and lifted Greagoir clean off the ground. With seemingly no effort he hoisted the other Templar, who was wearing a full set of plate armour, against the wall and pinned him there.
Gregoir looked surprised and worried, but then his features slid into a satisfied smirk. "So it's true what they say about you? Does she know what you are? Would she welcome you to her bed and bosom knowing all you can do and all you've done?"
Cullen stared wildly and let Greagoir slide down the wall and regain his footing once more. "She doesn't know, she can't know. She'd hate me..." He muttered and ran out of the tower, into the rain.
Bella was trying to read the book when suddenly a cacophony of awfulness resonated through the dormitories.
"CRAWLING IN MY SKIN, THESE WOUNDS THEY WILL NOT HEAL!"
"Jowan, quit it," Bella snapped, slamming the book shut.
"You just don't understand my pain, Bella," Jowan said.
Bella rolled over and faced him. As usual his hair was dyed dark black and completely obscured his right eye. He was very pale and his eyelids were heavily covered with black makeup. His sorry attempt at facial hair was straggly and gross.
"What pain's that exactly?" Bella asked, rolling her eyes.
"The eternal pain of living without my heart's one true desire..."
"Cookies?"
"Love."
"Oh, right."
"I wrote a poem last night," Jowan said, brushing his hair out of his eye for a bit. "Oh love, you dead bird that cannot fly. Oh love, you unwrapped slightly sticky humbug of mediocrity. Oh love, you shattered mirror that cuts my soul to pieces. Such a bright flower that blooms in the desert of my heart, you have ensnared my senses."
"Wow that was like, really deep, Jowan, but aren't poems supposed to well... rhyme?" Bella asked.
Jowan scoffed: "Oh Bella, no true artist conforms to silly conventions like rules, it just stifles our fragile hearts."
"So who's the lucky lady?" Bella asked.
"She is my muse, my paragon."
"You're dating a dwarf? Eww." Bella made a face.
"No no, it's Lily, the chantry sister."
"But she's like a nun, or whatever," Bella pointed out, "and there are all those rumours about you."
"What rumours?" Jowan asked.
"That you're a blood mage,"
"Oh for the Maker's sake Bella, not everyone who's emo cuts themselves! That's just a stereotype!"
"But still, an emo goth and straight edge chantry chick? That's a bit weird, Jowan."
"Speaking of weird, I saw Cullen doing exercises in the courtyard, whatever did you say to him to get him all riled up?"
"What do you mean?" Bella asked.
"We've all noticed the way he looks at you, I just assumed you two were dating."
"What? He barely even talks to me and he has a mole, Jowan! A MOLE!"
"Well Lily has stretch marks and a pimple on her butt, but true love doesn't care about that kind of thing. People should love you for who you are, as long you're not fat or unpopular."
"That is sooo deep... you really think Cullen likes me?" Bella smiled. "He's a templar, he's not supposed to be interested in people."
"And Lily was forced to take a vow of chastity. We're teenage mages, rules are for breaking!"
"You think I should... ask Cullen out?" Bella wondered. "But boys are supposed to ask girls, not the other way around and anyway, he's too perfect for someone like me."
"Five minutes ago you were complaining that he had a mole!"
"I don't deserve someone so perfect, I'm just Bella, just me."
Jowan stood up and walked into a wall: "I wish I had depth perception, but you have to make sacrifices for beauty. If I didn't look this good people would treat me like every other schmuck."
"Jowan, you are everybody's buttmonkey," Bella pointed out as Jowan lolloped away. Once he had gone away he thoughts returned to Cullen. If he liked her, why did he run away from her, why was he afraid to talk to her?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Greagoir scowled at Cullen, his brows knotting together like hairy caterpillars in a frenzy of mating, never mind the fact that caterpillars don't mate. Each one of his features was schooled for sternness. Gregoir was not a happy bunny, no siree.
"Listen to me you scum," Greagoir said unpleasantly to establish himself as an unpleasant character because Cullen was clearly way too pretty to be addressed as "scum", especially by someone who was not so hot himself.
"What have I done wrong, ser?" Cullen asked, with just a slight hint of contempt on the last word, establishing himself as a cool S.O.B rebelling against the stodgy old school teachers, I mean... Templars.
"Don't play dumb with me, boy!" Greagoir said in a patronising way that further established him as big ole meanypants. "You know damn well what's going on and I want it stopped, you hear?"
Cullen spread his arms helplessly. "How can I stop doing something when I don't know what it is?" He pointed out being rather uncharacteristically reasonable.
"You and that Bella creature!" Greagoir said, turning an unattractive colour of purple. "That clumsy insipid girl child! I'm not blind, you fool"
"Don't talk about Bella that way!" Cullen said, with more animosity than he had previously displayed.
"She's a mage, they're all the same! Wanton, devilish creatures, cursed with ungodly powers! They are sent to test us, should any one of us fall they would run amok throughout the land!"
"She is not like that!" Cullen said and before he had realised it he had crossed the distance between them in two great strides and lifted Greagoir clean off the ground. With seemingly no effort he hoisted the other Templar, who was wearing a full set of plate armour, against the wall and pinned him there.
Gregoir looked surprised and worried, but then his features slid into a satisfied smirk. "So it's true what they say about you? Does she know what you are? Would she welcome you to her bed and bosom knowing all you can do and all you've done?"
Cullen stared wildly and let Greagoir slide down the wall and regain his footing once more. "She doesn't know, she can't know. She'd hate me..." He muttered and ran out of the tower, into the rain.