Flouresce - Aeres

_{Strong Bond}



“Wow, really?” Flouresce let out a long, hard laugh, burying her face into one hand as she continued to laugh obnoxiously loud. It was all she could do as a Professor—laugh when the stupidity of her students rang most loudly. She was a good Professor, she knew that. Though not all her students were good students. That was frustrating, but also oh-so funny. She once again re-read the answer to one of her questions, “What was the universally accepted turning point in the Second World War?”

The student had promptly admitted that he “hadn’t the faintest clue” but he did continue to go on what he thought should have been the turning point. It involved a ridiculous scenario of a lone hero who came from the “quiet section of Aurora City” and with looks that seemed to strangely mirror that of the students and bravado that not even King Ankei could rival. Flouresce laughed, commenting in several spots of the essay, admiring the boys imagination, but at the end left a very stern note to make an arrangement to see her and start a study session.

It was slightly exasperating, Flouresce had to admit, that the real reasons often went unremembered.

Yami, her father, was the true reason the second war had ended. The war was nearly four-hundred years ago and yet everyone was already forgetting that the diminutive Prince of Aurora had owned up to his demonic blood and taken full responsibility for the demons actions. In fact, he had traveled into the heart of the battlefield to meet with the General of the Demon Army against his fathers wishes and his own better judgment.

After a strained negotiation Yami had convinced the Demon Army to stand down. Ankei, then the Prince, was at that time convincing their father the then King of Aurora to stand down. It wasn’t until Yami returned, promising to take formal sovereignty over the demons’ action that the King of Aurora finally relented the attacks—even if it meant he had to acknowledge that his son was a demon. It had been a turning point for the demon-elf relations and it had mended the strain for several years.

It wasn’t until King Kitisrumi’s health finally got the better of him and he started a third war, the very war that ended up claiming his life through assassination. Ankei, suddenly King, did his best to restore the relation after his own people had started a bloody and unprovoked war. The relation between the elves and demons, however suffered a major blow and was all but completely shattered again.

Flouresce remembered how her parents had cried. They had been so close, so close to ending all the discrimination, but one final act by King Kitisrumi had virtually ruined it all. It had left Yami and his people an out-cast once more. Flouresce had been young—far too young to understand her parents’ tears at the time, but old enough to know she should remember this time. She had, which was why she now taught students the empathy her adopted parents had, as well as the sorrow they had for the wars and the death. It surprised her students to know that a demon had feelings. It truly did.

/Enough of this…/ she thought, stretching her arms over her head. The last war had been less than two hundred years ago, and yet it was still painful to think about. As people who lived for thousands of years it was still a raw memory to them all. Learning about it often brought back old discriminations, but Flouresce didn’t always teach right from the book. She put her experiences in it as well. That seemed to help her students focus more… Except for this particular student who she had spied sleeping through several lectures.

Flouresce stood, grabbing her coat and tugging it on. Her high heels clacked loudly as she walked out of her office. She had enough reading essays for now. How many had she read? Thirty? How many were left? Forty? Yes… it had been a long day and she needed a walk.

The woman ran her fingers under her lushes crimson hair before jerking it away so it danced across her back with a shimmer that would remind anyone of fire. She was a beauty in her own right, and many often said she was the spiting image of Queen Dawn—her great grandmother. Yet, that couldn’t be true. She had been adopted.

Flouresce was a little surprised when she reached the outside world—for it was raining. Hard. She let out an annoyed noise, sprinting across the courtyard to reach the overhang across the way. She shielded her eyes as she ran, trying to ignore how she was starting to feel water-logged. She quietly cursed the four inch heels that prevented her from reaching her top speed.

/Damn them, damn them, damn them, damn them…/

“Flouresce?”

The woman turned her head as she ran, spotting her best friend, and little sister. “Aeres! What are you doing here?”

Aeres gave her a funny look, watching her sister stand there, rain drenching her and water droplets plastering her crimson locks to her face. It wasn’t often that you saw Flouresce disgruntled. It was rather amusing. Aeres came to stand beside her sister, offering her the umbrella as well. “You look like crap,” Flouresce frowned at her, and without missing a beat Aeres continued, “You said you wanted to see Miles’ exhibition. I thought I’d come get you since I figured you’d forget.”

Aeres may act fierce all the time—and her sharply angled eyebrows, narrowed eyes and all-around cold demeanor often supported that, but she had a soft side. It was apparent more often then the black-haired woman would have liked to admit.

“Yeah, thanks. I was correcting essays… and the last one about gave me an aneurysm.”

“I’m sure it wasn’t that bad, you’re just too sensitive.” Aeres stated matter-of-factly. The two began their way towards the cities Training Center. It was only used for exhibitions; in fact, most of the training of the students took place several miles outside of the city in a secluded temple. When a student was about to graduate they performed an exhibition of their skills—Miles was about to graduate, top of his class.

It was an event many had come to witness , mostly because Miles was the only drow any of them had seen, or would ever seen. He was exotic in his own way, and being charming, gentle and disciplined he often drew more attention then just a passing look. It was up to his older siblings to fight off the masses directed at their little brother who seemed completely exempt from discrimination, but it was replaced by an almost sickening fascination for his ebony skin, white hair and auburn eyes. He was so unique that pretty much every eye that fell upon him filled with greed.

Flouresce thought quietly about what Aeres had said and then she shook her head, “It was a very epic tale, I rather enjoyed it.” When Aeres looked at her with another one of her puzzled expressions, Flouresce explained jovially. Aeres shook her head in disgust, not amused but Flouresce just laughed. If she didn’t laugh off the silly things her students did, she’d probably end up killing them all. Which was exactly why Flouresce taught in a classroom and Aeres taught in a ring. They were similar, but different with their passions. Aeres wasn’t afraid to beat disobedient students to a bloody pulp.

“It’s ignorant, Flouresce. Why laugh? Father did something admirable. It’s complete shit that no one recognizes him for that.”

Flouresce shrugged, “Sure. I think Dad knows that people generally suck as a whole. He’s probably not very offended when people forget that he was the sole purpose we’re not knifing each other in the streets...” At that time they entered the main street where the masses were mostly making their way towards the exhibition building. Some recognized the two respectfully for their positions and greeted them as they continued on, though most were only sane enough to greet Flouresce who was much less likely to punch them in the face for getting her title wrong.

“So, Aeres, tell me. Do you think Miles is going to be the talk of the city for the next few months?”

Aeres about beamed with pride, “Of course, what are you stupid? I taught him.”

“Sure, sure. He learned from the best.” Flouresce continued playfully, feeding her sisters ego. Aeres grinned at her, but Flouresce could tell that she understood that the red-head was humoring her. For Aeres, praise was praise, regardless of the sarcastic undertones.

“Who’s all not going to be there?” Flouresce asked curiously. Due to their big family, it wasn’t always easy to get everyone together for family gatherings—and it was also a lot easier to ask who’s not going to be there instead of who will be there.

“Hmm… Well…” Aeres quietly thought, “Perry can’t make it since he’s still an ass,” Flouresce laughed hysterically at this and trying not to laugh herself Aeres continued,” Raif has some Council meeting he has to prepare a speech for and he’s starting to freak out over it since Uncle Ankei apparently has been off in la-la land playing with the little ones and has been of no help. I know Christine is sick again, but I think she’s going to make a good effort to make it… “ Aeres shrugged, “So for sure Perry and Raif can’t make it…”

“Vyse didn’t talk himself out of it?” Flouresce asked, genuinely surprised. Vyse and Miles were a terrible combination—like mints and orange juice. Vyse was someone who laughed when someone fell off a horse, while Miles rushed to their aid. Their views were complete different spectrums—and despite the fact that Miles was the most talented fighter Flouresce had ever seen, it wasn’t hard to send the empathetic boy into tears. Thus why the brothers avoided each other at all costs. Flouresce herself didn’t fancy Vyse much and completely sympathized with her drow-brother.

“He tried, but Scout told him he wouldn’t go on that trip with him if he didn’t and Miles about cried when Vyse tried to refuse anyways… So Vyse said he’s only going since Scout wants him to go, not because Miles was about to sob himself to sleep for the next week if he didn’t go.”

“What a little shit.” Flouresce said, shaking her head. There was always a student that acted like Vyse—completely disregarding others feelings and pretending like he didn’t care. Flouresce was known to pick on that student a little more than usual, though strangely enough, those were the same students that came back to visit her after they graduated. If only her and Vyse could get on the same page too.

“Yeah, pretty much. Boys will be boys, and most boys are pretty stupid.” The girls laughed. “Oh, hey, speaking of little shits, I can see Edward. You can make out that stupid blond from a mile away.” Aeres scorned, but despite the insults she sent at her fraternal brother, they had one of the strongest bonds that it was hard to rival. The meaner Aeres got, the more she liked you. Her insults were pretty much a blessing the family had learned. It was the next best thing to a hug for her.

Flouresce laughed quietly, quietly remembering all the little jabs her sister made at her throughout the day.

Yes, they were pretty close.

[Ramirez]

<sub>A/N:WARNING: A swear word here and there.

I know these stories seem so painfully random, and they really truly are. They're mostly just random things I think of which would be a common sort of meeting/discussions they would have according to their bond. I'm hoping as I continue onward and get my character depth the stories will start getting more in-depth and actually have a plot. I guess which each story you learn a little about their lives and their relationships, which really is the goal. If it will ever be worked into my main novel, I have really no idea.

But for now... plotless stories, which feel like such a disgrace for me to write. However, I really need to soldier through getting to know my characters..

and wtf are the chances of getting a bond with Flouresce twice in a row? (11.25% chance I was going to pull a bond with Flouresce in it again. Sirisly, she just wants to be written about).

This is a bond between Flouresce and Aeres and they have a "strong bond".

2/81 complete!</sub>



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