You deserve an official best friend card. Or maybe a plaque. With lots of flourishing writing and maybe some diamonds.
That seems highly unnecessary.
You’re lying.
You know you want my plaque.
I’ll cherish it forever.
(Source: celinebellefleur)
You deserve an official best friend card. Or maybe a plaque. With lots of flourishing writing and maybe some diamonds.
That seems highly unnecessary.
(Source: celinebellefleur)
And this is why you’re my best friend.
Hug me and tell me everything’s alright when we both know Celine probably wants my head on a pike?
Everything is alright. Anyway, she’d have to go through me first.
And this is why I love you, Lucian. Even though you drive me insane sometimes.
It’s what I’m here for.
(Source: celinebellefleur)
And this is why you’re my best friend.
Hug me and tell me everything’s alright when we both know Celine probably wants my head on a pike?
Everything is alright. Anyway, she’d have to go through me first.
(Source: celinebellefleur)
Oh
Haha
You weren’t supposed to see that, Celine.
Are you offending people again, Jocelyn?
Lucian, it’s not my fault, words jut come out of my mouth.
I think it’s endearing, if it’s any consolation.
(Source: celinebellefleur)
Oh
Haha
You weren’t supposed to see that, Celine.
Are you offending people again, Jocelyn?
(Source: celinebellefleur)
And my mother thinks that I’ll be spending my evening studying…
Bless her.
Jocelyn peeked her head around one of the racks, her dark auburn hair clashing violently with the purple dress that it fell on. A grin teased at her lips and she stared at Lucian with wide green eyes.
“Well,” she purred, “it is a masquerade. So something…fancy but alluring.” She fluttered about, her hands roving over the material of the dresses around her, soft satin, coarse leather, and slippery silk all coming in contact with the pads of her fingers. Jocelyn threw Lucian a curious look, her head cocked to the side.
“You know,” she mused, fingering a soft, scoop neck blue dress with frills for sleeves, “you could always come too.”
He ran his hand over the silky fabric of a navy blue dress, imagining what it would look like on Jocelyn. It would fit her like a glove, outlining the contours of her small frame, and leaving her shoulders bare. He pictured her auburn hair in ringlet curls hanging loose down her shoulders. It was a pretty picture - elegant. Not at all what she’s looking for.
It didn’t matter. Jocelyn would look gorgeous in whatever she decided to wear.
“How?” Lucian asked, lips tight, eyes downcast as he continued to mindlessly search through the dress racks. “I didn’t merit an invitation. Or did you forget?”
Lucian couldn’t remember the last time he’d woken up before dawn. In all his sixteen years of life, Lucian didn’t think he’d ever done so willingly. Usually he was in the business of rolling out of bed, fumbling around in the dark for a clean shirt, and then walking directly to the Academy. He was frequently late - something that Valentine chided him for, stressing the importance of things such as punctuality.
They’d agreed to meet in one of the training rooms to get an early start before class. It was eerie seeing the Academy completely empty of students with only witchlight casting light and shadows across the long, silent corridors.
Valentine had already been there waiting for him when he arrived.
“Good morning,” Lucian said, eyeing the blonde boy enviously. Valentine seemed to be completely alert.
Jocelyn flashed him a grin, her green eyes alight with excitement as she got to her feet and tugged Lucian after her. His large hand was warm around her small, paw-like one and for some reason, she was extremely aware of the way he traveled around her. It’s not like they hadn’t held hands before, Jocelyn mused, leading Lucian down a small cobblestone street. But somehow, she seemed to be noticing the supple grace of his gate or the smooth lines of his cheeks in a way that she had never realized before.
And then they arrived at the dress shop and she was saved from her own thoughts. Jocelyn raised an eyebrow at him, her grin widening.
“Ladies first,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Lucian winced as his eyes were assaulted with glaringly bright colors from the assortment of dresses. There were maroons, and marigolds, and chartreuses. Every color in existence seemed to be represented here - and all the dresses came in varying styles and cuts. There were hundreds of them. By the Angel, how was he supposed to help Jocelyn sift through them all? How could anyone be expected to do such a thing? Lucian stared, feeling both dazed and overwhelmed.
Give me legions of demon hordes, anything but this.
“So what exactly are we looking for?” Lucian asked as he lifted a sheer slip of fabric up off the rack. He dropped it like it burned him. Jocelyn wouldn’t be caught dead in anything like that.
