Chapter 1: She's got away
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A trail of glittering shattered syrups lead towards the exit of the garden, a path that's tempting him to take just to see her once more. Pavlova picked up a piece of the shattered syrups that once coated Sugarfly's wings, he held it up towards the light shimmering radiantly like stained sugar glass.
Shattering the syrup did not do anything good towards Sugarfly's wings, some of the pieces of the shattered syrups held pieces of her wings, ripped from her with the effort of removing the hard, sticky substance. Pavlova cradled the piece like a precious stone— to him, it is. The only piece what's left of her.
Sugarfly left. The thought alone sending a sharp pain in his heart.
She left the garden of delight's with Eternal Sugar's "other half" and her companions. She left the garden with torn and tattered wings with harden syrup that clung stubbornly on her. She can barely even use them, pain always flared whenever she moves them, yet happy to finally feel her wings, the happiest he's ever seen her ever since the day she arrived at the garden. Her once soft reserved smile is now just pure bliss, her eyes crinkled along with a soft blush coating her face.
Finally having back her freedom.
He should be mad, jealous even! That she got to be free from this hell disguised as heaven. Maybe he should be happy for her? She finally grew a backbone after telling her for age's to grow one. But why does he feel so empty? He already know the answer, he just doesn't want to acknowledge it, it hurts to even think about it.
Love; they say it's supposed to feel like you're floating, light as a feather, giddy whenever you thought about them. But why does his feels like there's weights on him, the thought of her made his heart feels so hollow and empty?
Brow's furrowed as he stared at the shattered piece. He still remembered the day Sugarfly walked into the garden, enamored of the gardens beauty. He was tasked to show her around, showing her around as she drank up the colorful scenery and sweetness of all the garden has too offer, but she mostly eyed the colorful butterflies that flutter around the garden. He had mostly shown her at least half of the garden, but then she suddenly stopped walking, he turned back to see what got her to stop— it surprised him when she suddenly bowed.
"Ah! How rude of me. My name is Sugarfly, forgive me for forgetting to introduce myself" she blurted, embarrassed for forgetting. Hands covering her cheeks that flush with embarrassment.
"It's alright, my name is Pavlova!" He exclaimed, his voice filled with childish glee.
Sugarfly chuckled softly, Pavlova looks adorable, reminding her of the younger faeries back home.
Pavlova couldn't take his eyes off her, she stick's out like a sore thumb in the garden, her muted and dull colors clashing with the bright and colorful pallet of the garden. Her dull yellow wings with a hint of silvery-blue details, she also wore some silver armor with intricate details carved. She looks so out of place, like the star you only have to focus on a play, she looks... Lovely.
He couldn't help but admire whenever she tries to catch up to him, her wings and skin glisten under sunlight like fine crushed crystals. They continue the tour in the garden, both taking flight to see the garden from above. Her smile is so wide, happiness evident.
He has to admit, when he first saw her, he was absolutely captivated by Sugarfly's wings. Each flap of her wings sounds like singing crystals chiming a melody of serenity, she looks like she's floating, being carried by the wind, light and delicate. When the light hit just right her wings glisten like soft liquid gold with soft blue's, almost like stained sugar glass, sometimes her wings reflect the colors around her clinging to be imprinted on such beauty.
It was... Beautiful.
Imagine his surprise when he heard what she thinks of her own wings.
"Oh, bringer of happiness, I wish to have wings as colorful as yours. I hate these dull, boring— ugly wings! I want to shine and be colorful as the beautiful butterflies, be as breathtaking as them" she uttered her wish to the bringer of happiness, those pretty wings of hers twitching in nervousness.
"Why of course my dear, I can make your wish come true! No cookie deserves to feel like that in my garden, I'll make you a happy cookie, the happiest you'll ever be! Come now my dear and let's see what I can do for your wings" she gently guide Sugarfly deeper into the garden, going to somewhere that could make her wings beautiful.
Why wish for beauty when you already have it? Can she not see the beauty she carries? blinded by desire or self doubt? Perhaps both?
How could Eternal Sugar make her wings beautiful when it's already the epitome of beauty?
After Sugarfly left with Eternal Sugar, he went to the river just to get away and have a breather. He stared at his reflection, his small and young body... He pressed his lips into a thin line as he continued to stare.
He used to have an older body. But Eternal Sugar always kept an eye on him, whatever he does is always watched, like a unruly child that always hurts himself with his foolishness. So he's watched, all what he does is monitored.
He felt so small, like a child despite his older appearance. He wants to yell, to shout that he can take care of himself, that he doesn't need to be monitored. He wants to leave, to see the world outside the garden, but he can't even muster the courage to talk about it, Eternal Sugar wouldn't even allow it even if he asked nicely.
She couldn't let him go, that he's very aware of, he's made by her dough, he's the only child that successfully survived, all the other attempt's of her making a child all died.
He was born in this garden and this garden is all he'll ever know. He understands Eternal Sugar, his mother's fear of him disappearing and crumbling, so he's being kept closely by her side, coddling him, it's suffocating.
It continued for so long that he unconsciously began to shrink into his younger form, becoming more dependant on the garden and Eternal Sugar. Fear replacing curiosity for the outside, he's still curious, but those stories Eternal Sugar told him is hard to discern which of the stories are true or false. His older body becoming a fragment, a suppressed part of himself.
Though, his younger form gave the garden an advantage for upcoming visitors, they'll be more likely to trust the garden more if a child is there, what parent would let their child roam around somewhere potentially dangerous? They'll be more inclined to believe if the child has no correlation to the hostess, a kind hostess taking the child into paradise, they'll believe she's someone kind.
Standing up from the edge of the river he flew away, not wanting to see his reflection anymore, he dislikes those types of thoughts, always bringing down his mood. While flying he spotted Eternal Sugar talking with the sugar angels, he began to descend to see what happened with the faerie. When he landed Eternal Sugar noticed him, she gave him a smile, sweet, kind— yet it sends shivers down his spine.
"Pavlova my dear, I want your opinion on Sugarfly's new wings! Aren't they just stunning?" Her gaze drifted towards Sugarfly who's now looking at her reflection on the gardens sugar mirrors, twirling and admiring her now brightly colored wings.
Sure, it does look pretty, although it doesn't even compare to her old ones. He raised a brow, questioning himself how did her wings gain color, he closely looked at her wings something coating it.
"It's... Pretty, but how did you get them to be colorful?" He asked.
"I just simply coated her wings in syrup, my dear" she simply stated, like it wasn't a big deal. Getting your wings coated in syrup renders the ability to fly! His eyes widen, glancing at Eternal Sugar to Sugarfly who's happily still admiring herself at the mirror.
"Don't look at me like that Pavlova, I told her the consequence and she agreed without hesitation, I'm not cruel enough to not tell her" she pat his head walking away and back to the more secluded part of the garden, a private place just for her, to not disturb.
He could just stare at Sugarfly in anger, she gave her freedom of flight for a pair of useless sugarcoated wings! Looking at her wings much more carefully now, he can see her once shimmering scales that looked soft to the touch is now replaced and coated with sticky syrup that would eventually harden.
"Pavlova! Aren't my wings beautiful?" Sugarfly asked, showing off her new wings to him. He can only scrunch his face, in disgust, anger, or pity, he'll never know.
"What's so great about such useless wings? Yes, they're pretty, but it's now useless! You can't even fly with them, just heavy sugar that weight you down!" He just huffed, Sugarfly worried why Pavlova seemed to be upset.
"I'm sorry, but I don't see the problem? If I can get wonderful wings like these of the cost of flying, I'll gladly accept" Pavlova clicked his tongue in annoyance, how meek and pitiful, blinded by her own vision of beauty that she can't see the beauty she already had.
"Your wings were already beautiful before coating it in syrup..." He mumbled, Sugarfly tilted her head and hummed in curiosity, not having heard what Pavlova said.
"Just forget it..." He then flew away.
He heard Eternal Sugar call for him, snapping him back from his thoughts about the past. He pocketed the shattered syrups that he picked and began to head towards her.
"Pavlova, where are you my child?" Eternal Sugar called out.
"I'm here, Eternal Sugar" he answered, praying it's not another one of her ramblings about Hollyberry, he does not want to spend another few hours of her talking his ear of about Hollyberry.
"Oh? Come now my child, why don't you call me mother? It has been a while since you called me that, no one is here to hear if that's what you're worried" she opened her arms, urging him to come, he doesn't have a choice to refuse in the matter, so he quietly went to his mother's embrace.
Ever since he was gifted his bow he began to call Eternal Sugar mom less and less, the longer he trained, the more he felt like a worker more than her son. The more he saw her break before and after her corruption and the horrible things she had done— he just couldn't call her that after what she's been doing.
The desperate attempts of keeping her people to stay and trapping them in eternal happiness, those who wish to leave being turned into a statue or being kapt in a giant jar of jam. He just couldn't handle the thought being related to a beast.
He inhaled his mother's scent, the scent of sugar and roses filled his senses making him burrow his face on her neck.
This time, just this time let him be selfish, let him be selfish for wanting his mother's embrace.
"Mom..." His throat felt dry, the sting in his eyes burns, he tighten his hold on his mother. He just wanted everything to go back to how it once was, he wants his old mother back, before the corruption, before everything, just wanting to feel his mother's warm and soft hands cradling him, hear the lullabies she sings to him when he was younger.
"There's my baby" her voice calm, she began to pet his hair, rocking him. Her wings encasing the both of them, a soft wall of feathers blocking the world outside. It's just him and his mother, he'll forget for now, he just wants to feel the warmth.
Unlike the butterfly that chose freedom, his faith is forever bound to this paradise eternal.
Chapter 2: Home sweet home
Summary:
After departing with Hollyberry and tremendously thanking her for freeing her from the sweet guise of the garden. She began to head towards the Faerie Kingdom, nervousness creeping up to her as each step she took became heavier, fear swallowing her whole the entire time she walked towards her... Home.
Notes:
Hey guys, so sorry if this chapter took a while! School started and it just consumed my time and I always got home late and tired. I usually post every week but I just can't get my phone and write something, recess usually is 20 mins long while lunch is just an hour, most of the time I'm cramming a few assignments or studying for a quiz.
We're also having a school festival and everyone is required to participate, I asked to not participate cause I always faint if I move or stand under the sun for too long, it took me 5 visits to the hospital and a few weeks if recovery to convince them to finally let me not participate, I'm really sure I have some condition of some sort but my mom refuse to let me get checked up. I hate my fragile ass body🥀🥀🥀
Made the chapter longer for compensation for those 3 months.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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After departing with Hollyberry and tremendously thanking her for freeing her from the sweet guise of the garden. She began to head towards the Faerie Kingdom, nervousness creeping up to her as each step she took became heavier, fear swallowing her whole the entire time she walked towards her... Home.
Can she still even call it that after betraying them to chase her wish for beauty?
How much did the kingdom change the time she was gone? Would they forgive her? Would they still accept her as their own? Would they still... Remember her? Those thoughts intensifying her fear. She lightly shook her head, getting rid of those unwanted thoughts, her hands tremble as she let out a shaky breath.
But the thoughts were loud.
She continued to walk in the forest, she had almost forgotten what the outside of the garden looked like. The forest is dark, devoid of any color, unlike the garden filled with bright and enticing colors, fresh and cool air that's a stark contrast from the too sweet and warm air of the garden.
The cool breeze kissing her skin, crickets and cicada's chirping and singing in the moonlight, she had missed this, the garden lacked the life outside of it, always in room temperature without any noise of bugs. She almost forgot how the cold feels like.
She felt so light, not only from freeing her wings from the heavy syrup that weighted them down but also the freedom to roam and feel. It's like she got out of some invisible shackles she hadn't noticed attached to her.
In the garden you only have to feel happy and nothing else, she can't believe she didn't saw any wrong in that, at that time it just made sense to her and never bothered to think about it much further.
Thinking about it now... It's just unnerving, cookies are supposed to feel different things, it's what makes cookies— cookies! That's what makes happiness real, the fleeting moment of joy is what makes it special.
Always feeling happiness looses the specialty it held, it just felt fake, putting a mask to appease Eternal Sugar. She was never happy in the garden, it's just now she realized it. It felt more like she's detached or just neutral in the garden, not happy, not sad... Just... There.
She was so naive back then, thinking that garden is all the happiness she needed, she betrayed her people for a pair of of pretty wings, pretty and useless wings. It would be a miracle if they still work, a miracle if the kingdom did accept her back.
Her wings suddenly twitched, sending her a jolt of sharp pain, making her cry out.
One thing about her wings is if she felt strong emotions they would respond twitching, flapping, or just springing up, anything indicating what she's feeling, her wings never got to do that again when it was covered in syrup. She groaned in pain, staying still and waiting for the pain to fade.
It took longer than expected for the pain to subside but she sighed in relief, the pain is gone and she continued her journey. She wishes she could fly again to make this journey easier, the Faerie Kingdom is on the other side of Beast Yeast If she's walking from Eternal Sugar's garden!
Dear witches... This journey will take a while.
The crunching of dry leaves is the only accompaniment she has on her journey along with the cricking of cicada's, moonlight seeping through the clouds. She took break's every now and then, once she's well rested she continued her journey.
The journey took her a few days, two? plants native to Beast Yeast aren't edible, only a few if you're lucky enough to come across. She's hungry and thirsty, and so so, so tired, she wants to go home. Maybe she should've took Hollyberry's offer to join them, once she's recovered in the Hollyberry kingdom then she could've gone home.
She sighed, too late for that.
Finally, after walking what seems like forever, she recognizes a familiar path, a path she knew well that leads to the kingdom. In her excitement she ran, following the path and seeing more and more familiar plants native to only the Faerie Kingdom. She couldn't stop the smile that's beginning to form, splitting her face to the point her cheeks hurt.
She's almost home! She can finally be home!
She passed the barrier, an illusion to hide the kingdom. That's one thing the garden also have, it uses the illusions of fogs instead of plants and light to hide. A tingling sensation washed over her when she ran through the barrier, old and ancient magic can be felt around her.
She suddenly stopped running, heaving heavily. Now infront of her stood the entrance of the Faerie Kingdom, two knights stationed on each side of the entrance. She tried catching her breath after running— wow, is she that out of shape after spending so much time in the garden?
"Who goes there, state your intentions on coming here!" One of the knights exclaimed, she looked at him and recognition flashed in her eyes. She remembered him from her time serving the tree back then, always helping her carry the heavy stuff.
She swallowed to wet her dry throat, she couldn't contain her joy when she saw someone she knew!
"It's me, Sugarfly! I'm so glad I finally got home, I thought I could never get back! But I'm so glad I did!" Both knights suddenly froze, looking at Sugarfly as if she was a ghost. At this point she probably is, from how long she's gone and probably how she looks.
"Sugarfly...?" One whispered.
"Yes yes! Do you still remember me!" She happily exclaimed, her knees began to buck under her weight, vision began to swim, black blobs floating around her, body going weak until darkness swallowed her, the last thing she heard is two alarmed shouts. She heard a distant thud before she fell into unconsciousness
She felt warm, laying somewhere soft, a bed perhaps? She still felt so tired, just wanting to sink back into blissful slumber. Pavlova wouldn't mind if she slept a bit more, right? She can make up to him for the lost time by helping twice more today!
Yeah, that would do... She slowly began to drift back to sleep.
I can take the pain, come what may.
Crack.
As long as I can fly again!
CRACK.
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She's not in the garden... She left, where is she? Panic began to fill her core, opening her eyes as light flooded her vision, thankfully not too bright to make her throbbing head feel worse.
She tried to sit up but her limbs feels so weak, she heard muffled voices around her, she can't understand what the voices are saying it's like there's cotton candy shoved in her ears. She tried to look around but her vision is so blurry, it made her panic even more thinking she woke up blind and deaf, is this her punishment for leaving the garden?!
"Breathe— can you..... Me?" Someone's infront of her, rubbing soothing circles on her palm's. In her panic she didn't get what the voice is telling her to do, getting cut off or fading out.
"Focus... Breathe..... Safe" the voice once again spoke, this time she could piece together and understood what the voice is telling her. She followed what the voice said— or what she thinks they are saying. Calming down again until her vision began to clear and her hearing came back.
"There we go, how are you feeling?" Now hearing the voice much more clearer, the voice spoke in soft and hush tones, warm, gentle and kind, it reminded her of Eternal Sugar but the voice sounds more true, sincere.
She tried to speak but no words came out, her throat felt incredibly dry.
A glass of water is then handed to her, gently taking the glass, she slowly sipped the water, careful to not choke despite wanting to down the entire glass in one chug. The water glided down her throat helping to remove the dryness, she looked up to see who's caring for her.
"Glad to see you awake, my name is White Lily. Sugarfly, right?" Sugarfly nodded still not trusting her voice to speak for her. She watched White Lily grab a chair and sat down.
White Lily... It had been so long, she had finally awoken from her eternal slumber.
"Do you remember coming at the gates?" She asked, Sugarfly nodded after a bit of racking her brain to remember what happened after she passed out. White Lily hummed.
"How long do you think you were passed out?" She asked, Sugarfly tilted her head in confusion at the question. How odd.
"A... Few hours... Or a day?" She said hoarsely, grimacing, her voice is not sounding too good, it's like she didn't use it for days. White Lily seem hesitant before speaking.
"You were out for four days" what? Dear witches, four days? Disbelief cross her face.
"You fainted due to fatigue and lack of food, along with injuries. Your wings, we patched them as best as we can, we were waiting for you to wake up if you would like them to be fully healed, I have a friend I'm going to visit the next week and I would like you to come with me to get your wings checked" her wings... Healed? The chance of her flying again is now higher. She can't contain her smile at the thought! White Lily chuckled when she saw Sugarfly smile so brightly.
She wondered how long she was this genuinely happy, the giddy feeling in her chest blooms, from her core to the tips of her fingers.
"I'll take that as a yes?" Sugarfly nodded profusely. White Lily smiled, kind and gentle.
"Very well, rest and we can discuss more later once you're well rested, I can ask someone to bring you food" she then left the room, leaving Sugarfly alone, looking around to see where she is, the memories came flooding back to her.
Her bright smile turned to something softer, nostalgia.
The medical facility in the castle, the furnitures are now different but it's undeniably the same medical facility she would always go to patch up. She smiled at herself, giggling at the memories with Elder Faerie.
"Sugarfly, you have to be careful, I see you here more regularly than your designated position beside the tree" his Majesty Elder Faerie said while patching her up.
"I'm sorry your Majesty, next time I'll be careful" sheepishly looking at the ground.
Elder Faerie sighed.
"You're the kindest cookie I've ever met, a bit stubborn if you set your mind on something, but your intentions are good" Sugarfly blushed in embarrassment at what Elder Faerie said, muttering a quiet thank you. They kept quiet, a comfortable silence around them.
"Your wings are beautiful, Sugarfly" Sugarfly looked up to see Elder Faerie, looking at her fondly. Sugarfly pressed her lips to a thin line, hesitant to believe, she just couldn't see how they're beautiful like everyone told her, her wings looked nothing compared to his Majesty's own.
Elder Faerie saw her hesitation and sighed.
"You know" he started, getting Sugarfly's attention.
"butterflies can't see their own beauty, but others can see just how beautiful they are. No matter what happens always love your wings, you might not see the beauty it held but we do. So you have to take more care for your wellbeing Sugarfly" Sugarfly, lost for words just nodded. Elder Faerie fondly smiled.
She hopes Elder Faerie could visit her, she really missed him.
She would like to apologize to him.
A knock, it startled her from her thought's making her jump.
"C-come in!" She stuttered out, the door opened revealing a faerie carrying food. Said faerie brighten when he saw her, almost tripping in his haste to go beside her.
"Sugarfly! I'm so glad you're awake!" The faerie said, eyes shimmering with unshed tears. It took her a moment to remember who he is, but when she did, she brighten when recognition flashed.
"Silverbell?" She asked, he nodded enthusiastically.
"Silverbell! You look so different now!" She looked at him in awe, the last time she saw him when they were still in training, always so shy around other cookies. He still looks shy but now he looks more confident— stronger.
"I could say the same to you, Sugarfly!" He exclaimed as he began to place the tray of food at the table beside her bed.
Oh... That's right, her appearance change when she started living in the garden.
The syrup dyed her wings, her once muted colors now bold, a stark contrast from everything around her that's full of silver and gray, dull and muted. It made her realized how out of place she looked, she had already felt like this before coming to the garden, but this just made her remember what had happened.
Her wings different from other faerie's, while theirs are smaller and more crystalline and on their backs, her's are larger with a bit more colors and patterns, instead of them being on her back like any other faerie's it's on her head. She's the very few faerie's who were born with these type of wings, rare and unique they say.
They were nice about her wings, they love her wings even! But she still couldn't help the feeling of being different. The garden made her different than before, the garden welcomes anyone and everyone, no matter what you look like.
She shook her head, she would like to take her mind elsewhere rather than to think of the garden. She quickly changed the topic.
"How was the kingdom when I was gone?" She asked, shuffling to sit at the edge of the bed, stretching her hand out to grab a fruit on the tray.
"Plenty of things happened! White Lily introduced us more to outside cultures, even trying to get our kingdom out of isolation. Things happened, there are good and... The bad, but everything is going fine now!" He grabbed the chair where White Lily was sitting moments prior and sat down facing Sugarfly, Sugarfly began to fidget with her hand's, eyes downcast. Silverbell was about to ask, but he was beat to it.
"How about Elder Faerie? Maybe you can ask him if he can visit when he's not busy? I... I really missed him and... I would like to apologize to him" she weakly smiled, her eyes welling up with unshed tears.
Silverbell doesn't know what to say, it isn't his place to break the news to her, they have discussed about this before Sugarfly woke up. White Lily is supposed to tell her, she told them she will tell her once she's better and in a better state of mind. He gripped the fabric of his pants, bitting his lips as he thinks of something to say.
"He's..." What's he supposed to say? That Elder Faerie, their king— former king, has passed? He knows Sugarfly wouldn't take it well, they were rather close and she just recently got back with grave injuries, one of them her wings, crippled and tattered, covered with a foreign type of syrup stubbornly clinging.
If he says, he will never forgive himself for causing her more pain and heartbreak after what she had possibly gone through.
"He's... Away, for some time now..." That felt wrong, lying— it technically isn't lying, he's just saying a partial truth to Sugarfly on what happened to Elder Faerie. A look of surprise crossed her face, her face softened. She smiled, sweet, yet bitter.
"Oh? You actually got him to leave the kingdom? I hope he's having a wonderful journey, I would've like if I got to apologize to him before going away" she giggled bitterly, kind of disappointed she didn't got to meet him again and apologize.
A pang of guilt hit him, if only she knew that he's away in a different way. He stood up ready to leave.
"I wish you a speedy recovery, Sugarfly. Rest well" then he's out the door.
Without anymore to do, she finished eating and went back to sleep.
The first image that popped in her head when she closed her eyes is a certain cupid, eyes always filled with disdain whenever he looks at her... No, it's pity... He was aware another victim had fallen for Eternal Sugar, he pitied her...
"Do you ever wish to fly again?" He asked Sugarfly as she tends to the garden.
"There's no need to fly in paradise Pavlova!" She replied with cheer in her voice.
"No wonder you're such a slow poke!" He rolled his eyes as he sneered, a flicker of a different emotion too fast for Sugarfly to catch appeared on his face. He then turned away from her, back facing her and he flew away, Sugarfly watched as he flew high in the sky while she stayed on the ground.
Pavlova... She wants to also apologize to him, for not understanding and seeing sooner, he was telling her— warning her when she entered the garden and she didn't listened... She never questioned, and now it's her price to pay for believing.
"What does the outside looks like?" He asked one day, the question surprised and confused her.
"Have you not gone outside? even once?" Pavlova stayed quiet for a moment, that's... Weird. Pavlova never goes quiet, his words never hesitate, seeing him like this gave Sugarfly a sense of unease.
"I do go outside. It's just... I can only roam in certain parts or if I was ordered to go, limited by..." He doesn't need to say her name— he desperately want to say her name. To make Sugarfly see that the bringer of happiness is not as good as she makes herself out to be. Yet the words won't come out, too used to hide her name behind obscured truths and sweet lies, too used to follow her command.
To not speak.
He could see the unease in Sugarfly's eyes, repeatedly opening her mouth and closing it wanting to say something yet nothing coming out, or she has lack of words to express to him? When she was about to ask something, something shifted in her eyes. Whatever she saw, it was enough to hold her tongue from asking, he doesn't know what she saw but he was thankful. Finally, after the tense silence she said something.
"I... I could tell you a few stories from my time at the kingdom and the saint's stories from her time traveling outside..." She finally say's after fumbling in trying to find her words. Pavlova nodded, his interest taken.
It was nice... He wishes those times were a bit longer, wishing he should've spent more time with her before she left...
"Pavlova dear, I want you to do something for me" he heard his mother say, holding his breath not facing her for a moment, eyes set at the entrance of the garden.
"What is it... Mother?" He asked warily, all of her request are quite... Interesting, to say the least. It would range from asking for specific flowers so she can arrange them for her beloved to searching for a cookie in the garden slightly resembling her other half so she can dress them up while she waits for the return of the real one. Whatever her request this time he'll be ready, at this point nothing surprises him anymore.
"I want you to deliver a letter" oh, a slightly tame request then. A letter to whom? To one of the Beast perhaps? Before he can maul over which Beast is the letter for, his mother once again continued.
"To deliver outside to my dearest Hollyberry!" He froze.
What?
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Outside?!
He— he had never gone outside Beast Yeast before...
Notes:
I hate my school so much, like what do you mean it starts at 7:00 and ends in 5:00??? This fic is not abandoned, it would only take months to finally post another chapter though. Really sorry if it isn't good, I made most of this in the middle of the night and I didn't bother rereading it so if there's any mistakes you can tell me so I can correct them.
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