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Wrapped The Bully Around My Fingers Dancing in the moonlight
The castle welcomed us back like a tired, old friend—its high, arched windows glowing golden against the darkening sky, the ocean sighing somewhere below. My gown rustled faintly as we stepped into the warmth of the grand hall, Apollo’s soft paws padding beside me, his sleek panther cub body already much larger than it had been when he first arrived. He blinked at me with his moonlit eyes and yawned, curling by the hearth as if he too was satisfied with the world tonight. Lucas set the boxes down with exaggerated care, stretching his arms like he’d just conquered the world. “I think we’ve officially done the most luxurious day two people can possibly manage,” he said, undoing the top buttons of his dark shirt. I laughed, a little breathless. “I still can’t believe I own a dress like that. And shoes like these.” “You deserve them,” he said simply, and I didn’t argue. We changed into more comfortable clothes—me into a soft ivory blouse and wide-legged pants, my hair loose and fa
Wrapped The Bully Around My Fingers Wrapped in silver and rose. ( 2 )
The woman who ran the boutique introduced herself as Madame Celia. She had grey hair swept into a chignon and wore a black velvet shawl even though the room was warm. She looked at me once, really looked, and nodded to herself like she had seen ghosts before. “Something delicate,” she murmured, circling me slowly. “With breath and movement. Nothing too heavy. Yes... pink. A soft one. Old rose. Like candlelight through blush glass.” She disappeared behind a curtain and returned with a gown that made my breath catch. It was pink—but not sugary pink. It was dusk pink. A color caught between romance and goodbye. The satin was soft, flowing, with layers that caught the light like water. The bodice was corseted, with off-shoulder sleeves that curled like petals along the arms. The skirt floated when she walked, even on the hanger. I touched it, almost afraid. “It’s…” “It’s yours,” Madame Celia said gently. “Go on.” — The fitting room was quiet. There was a single gold-framed
Wrapped The Bully Around My Fingers A Dress Like Dusk and Petals ( I )
By the time we returned to the castle after the second exam, the sky had dimmed into a pale lavender, the kind of color that lingered after a long day, neither light nor truly dark. The ocean below was restless—more grey than blue—and the gulls circled the cliffs like they, too, were tired of flying. I dropped my bag by the front door and leaned against the frame, already unbuttoning the top of my uniform blouse. My fingers were stiff, still tense from all the writing. Even my knuckles ached. Lucas placed his bag beside mine. “Don’t say anything,” he murmured, stretching, “but I think that paper actually tried to kill me.” A soft laugh escaped me, tired and warm. “It was brutal.” He leaned his head back against the wall. “I thought I’d collapse on the third page. My hand forgot how to spell halfway through.” “Same,” I said, toes already slipping out of my shoes. “I think my brain actually stopped working around question seven.” Lucas raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t stop you fro
Wrapped The Bully Around My Fingers Ink, Nerves, and the Space Between Us
The morning was crisp—cool air curling in through the tall window, pulling goosebumps across my arms as I stepped out of bed. The ocean murmured far below the cliff, waves stirring like a restless dream. Pale sunlight filtered through the misty glass, touching the floor in patches of gold. Lucas was still asleep, sprawled across the bed like a prince in an old painting, his lashes dark against his cheek. I stood quietly for a moment, just looking at him—his steady breath, the way one arm was draped loosely over the pillow where I'd slept. Apollo was curled at the foot of the bed, blinking sleepily as if to say, You’re up early. I smiled, whispered a soft “Shh,” and padded away to get ready. The castle was still and quiet—too early for ghosts or memories, too late for dreams. I showered in warm silence, steam fogging the mirrors, the sound of water muffling my thoughts. I wore my uniform with care today, smoothing the collar, pinning my hair back with an obsidian clip Lucas had g
Wrapped The Bully Around My Fingers Lavender light
Dinner was simple that night. No grand table arrangements. No silver cloches or chandeliers swinging above us like frozen stars. Just a low fire in the hearth, the hum of ocean wind against the windows, and two bowls of pasta on the old oak table in the kitchen nook. Lucas had cooked again. “Remind me to thank whoever taught you to make this,” I said, swirling a forkful of creamy pasta. “No one did. I followed a recipe. And then didn’t follow it.” “Well, I like what you didn’t follow.” He smirked. “That’s a backhanded compliment.” “No, that’s survival praise. I’m starving.” Apollo sat curled near our feet, tail flicking slowly as his eyes followed every movement of my fork. Occasionally, he let out a faint chuff of disapproval whenever Lucas took a bigger bite than me. “He thinks you’re spoiling me,” I whispered, pointing my fork at Lucas. Lucas glanced down at Apollo. “I am spoiling her.” Apollo gave an exaggerated blink. Dinner passed in warm silences and easy conversati
Wrapped The Bully Around My Fingers A room of light
The sky was brighter now. The clouds had pulled back just enough to let sunlight fall in stripes across the courtyard stones. It made the puddles glisten, and the ivy on the academy walls shimmer like it was alive. For once, the wind felt soft. I stepped out of the examination hall with my bag slung over one shoulder and my arms folded tightly across my chest. The sunlight touched my skin, and I let it warm me, even just for a second. "Pearl!" I turned and saw Anastasia jogging toward me, her dark braid swinging behind her and a half-empty juice bottle in one hand. She looked a little flushed, a little tired, but her smile was real. "How’d it go?" she asked, breathless. I smiled, relieved by the normalcy of her voice. “Tense. Weird. But I finished.” She bumped her shoulder lightly against mine. “You always do. And you’ll ace it, too.” I didn’t reply. I just kept walking, and she fell into step beside me, chatting about how she thought she’d messed up her second answer but reme
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