People of Gold are powerful, and if an unbalanced society were to be created because of them? It is up to the royals to restore peace.
Nicholas stood by the entrance of the safe house, watching from the shrubs acting as walls of the garden. He, Cerise, and Yzander were directly on top of it. Conversing, devising a plan to stop this chaos with all their willpower.
It's gotten to the point that Cerise would risk her life for people she doesn’t know, to the point that even if she’s unable to fully control her abilities, if it means she’ll get everything back to normal she’ll do it.
As Yzander stated, he had told his ‘friends’ to get some help outside of the city but he remains highly suspicious to both Cerise and Nicholas. Cerise feels guilt. Observing the way Yzander carries himself. So tough and rough yet his facial features scream fragile danger. She ponders at the thought of the deal she made with the doctor, giving up Yzande
--- Faradiso-Paradise --- There was a town in the East, named safest yet the most mysterious. Barriers of thick concrete aligning and separating the edges of ARIA and the safe zone. Hollows who knew of what’s inside the safe zone were shot, punished for not keeping their curiosity on the low. Who wouldn’t anyway? Having trained all life unwillingly and to follow the orders of those with jurisdiction.Who wouldn’t wanna know what lies in that area known to give security and comfort? "Line up and at attention!”shouts resonate through the long hallway, the dorms of
The move to Faradiso was a headache. Everything else other than the garden that greeted Cerise on the town’s barriers was a headache. The sounds of the engine and the obnoxiously bright buildings and light that seeped through the tinted windows of the van had her groaning in her seat, constantly flailing her arms and accidentally hitting her best friend, Sal with her pillow. “Don’t even try sleeping anymore, we’ve got a lot to visit.”In utmost concern, she throws the pillow harshly to the side of her head, moving away to the back seats so Cerise couldn’t get her back. Sal was most excited about this, eager to live in a place that values nature unlike their previous home rattled in skyscrapers and noisy streets. This place wasn’t that much different in terms of the structures but Sal sets the thought aside as she writes down more places
--- Aurum - Gold --- Blind. Cerise and Sal were blind. For the next hour, the two of them had circled the entire garden trying to find the damned flat. Apartment after apartment stuck together like a piece of odd-colored bricks and neither of them bothered looking up to see the humongous sign that says‘Casa Apartelle’. It lead Cerise to go back to Amor's for directions that she couldn’t have asked for earlier and it’s only then that both she and her best friend fume like kettles when she points outside the window, directly at a mansion-looking structure informing both of t
--- Fleur - Flower --- “Fleur Jean.” And the day stops just like that with Sal running off and Cerise shouting for her to come back as she heads off to their destination. Sadly enough, in the eyes of the swans, it’s a crazy woman shouting at nothing, and in the eyes of the aurums, it’s a master angered at its escaping hybrid. Sal shrugs away the negative thoughts, skipping her way towards the entrance of ZM dance academy. If Faradiso was a town of blossoms then Omelaisse would be a city of passion, with drunks driving their way back home and singing their hearts out for their crushed ambitions and kids chasing their life away for dreams before the chance is tak
In RubyLust's building was no normal afternoon. Cerise was the hot potato of each department, having no idea that there was an 'heir' moreover being introduced with an unexpected meeting. Even heating her popularity further in the building as they didn't expect ayoung swanas the next director. The room is filled with sounds of aggressive typing, in front of the monitor, and unaware of being the topic of the day, Cerise's mouth dries cursing the same words from earlier a thousand times more."I hate you Fleur Jean"she continues muttering and her father points out with a deep sigh that she's become a nuisance as soon as he came back
"Get out of the way!" Cerise snaps out of a daze and turns her head in the direction of the shout, there, by the corner of the studio building dashed a man, his hand clinging to the pole to swing his body away from the crossing and to escape the men chasing after him in suits. "Janoir? Why are you running-" Janoir pulls the three of them into the nearest open door, shutting the mahogany block behind him and leaning on it to catch his breath. Cerise stood quiet, mind in a panic for her safety, she decides to use Jean as a shield in case this Janoir is actually a runaway prisoner. He rests his hands on his knees, throwing his head back to get rid of the sweat."fan c
“I’m never going to talk to you again,”Sal grunted in regret, unable to forgo divulging such humiliations she had as a dancer and now this aurum is never going to let her live it down. “I’m only teasing you”June cackles, pinky twirling in an X motion, repeating ‘wrong' to let the other continue dying in embarrassment. “highly unlikely, I feel threatened.” Why did she even agree to ‘20 questions’? June gave no mercy even if all Sal asked were ‘favorite color, pet’ and the like. “Okay, I’ll be nice with the last one, what was the call about?”She
2 PM In the situation they're in, she's supposed to be running. So she's running as fast as Sal is, breaths lodged in their throats as she's pulled by the shoelace.“hide honeyass!”She shouts, only able to watch while Cerise trips face-first to the ground. The garden walls are prickly with the vines and thorns stuck on it, the smell of Lysichiton plants nothing close to pleasant as she crawls around it.what an awful hiding place Despite being amidst the unfamiliarity of the place, there’s a sense of deja vu present, Cerise is always being chased. She's not supposed to open her eyes but she does. All of it felt like a blur, happening to