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Title: Where You Least Expect It
Author: LadyOfScorel
Word Count: 819
Prompt(s): Written for Cotten Candy Bingo Prompt: Magical / Soul bond
Notes: Original Work, actually based on my NaNo from last year. This is probably very clichéd but… Yeah.
Summary: From meeting to marriage. (Condensed)
Sharia sighed as she followed her parents. They had insisted that she attend this ball, and frankly, she was well aware of what a trial it was going to be. She was going to be bored out of her mind, and fending off the various suitors, all of whom her parents would be evaluating, and possibly going into negotiations with parents of said suitors to try and make a suitable match. She had no intention of being stuck in a loveless marriage, like so many of her friends had resigned themselves to.
Once they entered the ballroom, her parents left to do the circuit and she found herself a corner to hide in, snagging glasses of champagne from the waiters who passed by her hiding place. Eventually, someone found her, and she found herself whisked onto the dance floor and forced to endure tiresome small-talk and bad flirtation. (Sky above, how she missed Simeon and Carl! At least when they flirted they did it well!). Eventually, she pled sore feet, and escaped onto a balcony.
“Are you as bored as I am?” someone asked, and only years of her training out her own startled reactions allowed her to suppress the flinch her body wanted to give.
“I can scarcely envisage how any individual can be as uninterested as I am,” she replied instead, turning to face the young man behind her (who could barely be any older than her).
“How many of these are you forced to attend?”
“As many as do not interfere with my edification.”
“Well, you are certainly far more fortuitous than I am. I feel like I am at one of these event every other week.”
Sharia laughed slightly.
---
They ended up spending the rest of the night together, fending off various other potential ‘suitors’ for the other. Sharia could see her parents speculative looks, but ignored them, instead enjoying his company.
After that, their paths kept crossing, and Sharia couldn’t find it in herself to care. She enjoyed his company, and he seemed to enjoy hers. Eventually serendipitous events resolved into carefully made plans. Visits to her home in the south lead to days laying on a beach listening to the waves and birds, sharing confidences, visits to his in the North Mountains lead to days spent climbing the cliff faces and finding ledges to rest on to share water bottles and picnics. Platonic hugs gave way to romantic embraces, and all too soon, without intervention from their parents, they were announcing their engagement.
---
The day of her wedding arrived, and Sharia couldn’t settle for the butterflies dancing in her stomach. Her mother had been in to help her get ready, and then disappeared to go and make sure the final preparations had been made, leaving her with Simeon and Carl.
“You’ll be fine,” Simeon assured her, kissing her cheek.
“I am perfectly aware of that fact,” she agreed. “It does not, however, prevent me from being apprehensive.”
“Anyone would be,” Carl told her. “At least…I assume anyone would be.”
Simeon laughed. “I think our friend here’s going to be a life-long bachelor if he has his way.”
“I pity the woman who ends up with him.”
“Hey!” Carl protested, a wide grin on his face. “I resemble that! At least I’m not mooning after my classmates, Simeon.”
Simeon didn’t dignify that with a response as Sharia’s mother bustled back in and shooed them out.
“Are you sure you want to do this, dearest?” she checked.
“Mother…Ma, yes. I love him, and he loves me.”
“As long are you are sure.”
With that, they started towards the hall in which Sharia was to get married. Simeon and her father were waiting for them, Simeon with a box in his hands.
“Are you ready?” her father asked, and all Sharia could do was nod.
---
When asked later, Sharia would claim that the ceremony itself was a blur – and that was true after a fashion. Once she’d joined Ercole, and they’d knelt facing each other, as was custom, the world had narrowed, till it had been just the two of them, their hands linked.
There were few words, except the ritualistic ones as shaking hands fastened ornate collars around each other’s neck – symbols of the bond they now had to and over each other. After that, it was just the far more personal moment where they fell into each other’s minds, entwining them together until death.
Opening their eyes after they had formed the bond, was a revelation. Their senses were now shared, adapting and adjusting for flaws in each other’s perceptions. Sharia could feel tears leaking down her cheek. Her new husband reached out and touched her cheek, before drawing her in to an almost chaste kiss (if not for the feelings she could feel bubbling under the surface, even she could’ve believed it was chaste).
Now, nothing would ever separate them.
Author: LadyOfScorel
Word Count: 819
Prompt(s): Written for Cotten Candy Bingo Prompt: Magical / Soul bond
Notes: Original Work, actually based on my NaNo from last year. This is probably very clichéd but… Yeah.
Summary: From meeting to marriage. (Condensed)
Sharia sighed as she followed her parents. They had insisted that she attend this ball, and frankly, she was well aware of what a trial it was going to be. She was going to be bored out of her mind, and fending off the various suitors, all of whom her parents would be evaluating, and possibly going into negotiations with parents of said suitors to try and make a suitable match. She had no intention of being stuck in a loveless marriage, like so many of her friends had resigned themselves to.
Once they entered the ballroom, her parents left to do the circuit and she found herself a corner to hide in, snagging glasses of champagne from the waiters who passed by her hiding place. Eventually, someone found her, and she found herself whisked onto the dance floor and forced to endure tiresome small-talk and bad flirtation. (Sky above, how she missed Simeon and Carl! At least when they flirted they did it well!). Eventually, she pled sore feet, and escaped onto a balcony.
“Are you as bored as I am?” someone asked, and only years of her training out her own startled reactions allowed her to suppress the flinch her body wanted to give.
“I can scarcely envisage how any individual can be as uninterested as I am,” she replied instead, turning to face the young man behind her (who could barely be any older than her).
“How many of these are you forced to attend?”
“As many as do not interfere with my edification.”
“Well, you are certainly far more fortuitous than I am. I feel like I am at one of these event every other week.”
Sharia laughed slightly.
---
They ended up spending the rest of the night together, fending off various other potential ‘suitors’ for the other. Sharia could see her parents speculative looks, but ignored them, instead enjoying his company.
After that, their paths kept crossing, and Sharia couldn’t find it in herself to care. She enjoyed his company, and he seemed to enjoy hers. Eventually serendipitous events resolved into carefully made plans. Visits to her home in the south lead to days laying on a beach listening to the waves and birds, sharing confidences, visits to his in the North Mountains lead to days spent climbing the cliff faces and finding ledges to rest on to share water bottles and picnics. Platonic hugs gave way to romantic embraces, and all too soon, without intervention from their parents, they were announcing their engagement.
---
The day of her wedding arrived, and Sharia couldn’t settle for the butterflies dancing in her stomach. Her mother had been in to help her get ready, and then disappeared to go and make sure the final preparations had been made, leaving her with Simeon and Carl.
“You’ll be fine,” Simeon assured her, kissing her cheek.
“I am perfectly aware of that fact,” she agreed. “It does not, however, prevent me from being apprehensive.”
“Anyone would be,” Carl told her. “At least…I assume anyone would be.”
Simeon laughed. “I think our friend here’s going to be a life-long bachelor if he has his way.”
“I pity the woman who ends up with him.”
“Hey!” Carl protested, a wide grin on his face. “I resemble that! At least I’m not mooning after my classmates, Simeon.”
Simeon didn’t dignify that with a response as Sharia’s mother bustled back in and shooed them out.
“Are you sure you want to do this, dearest?” she checked.
“Mother…Ma, yes. I love him, and he loves me.”
“As long are you are sure.”
With that, they started towards the hall in which Sharia was to get married. Simeon and her father were waiting for them, Simeon with a box in his hands.
“Are you ready?” her father asked, and all Sharia could do was nod.
---
When asked later, Sharia would claim that the ceremony itself was a blur – and that was true after a fashion. Once she’d joined Ercole, and they’d knelt facing each other, as was custom, the world had narrowed, till it had been just the two of them, their hands linked.
There were few words, except the ritualistic ones as shaking hands fastened ornate collars around each other’s neck – symbols of the bond they now had to and over each other. After that, it was just the far more personal moment where they fell into each other’s minds, entwining them together until death.
Opening their eyes after they had formed the bond, was a revelation. Their senses were now shared, adapting and adjusting for flaws in each other’s perceptions. Sharia could feel tears leaking down her cheek. Her new husband reached out and touched her cheek, before drawing her in to an almost chaste kiss (if not for the feelings she could feel bubbling under the surface, even she could’ve believed it was chaste).
Now, nothing would ever separate them.
