Yesterday, my bestie shows me the song cendrillon of Vocaloid and gave me inspiration to know how begin my eene au of soldier, poet and king.
The idea is: there are two main kingdom. One of them is ruled by the first child of McGee family (eddy's brother: idk what name to put maybe Marcus or Terry, anyways) and the other is ruled (going to) by the only child Eddward Marion Vincent. Both kingdom have been at war for years and obviously eddy's bro going to continúe with and besides has a plan to eliminate vincent kingdom forever: kill the new king.
But he will not dirty his hand with blood. So, he will order his little brother to comply this mission: eddy. How he is the second child, he is the leader of soldiers who has to protect the kingdom.
So, the plan is: the night prom of eddward coronation, eddy will have to kill him.
During the dance, eddy's looking for the future king, but he meets a young princess who cancha his attention. While they dance and talk, "she" says something that make eddy takes one final decision.
A misunderstanding causes troops to enter the castle and Eddy helps lead the escape of the princess and those in the castle (to all this, ed is there to help eddy).
When everything has left the castle and the captured troops, Eddy takes off the mask he was wearing, leaving it on the ground next to the emblem of his kingdom, thus declaring war on the king: his brother.
He and Ed head off on a new course knowing they should go into hiding.
On the other hand, the princess was not such but she was eddward. Tired of following orders and wanting to learn magic, he found himself dressing as a princess, an opportunity to escape from the castle that same night.
All three are now fugitives, ed and eddy on one side and edd on the other. but both eddy and edd hoping to meet again with the masked men who captivated them, not knowing that fate would find them again.
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An Old-Person Thing
"Mom," Kevin called, walking into the living room with a cup of tea in his hand. Mrs. Barr was sitting in her favorite chair with her legs crossed and a blanket thrown over them. She was deep in a book when her son called her name. Looking up, she smiled as she took the warm cup out of his hands and removed her glasses. She swears she only needs them for reading.
"Thanks, honey." She smiled warmly at him. Kevin sat down on the couch, leaning against the cushions. He was still dressed in his mechanic uniform, only needing a minute to catch his breath from the long day at work he had. Don't get him wrong, he loves running his own mechanic shop, especially since he built it from the ground up, but some days can just get the best of him. "What's on ya' mind?" She asked, looking over at her son.
For the past eight years, Mrs. Barr watched her son grow and mature into the man he is today. It was a long road, but he was finally happy.
"Eddward's moving in this weekend." Kevin deadpanned.
Mrs. Barr breathed in deeply as she leaned back in her chair and placed her glasses back on her face.
"Mom," Kevin huffed, running his hands through his hair before looking over at the woman who took care of him since he could barely walk.
"I didn't say anything, Kevin," she retorted, not appreciating his tone.
"I know, but I know you." He responded.
"I like Eddward, I really do," she pursed her red lips. "Besides," she began with a flick of her wrist accompanied by the sound of her bracelets jingling against one another, "would I let the boy move in if I didn't like him?" Her mouth was a hard line.
"Mo-"
"Kevin." she interrupted, "Son, I love you." Here it comes. "But, where are y'all gon' sleep? You ain't finna' sleep in the same room is what you not finna' do," she leaned forward in her chair, placing her hands on her lap but aiming one of her fingers at him. "Look, I support you. You told me you were gay and I was with you one-hundred percent. I went to the parades. I wore the beads. I almost fought Mrs. Bennet. I'm a very progressive mother," she tilted her head. "But now, if y'all finna' sleep in the same room, ima' have ya' daddy take the door off," she nodded her head with absolute certainty. "You needs' to be married," was her justification.
"We've been through this," Kevin started. "You say you like Eddward but you treat him like this. I honestly think you're lying," Kevin leaned forward, picking up his own drink from off the table.
"I am not!" She sounded hurt. "I treat Eddward like he is my own." At that, Kevin cocked his eyebrow at his mother. "Don't look at me like that boy," she rolled her eyes and tossed him a coaster. "You just don't understand," she mumbled.
"Then explain it to me," Kevin leaned back, diverting all of his attention to his mother. Now, this was something that he wanted to hear.
"I'm forty-eight, I'm getting old," she waved her hand between them. "This is an old-person thing," her throat burned at the words. "You needs' to be married."
"Come again?" Kevin cocked his eyebrow at his mother.
"Us old-people like to see people get married," she began. "Even though the thought isn't ideal and not realistic most of the times. We just like to see people get married. We're old. We like to see things like that. We like to say things like that."
"M-"
"Old people like to say things, you know? We're like to say things like, 'You know, you needs' to be married.' We just say that," she nodded, looking over to her son who was at a lost for words. "If I was your age, telling my mother that I was going to move someone into her house, she would have cussed me out. 'You finna' move who in here? Yo' ass ain't' workin.' She would have gone down a whole list as to why they couldn't move in." Mrs. Barr took a sip of her tea. "You needs' to be married," she finished.
"Mom," Kevin began, trying to stifle a laugh. "You want me to marry Eddward?" He asked, a bit confused.
"That's not the point!" She covered her eyes with her hand.
"Then what is?" Kevin chuckled. His mother could be quite a character at times.
"You can 't live together and not be married. You needs' to be married," she repeated. "It's just-" she broke off, lost in thought. Kevin cocked his eyebrow, waiting for the original redhead to speak her mind. "You both can't be in there sleeping," she gestured to his bedroom, "and having him think he can come in here and cozy up to me. No, just no." She shook her head which made her hair flow in a graceful manner.
"Is that why you won't bond with Eddward?" Kevin asked, realization burning behind his eyes. "Because you don't plan on him being here that long?" Kevin sounded utterly shocked. He could not believe his mother.
"I never said that," she said.
"You didn't have to," he glared at her.
"I like Eddward," she leaned forward and grabbed his hand in her's. "I want to have a good relationship with him like I do with you. I am more than happy to help him out," she smiled. "I just don't want it to be awkward. This is how old people think." She let his hand go and leaned back in her chair. "You just needs' to be married," she quickly added.
"Karen," Mr. Barr called, walking into the living room. "Leave the boy alone," he said, glaring at his wife. "We have been through this."
"Frank," she started but quickly stopped when he placed a hand on Kevin's shoulder. "We all like Eddward and he needs a hand," he glared at his wife. "Besides, not everybody is as lucky to have accepting parents like us. The least we can do is show Eddward that he is loved and welcomed." Mr. Barr squeezed his son's shoulder as he took a swig of his beer. "Besides," he began with a devilish look in his eyes. "They've already done the deed."
"Frank!" Mrs. Barr yelled, throwing a pillow at him for being crude. Kevin ducked and put his head in his hands with the tip of his ears turning a bright shade of red.
"Look," Mr. Barr laughed. "Us old-people know things like this, especially about their own children." He winked down at Kevin. "I just want to know if you're a pitcher or a catcher."
"Dad!" Kevin yelled, almost interrupted by his mother abruptly standing and heading out of the room.
"Where are you going?"
"To take the door off!" She yelled, making Mr. Barr laugh louder and Kevin sink into the couch in utter embarrassment.
"Love ya' son," he smiled down at his only child. "Eddward will always be welcomed here. Give her time," he indicated towards the kitchen where his mother was mumbling under her breath and looking through drawers. "It's an old-person thing," he mocked.
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