Another holiday and so soon! Very exciting, I hope everyone out there enjoyed the day (or Beautiful Creatures, now in theaters!) and got to snuggle with someone close- whether it be your partner, your dog, or you book/movie crush. I, personally, snuggled with my dog.
Do you remember that story I posted on Mardi Gras? Well, in all truth, I came up with it as I went along and I thought I should continue it today, although this will probably be the last you hear of Angela, Jason, and the dragon named Beethoven. So, in honor of Valentine's Day, here is the same story, from Jason's point of view. Enjoy!
My Queen, Don't Cry (JASON)
The gym was crowded with people. Everywhere he looked there were dancers, and lights, and music that pounded in his skull. She had just disappeared, and he knew he wasn't the only one looking for her. Besides the mass of students who considered her their idol, the White Man had set his henchmen on her trail as well. It was about time he told her the truth, but he needed to find her first.
<<The bathroom, under the stairs.>> Beethoven's voice announced in his head like a loudspeaker.
Pushing past partygoers and a couple making out he made it out of the overcrowded, under staffed, gymnasium and into the hallway where a few other couples were loitering and doing more then just dancing.
The bathroom under the stairs was so old that only the janitors used it. And the rare person. Why would Angela be in there? He grimaced at what could be going on. The place was notorious for first times.
With a second's hesitation he pushed the door open and tried to hide the fact that he had been terrified that he might not find her- or that if he did find her it would be under uncomfortable circumstances. But as soon as he shot in he could see her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were red, and while it was almost imperceptible, there were splotches on top of her cheeks. His heart broke right then and there.
As the door shut itself, the outside world dissappeared. There was no more music, no more strobe lights, and it was just him and her. Her and him.
As he took in the rest of the room- she hadn't turned around- he saw the tiara Sophia had just crowned her with, in the corner, smudged. Jason took a step forward. There was nothing he could ask, nothing she would answer, and nothing he couldn't tell from her appearance. She wasn't alright.
"Can I help?" those first words didn't even begin to sum up the churning emotions bouncing around in him.
No answer, but the tears started anew. He didn't think she even noticed.
He kneeled down and picked up the crown. There was a dent in the side that he hadn't noticed before. "Dlo fo srewop, won ti xif," he murmered the anciant Babylonian, fixing it. The small amount of magic he had was swept out of him. It would be renewed after a good night's sleep. Then Jason took the crown and put it back on Angela's head. It looked perfect.
<<You look beautiful.>> He murmered in her mind. He hadn't meant to say it, but it had come out.
Angela closed her eyes in the mirror. <<Beautiful on the outside, ugly on the inside.>> she thought. Even though it wasn't directed at him, he heard it.
This broke his heart into even more pieces. He wrapped his arms around her. <<That's not true.>>
"You're a dirty liar, Jason Smith," he smiled against her hair when she scolded him. He could hear the tears in her voice. She had turned to face him now.
He didn't like to see her like this. He raised one thumb and used it to wipe away the tears cascading down her cheeks. "My queen, don't cry," he whispered. He had no idea why he said those exact words, but they felt right, especcially seeing her dressed up like one in her scarlet gown and tiara.
And then she did something unbelievable. She stood up on her toes and kissed him. And he kissed her back. His arms encircled her, getting caught in her raven hair. This felt right.
But still, <<I need to tell you something.>>
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