#OC: Lucienne

[buyingstarshine]

WE ARE SO BACK ROYAL JESTERS IS SO BACK THE WEDDING IS BACK ON 💥💥💥💥

royal jesters au belongs to @head-in-the-icloud

[mlady-magnolia]

My lovely Tavs because I can’t stop messing around with this damn character creator

[heidioph]

and of course, with a touhou oc, comes touhou ocxcanon...

[gzeidraws]

Commission for ren of their OC, Lucienne!

[onegianthotmess]

Imagine the outrage of the Briar Valley Senate when they realize that, not only the Princess, but the Crown Prince—their future King—marries someone who isn’t even a fae…

They were pissed that Meleanor was friends with Lilia and married a fae who was just slightly less powerful than her. They were pissed with those two tiny things.

So imagine their shock and horror when Mealodie announces her engagement to Lucienne and Malleus introduces Elshaba as his future Queen-

Lucienne isn’t fae, neither is Elshaba. It doesn’t matter that Lucienne is set to be an Emperor, or that Elshaba is one of the most powerful mage to ever live and even rivals Malleus in terms of strength to an extent, it’s the fact that they’re not fae is what makes the Senate go nuts.

Oh, and imagine how annoyed they are when they discover Amelia. They didn’t approve of Peaches because, while she was fae, she couldn’t use conventional magic and had strange blot connections. So imagine their annoyance when they discover that Peaches’s granddaughter—her 3/4 human, powerful blot ability wielding granddaughter Amelia—is best friends with the Prince and Princess.

What makes them angrier is that Amelia could kick their asses if they had physical forms since she runs on the byproduct of magic. Elshaba could beat their asses, too, since she doesn’t need a magestone to perform magic and her magic is different to everyone else’s thanks to her heritage. Actually, Lucienne could also best them since all he’d need would be a small plant and then he could go wild thanks to his natural chlorokinesis and miraculous healing abilities.

The possibilities with this are endless-

[scribblesscribblings]

@mountainashfae @outeremissary I like to think about the banter they’d get into

[mountainashfae]

The office trio gets off work to run into Vio on his day off…. He's dressed like he's going to the club but really he's just on the way to get groceries. He just dresses like this. It's incredibly funny to let his fashion loose because he ends up like this. heart.

@outeremissary's Balthazar [human ver.] and @scribblesscribblings's Xioyun and isekai'd Tristian design as usual 💙

[willyonilly]

I JUST REALISED I NEVER POSTED MOUSE WTF!! this sweet lady,... she is my spy oc

[fleurelinathehybrid]

Lucienne is not only a librarian and Dream of the Endless' right hand, she is also an excellent mentor and "aunt" to the Dreaming princess. (She has excellent cookies with her) 🥰♥️

[eleonore-songeve]

Fleeting Embraces ( Part 2 )

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Link to the first chapter for those who haven't read it : https://www.tumblr.com/eleonore-songeve/742247693659897856/fleeting-embraces-part-1?source=share

Summary : Aveline, a young woman living in the countryside, leads a simple and joyful life. She has a special relationship with Morpheus, the Lord of Dreams, in the dream realm. 

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Under the stone vaults that sheltered her modest country home, Aveline welcomed the soft murmur of morning as the first rays of light made their way through the small panes of her window.

Leaving her sturdy wooden bed, she stretched elegantly, ready to embrace a new day in the countryside. The delicate creaking of wooden shutters accompanied their opening, revealing a soothing view of green hills stretching as far as the eye could see.

Dressed in simple clothes, she walked towards the small wooden table that served as a dining area. A loaf of fresh bread, some fruit from the market, and a jug of water waited, ready to satisfy his appetite. Following a familiar routine, she prepared her breakfast, letting the warmth of the hearth and the calm of the morning fill every corner of her home.

The day promised to be active, punctuated by the agricultural work that called for it. Equipped with her wicker basket, she left her house to breathe the fresh air. The green fields stretched out before her, ready for cultivation. Determinedly, she planted seeds, exchanging greetings with neighbors busy in their plots of land.

At noon, she returned home for a well-deserved break. She shared a simple meal with a neighborhood grandmother, bringing some fresh vegetables from her own garden. Laughter and conversation filled the atmosphere, creating a sense of community that echoed through the stone walls.

The afternoon was spent doing a variety of tasks, from repairing a bookshelf to making candles from locally harvested beeswax. As the sun sank below the horizon, she climbed the nearby hill, watching the sunset with a deep sense of peace.

When evening came, she returned to her little house, lit an oil lamp and sat near the fireplace. The wooden shutters were closed, creating an intimacy that enveloped the room. While knitting and humming, Aveline's mind wandered towards the midday conversation. The senior, with her sparkling gaze and caring sagacity, had noticed the change in his energy.

"By the bright stars ! Aveline, you seem more cheerful at these hours. It's a good thing, isn't it ?", she asked, fork suspended halfway to her mouth.

Aveline, with a sincere smile on her lips, nodded in approval.

"Oh yes ! My heart is overflowing with joy, living life in the countryside, meeting souls at the market. It fills me with pure happiness, well.", she replied, concentrating on her loaf of bread.

The senior had tilted her head slightly, her discerning gaze lingering on her.

“There’s no shadow in your words, you’re hiding nothing from me, right ?” she asked, teasingly curious.

“There is no secrecy in what I say. Why would you suspect such a thing ?”, Aveline replied, giving a reassuring smile.

The senior, always curious, continued with a touch of humor : “Well, I noticed that you shine with renewed vigor. Could this be mixed with some gallant youngster from our region, by chance ?”

Aveline, rolling her eyes to the sky with a little laugh, replied in a light tone: "Oh, you always have an art for romantic mysteries. No, that's hardly the situation. I just find happiness in the small pleasures of life."

The senior, wearing a knowing smile, had played the game playfully.

"Ah, but my dear, the kiss of curiosity whispers to me that Hugo, the young man full of charm from the village, has looked at you very insistently. Is there some mystery lurking in the shadow of these facts?" she asked, one eyebrow raised mischievously.

Aveline, shaking her head with teasing amusement, replied with a lightness tinged with mystery : "The rumors are sometimes more fanciful than the legends. Hugo remains a comrade, nothing more. My bliss comes simply from a life serene, surrounded by kind souls."

“As long as you find joy, my dear, this is the main.” she concluded, raising her glass in a toast dedicated to the joy and simplicity of the moment.

Benevolent glances met over glasses, creating a picture of complicity between generations.

However, after taking a sip of her drink, the senior couldn't help but add : "But you see, my dear Aveline, now that you've reached the age of 23, if ever If you need a helping hand to find a husband worthy of the name, I could well tackle this task."

Aveline, smiling at this suggestion, responded with amused teasing : "You're like a bottomless well of relevant tips. However, there's no need for help in this matter. My heart is already captivated."

The senior, surprised by this revelation, had delicately placed her cup, fixing Aveline with a curious look.

“Oh ? And who conquered the heart of my dear Aveline ?”

Aveline, letting out a soft laugh, remained silent for a moment, savoring the mystery she had just created. Then, with a hint of mischief in her eyes, she replied: "Well, some riddles are destined to remain unsolved, aren't they ?"

The two women burst out laughing, sharing a friendly moment around this romantic enigma. The senior, shaking her head slightly with a knowing smile, had decided not to push any further.

Aveline, sitting near the fireplace, gently closed her eyes, her persistent smile testifying to inner tranquility. The flames danced, creating a comforting atmosphere in his little home.

She told herself that even if she shared the truth with those around her, no one would be able to fully understand the magnitude of Morpheus' existence. He was not simply an immaterial being, but a transcendent force, above any known deity, the personification of the dream itself. King of Dreams and Lord of Nightmares, he carried on his shoulders all the thoughts, hopes and fears of humanity.

Little by little, the weight of sleep enveloped Aveline. His limbs, weighed down by the gentle torpor, lost their vigor, becoming delicately numb. She let herself be carried away by the soothing tide of sleep, her mind slipping imperceptibly towards the realm of dreams. The imaginary stars assembled in a celestial ballet, and Aveline, now immersed in the dreamlike sanctuary, found herself alongside Morpheus.

A sparkle of happiness lit up her eyes, and she walked towards him with contagious joy.

- By divine dreams ! Aveline exclaimed, her radiant smile resonating in the dreamlike twists and turns. What are we planning to do this day ? She asked, sparkling with childish excitement.

Morpheus, with his calm and majestic voice, replied :

- I was just thinking that we could stroll on the hills, slowly, contemplating the changing landscape of dreams.

Aveline, delighted, began to share the details of her day. She told the meetings at the market, the comforting warmth of the fireplace in her modest home, and the nuances of twilight that had bathed the village. Morpheus listened attentively, his blue eyes reflecting the silent interest he had in each word. Each story from Aveline forged a closer bond between them, strengthening the connection he felt.

In her impulse to share, she recalled the conversation with the grandmother during the midday meal. A light laugh escaped her lips, mixing amusement and affection for the old lady's concerns.

- Sir Morpheus, you would not believe the tricks that an elder dared to plot today ! Aveline exclaimed, a radiant smile adorning her face. She breathed again the power to make me bound. A bit too much, but isn't it charming ?

The words echoed in the firmament of dreams, but while Aveline's laughter persisted, a transformation took place in the dreamlike atmosphere. Morpheus, upon hearing these words, felt a tension building within him.

He stopped, his gaze momentarily losing its brightness. A shadow passed over his unchanging face, reflecting deep worry and inner introspection. The clouds swirled above them, reflecting the emotional tumult that shook the infinity of dreams.

Aveline, heedless of the storm brewing within him, continued her story. However, he remained silent, letting the echo of Aveline's words resonate in the bubbling bubbling of his thoughts.

Morpheus' emotions, often hidden behind the quiet majesty of his being, seemed to quiver to the surface, revealing an unexpected sensitivity to the prospect of an earthly destiny that might take him away from Aveline.

He observed her and asked her, in a soft but serious voice :

- What are your feelings, Aveline, in the face of these proposals for union and this tenacious insistence ?

She stopped, a shadow passing fleetingly across her face. She replied, a tone of feigned indifference in her voice :

- That doesn't really interest me, especially not with Hugo. We still get along well, but because of this, we're almost pushed to mate.

Morpheus, listening, felt his being stiffen. The storm rumbled louder, mirroring the storm brewing within him. He asked with a hint of worry hidden in his voice :

- Hugo... What rank does he hold in your heart ?

Aveline, perceiving the change in the dreamlike atmosphere, noted the quiver in Morpheus' voice. She took a deep breath before answering :

- Hugo remains a sidekick in our childish days, nothing else. We grew up together, shared memories, but there was never more between us. This pushing to agree is just... A custom, I guess.

However, as she spoke, she felt a strange transformation within him. The storm became more intense, lightning streaked the sky of dreams, and Morpheus' face took on a more sinister, darker tone. A shiver ran down Aveline's spine, an involuntary start at this unexpected change.

- Lord Morpheus, what happens ? She asked with a glint of concern in her eyes, realizing that her words had awakened something deep within him.

Morpheus' face, usually impassive, expressed unusual tension. The bursts of storm continued to tear the dreamlike sky, creating a heavy and charged atmosphere. Aveline, sensing the change in him, hesitated for a moment before continuing.

- Are you still with me ? She asked with a hint of apprehension in her voice.

Taking a deep breath, Aveline, determined to understand the darkness that had invaded Morpheus' aura, took a deep breath before continuing.

- Lord Morpheus, I perceive that a worry is deeply agitating you. I don't want to be the cause of your torment, but I can't help but worry. Please tell me what's bothering you.

Morpheus, meeting Aveline's insightful gaze, felt the weight of the truth he had to share.

- Aveline, your words about these pressures for marriage resonated in me in an unexpected way. I cannot claim indifference. I do not want you to unite and move away from me. He admitted, his gaze reflecting a rare vulnerability.

Aveline, feeling a stirring of hope, tried to understand.

- Why, Lord Morpheus ? Why are you reluctant to see me united by the sacred bonds of marriage ? 

Morpheus' eyes looked deep into Aveline's, an intensity marked by love and sadness. He whispered in a soft voice :

- Because, Aveline, I can no longer deny the intensity of my feelings. These insistences laid bare the depth of my emotions, emotions that I had neither anticipated nor invited.

Aveline, struck by the declaration, felt her heartbeat intensify.

- What do you feel, my Lord ? She asked, a glimmer of hope growing within her.

The emotional turmoil seemed to dissipate into the dream realm, giving way to a shared intimacy between them. Morpheus, feeling the need to transcend the limits of the ineffable, slowly approached Aveline. Her slender fingers gently took his hand, creating a soft, comforting touch. Aveline, surprised by this new proximity, felt the warmth of Morpheus' hand and was overcome by shy emotion, her cheeks taking on a rosy tint.

Morpheus, looking into Aveline's eyes, murmured in a calm voice but imbued with particular intensity :

- Aveline, beyond the confines of dreams and realities, my feelings for you are infinite.

She felt her heart pulse with a new intensity. The shadow of shyness in his eyes revealed the deep impact of these words. She looked away slightly, searching for her own words in the abyss of emotions that overwhelmed her.

- Lord Morpheus... She stammered, an indescribable emotion coloring her voice.

Morpheus, understanding the complexity of this moment, added tenderly :

- In these dreamlike lands, I discovered you, and in each of your dreams, I reveal a new facet of the love that I feel for you.

The bursts of storm that had previously agitated the sky of dreams seemed to calm down, giving way to a deep calm.

Aveline, overwhelmed by the emotion of the moment and by Morpheus' profound declaration, took a deep breath before responding, her eyes shining with obvious sincerity.

- Lord Morpheus, I... I feel the same emotion in my heart. She admitted softly, a shy smile lighting up her face. In each of your dreams, in each shared moment, I unearth something deeper, which goes beyond what I thought possible.

She tightened her grip slightly on Morpheus' hand, as if to anchor this moment in the reality of their intertwined existences.

- I cannot imagine my life alongside another soul. The village's developments, the customs, all of this seems frivolous in light of what we share. Morpheus, I love you with all my heart, beyond dreams and realities.

The echoes of his words seemed to resound through the ether of the dream realm, creating a timeless symphony. Morpheus smiled with majestic grace. In that moment, time seemed suspended, and the bond between them, woven by the threads of the dream, intensified, becoming a reality as unalterable as the infinity of the stars.

Following this, in the heart of the timeless realm of dreams, they wandered hand in hand, exploring the vast, infinite expanses of their transcendent love. The dreamlike hills stretched as far as the eye could see, bathed in the soft glow of the stars which seemed to flutter especially for them.

Each night transformed into an eternal symphony, where they settled on fluffy clouds, gazing at the stars that twinkled like jewels in the sky of dreams. Together, they wandered through shared dreams, exploring the depths of the human imagination. Each scenario, each story, was transformed into a new page of their common adventure, an odyssey in which they lost themselves with delight. They shared their thoughts, their hopes, their fears. These moments of confidence became solid pillars of their love.

At the dawn of dreams, they embraced each other tenderly, welcoming each new day with renewed joy.

Aveline's love in his waking life fueled his inexhaustible creativity. Every gesture in her craft activities or every conversation with the villagers bore the mark of the inspiration she found in the dreams shared with Morpheus. His creations became works capturing the magic of dreams, arousing the admiration of all.

The self-confidence she exuded was palpable. Faced with daily challenges, she approached each situation with renewed confidence, carried by the certainty of a love that silently supported her.

The village's social pressures regarding marriage slipped over her like water over a swan's feathers, even at the age of 25. Aveline, without even being aware of it, became a source of inspiration for the village. Her radiance of serenity, her deep understanding and her true love shaped a world around her, creating a reality transcending the simple daily life of a medieval village.

Everyone's dreams began to take on warmer hues and more human contours. Morpheus felt a gentle transformation taking place within him. His emotions, once frozen, were awakening to a new reality.

Among the emblematic figures who populated this kingdom, Marvin observed with reserve, wondering if this was a good idea, Aveline being human, which meant that this was bound to end badly.

Lucienne, the scholarly librarian, perceived this new dimension with academic interest. In the endless annals of her knowledge, she saw this as an opportunity for Morpheus to explore the intricacies of human relationships, to add a new page to the eternal book of the realm of dreams.

The beating of Jessamy's wings resonated with wise anticipation, perceiving the new richness that this love brought to the realm of dreams and to the happiness of his master.

The moment Morpheus decided it was time for Aveline to meet the people of his kingdom, the young woman felt both feverish anticipation and a certain apprehension about her own worth. She wondered if she would be up to it. However, all his fears were quickly swept away. Fantastic creatures and dreamlike spirits approached her with sparkling curiosity, transforming her arrival into a dazzling spectacle. Fairies danced, dragons awoke from their millennial sleep, and every corner of the dream realm was filled with the liveliness that this mortal brought.

Everyone, upon contact with the villager, ends up appreciating her.

In the shadows, the Dream of the Infinite, observed with a duality of emotions. The ineffable joy of seeing Aveline accept and actively participate in this universe that he had shaped since the dawn of time was mixed with a glimmer of worry. The complexity of dreams and reality, intertwined with Aveline's thoughts, created unpredictable swirls in her ethereal realm.

Yet, deep within his immortal being, he could not deny the beauty of this integration. The dreams were transformed into an even richer canvas, each smile, each emotion of Aveline adding a new nuance to these works. Thus, in the brilliance of dreams, Aveline's story was inscribed in the very lines of dreamlike existence, under the attentive and loving gaze of Morpheus.

This had led to this discussion between the two one day, while she was taking a dip in the water of an ocean. Under Morpheus's tender gaze, he asked her if she could come closer, something she did, curious as she understood that he wanted to share his thoughts with her.

When she was close enough, he took her hand, a gesture of affection, asking her :

- Would you like to become my queen, to share the eternities at my side ? He asked, sure the answer would be an immediate yes.

However, the words that escaped Aveline's lips were an unexpected melody.

- I cannot, Morpheus. Not for lack of love, you know that well. It's quite simply that I couldn't leave like this, abandoning my relatives, my life among humans.

The next moment was a thrill in the realm of dreams. Morpheus, accustomed to certainty and control, felt a dissonance, an unexpected chord that shook the very foundations of his being. The stars in his eyes darkened, and a shadow of doubt crept into his mind.

- Why, Aveline ? He whispered, his calm voice betraying a hint of perplexity. Is this a challenge that you present? Don't you love me enough to share this kingdom with me ?

- No, Morpheus, no challenge. She clarified immediately, knowing her past experiences. I love you more than anything. But my life as a human has meaning for me, and I cannot abandon it so quickly. I would be delighted to stay by your side forever, but give me a little more time as a human.

Morpheus stared at Aveline, processing her words, hesitating.

- How long will it have to be like this ? He asked, seeking to understand the fleeting temporality that linked humans to their roots.

Aveline, gentle and loving, gracefully raised her hand to touch Morpheus' face.

- I can't say... Maybe four or five years ? A short moment compared to the eternity that stretches out before us, but I want to cherish those I love in the village, as long as time allows me... Do you understand ? I swear to be all yours, and none other.

The words imbued with sincerity and this particular promise resonated in Morpheus. He closed his eyes, sinking into silent meditation. The twists and turns of infinite time passed through his consciousness, each second lost in the brilliance of dreamlike constellations.

After a moment of hanging, he opened his eyes. A glimmer of understanding and acceptance lit up his eyes.

- It's agreed, Aveline. Take the time you need, savor the human moments that are dear to you. When you are ready, eternity will await us, woven from our dreams and our love.

Aveline, imbued with gratitude and affection, tenderly approached Morpheus. His lips delicately brushed her cheek in a sweet kiss. Morpheus, touched by this sincere gesture, felt the warmth of the kiss anchor within him.

-Thank you, Morpheus. Aveline whispered, her voice light as a breeze. I will know how to savor every moment, and when the moment comes, I will be ready to share our eternity.

The kiss on the cheek became a silent symbol of their agreement, sealing the understanding between the immortal and the mortal. In this timeless corner of the realm of dreams, their story continued, guided by the promise of a love that would defy time and changing realities.

However, this never happened.

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I hope that this second part of the story of Aveline and Morpheus has transported you to their magical and loving world. I wish you a wonderful day, filled with joy and inspiration. I look forward to seeing you again for part 3. ^^

[buyingstarshine]

i'm baaaaaaaack... with more royal jesters :)

this time, eclipse being silly because he DESERVES to be called silly sometimes, ft narelle & this au's lucienne!

ill elaborate more on lucienne specifically at a later date because oh...... ohhh she has so much lore. so much. help. i have written so much little side blurbs about her specifically oh goodness.

royal jesters by the lovely @head-in-the-icloud

[mlady-magnolia]

“By the light of the Moonmaiden!”

[heidioph]

my touhou oc

[onegianthotmess]

As a callback to how Rapunzel was going to have a crossbow in the first draft of Tangled, I feel like Lucienne is a skilled archer and so is his mother.

I picture Lucienne having a custom bow that was crafted for him from ancient wood when he came of age as a family tradition. It’s unique to Lucienne and it’s incredibly ornate and is enchanted so that he’s the only one who can use it and only he can give permission to someone to use it. Think kind of like Odysseus and how he was the only one who could use his bow while the other suitors couldn’t even bend it during the challenge Penelope gave-

That being said, I do think Lucienne would teach Mealodie the basics of using a bow and let her use his bow. This isn’t only a way to spend time with her, but it’s also a show of complete trust since he’s letting her use something that is both one of a kind and that only he has the capability of using and she could very easily kill him with it.

It’s basically a subtle way of proposing or promising to marry someone in Lucienne’s family, so his mother is really happy when she walks by to find Lucienne standing behind and guiding Mealodie’s hands as she holds his bow and tries her best to shoot at the target Lucienne set up for her.

[mountainashfae]

I'm also going to be doing OC kiss week :3c

Day 1 is Balthazar and Vio... up to their usual nonsense. Photos taken 2 seconds before Balthazar is knocked on his ass for being an asshole. Their early dynamic is just fun like that.

As always, Balthazar belongs to @outeremissary. They will make a return this week.

[thekillu]

Little Dream

┆𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎

Ships: GodricxOc MorfeoxHob

El silencio incómodo reinaba en aquella habitación, las miradas acusatorias, enojadas y confundidas se posaban en la joven de vestimenta antigua. La cual se incorporaba lentamente, sacudiendo sus manos para sacar el polvo inexistente, su rostro estaba enrojecido, a causa de la vergüenza que le provocaba la situación.

—¿Y tu quien eres? —La pregunta se volvió a formular, pero esta vez por el hombre rubio de nombre Eric -había escuchado a la rubia dirigiéndose a él con ese nombre- mirándola con ojos fríos y caminado hacia ella como un depredador.

Y ligero miedo se instaló en ella cuando el se paró frente a ella.

—No pretendía interrumpir.—Dijo con voz tranquila, ocultando que estuvo apunto de tartamudear.—Estaba escuchando por que… quiero ayudar.

Bill se adelantó, incorporándose frente a la mujer rubia en un gesto protector. Solo había escuchado los nombre de algunos en ese grupo.

—¿Ayudar? ¿Por qué deberíamos aceptar la ayuda de alguien que escucha a escondidas?

Cierto, no, la conocían, no tenían razones para confiar en ella y menos para aceptar su ayuda.

—Espera, Bill. Creo que deberíamos escucharla. —Intervino la mujer de vestido rojo y floreado, con una mezcla de curiosidad y cautela.

Eric soltó una risa seca, cruzando se de brazos mientras hablaba:

—Es una tontería, no estamos para contratiempos.

—Puedo acompañarla mientras se infiltra en la iglesia. —Señaló a la rubia.—Puedo protegerla mientras estamos en la comunidad.

—¿Por qué harías eso? No hay razones para que ofrezcas tu ayuda. —Isabel inclino la cabeza, evaluándola con una mirada incisiva.

La chica dudo por un instante, antes de responder con sinceridad:

—Por que nadie merecer estar atrapado en un lugar como ese.

Al decir eso, no pudo evitar que una serie se recuerdos cruzaran por su mente.

—¿Y crees que unas simples palabras bonitas nos van a servir? —Esta se burló, con su tono mordaz y sarcástico.

La chica rubia, Sookie, recordó. Se acerco a ella ignorando por completo al vaquero.

—¿Quién eres realmente? No puedo leer tu mente.— Susurro lo último, tratando de que la chica no la escuchara, pero no pasó desapercibido para los vampiros.

—Pueden decirme Niel, y quiero ayudar a salvar a Godric. —Una sensación la invadió al pronunciar aquel nombre, provocándole un sentimiento que no logra va descifrar.

El nombre de Godric pareció colgar en el aire, resonando en un invisible eco. Eric, que había permanecido en silencio, frunció el sueño al escucharla, con un destello de interés y esperanza pasando por sus ojos.

—Si es una trampa o nos traicionas, pagarás con creces. —Advirtió, mirándola serio.

—No busco tu aprobación, solo quiero salvar una vida.—hablo con calma, mirando a todos los presentes uno por uno en la habitación.

Al parecer podía ayudar.

—Deberíamos darle una oportunidad. —Asintió Sookie, con una sonrisa adornando su rostro.

—¿Y si nos esta mintiendo? —Intervino Bill, mirando a su pareja con duda.

—Si así fuera, ya lo sabríamos.—Respondió con firmeza.

Finalmente, Tras un silencio tenso, Eric dio un paso atrás con algo de desconfianza.

—Bien, pero no salgas corriendo cuando las cosas se compliquen.

Niel suspiro, antes de que una sonrisa se hiciera evidente.

—No lo haré.

Eric, después de un silencio incómodo, finalmente habló, con un tono autoritario, casi como una orden.

—Ven conmigo. —Se dirigió a la chica, con una expresión que decía que la siguiera.

Niel, mirándolo con una expresión confundida y desorientada, casi cuestionó, pero la mirada de Eric la hizo callar y, sin ninguna opción aparente, siguió unos segundos después al rubio vikingo, quien ya estaba para a la puerta esperándola.

Ambos salieron por las puertas de salón, dejando a los demás presentes confundidos, que poco después, también se dispersaron.

—¿Qué es lo que pasa? —la chica rompió el silencio al parar en un pasillo poco concurrido, mirando a Eric acusatoriamente.

—Tienes un evidente interés por Godric, puedo notarlo. —Respondió con calma, bajando la cabeza para verla a los ojos. —Y me dirás por qué.

La miraba fijamente, aplicándole glamour en el proceso, dispuesto a sacarle la verdad. Tras unos segundos en silencio, y observar como su hipnosis no funcionaba, frunció el ceño, apuntó de volver a hablar, pero Niel lo interrumpió.

—No lo se. —Respondió con calma. —Simplemente… es una corazonada.

Eric se burlo de eso, sin creerle por completo.

—No se como explicarlo.—Susurro, bajando la cabeza para mirar sus manos pálidas, con una vergüenza evidente.

—Bien. —Suspiro Eric antes de tomar otro camino, indicándole que la siguiera. —Mi glamour no funciona contigo, así que te tendré vigilada por ahora.

Se dirigieron a los ascensores del hotel, esperando a que uno finalmente llegará a recogerlo. Niel no pudo evitar mirar todo con evidente sorpresa, cada cambio en el mundo de la vigilia le sorprendía cada vez más.

Al entrar al ascensor, el rubio empezó a hurgar en el bolsillo de su chaqueta de cuero, para después sacar una tarjeta y entregándosela a la chica.

—Es la tarjeta de acceso a mi habitación, te quedaras ahí hasta que salgas con Sookie mañana. —Ordenó, extendiendo la mano para entregarle la llave.

—¿Por qué…? —Extendió la mano confundida, recibiendo la llave con duda.

—Aun me das desconfianza. —Respondió simple, viendo como las puertas del ascensor se abrían en el último piso. —Te llevaré a la habitación y te quedaras allí, yo tengo asuntos que atender.

Bueno, tuvo que tragar se su queja y evitar decirle, no quería empezar alguna discusión o pelea y tal vez perder la oportunidad de conocer a Godric y entender por que se sentía así al pensar en él. Por ahora, se quedaría en la habitación a donde se dirigían ahora, tal vez así el no la tacharía tanto como alguien sospechosa.

Ambos salieron y caminaron por el largo pasillo decorado con colores rojo y negro.

—Godric es tu creador, ¿Verdad? —Cuestionó.

Eric freno el seco, girando para mirarla con el ceño fruncido y evidente enojo.

—No hables cosas que no entiendes.

—Yo también fui creada por alguien. —Dijo con calma, mirándolo a los ojos. —Creo que puedo entenderlo.

Pensar en eso llenaba a Niel con una profunda tristeza, ¿Por qué tenía que sacar el tema de Sueño ahora? Simplemente pensó que sería mejor hacerle saber a Eric qué alguien lo entendía. Y así tal vez hacer que confiara un poco más en ella, lo ayudaría a salvar a Godric y ni ella misma sabe el por que, algo simplemente la llama a hacerlo.

Eric se había quedado callado, pero una curiosidad invadida su mirada.

—Nos peleamos hace unas horas. —Ambos había ralentizado el paso hacia la habitación. —Me fui y terminé aquí. —Concluyó, tratando de que las lágrimas no la acecharan.

—No eres un vampiro. —Afirmo Eric. — Tampoco hueles a humano, ¿Cómo es que tienes un creador?

La chica suspiro, tratando de resumir lo mejor posible y no contar cosas demás.

—El me salvo y cuido por muchos años. —Su voz sonó entrecortada—Estuve a su lado tanto tiempo que el significa mucho para mi.

El rubio mantuvo silencio, escuchándola atentamente, memorizando todo lo que podía saber sobre ella.

—Y te preocupas mucho por Godric, puedo entenderlo.

Un silencio los invadió, esta vez no era incómodo, sino uno reconfortante haciendo que el ambiente sea cómodo. Ambos llegaron a una suite después de recorrer varios pasillos del piso. Eric volvió a meter la mano en el bolsillo de su chaqueta y sacó una tarjeta igual a la que le había dado Niel y abrió la puerta con otra tarjeta de acceso, abriendo la puerta de la habitación.

—Volveré pronto. —Dijo Eric haciéndole un ademán a la chica para que entrará. —Tengo que arreglar unos asuntos.

Dicho eso, el rubio desapareció del sitio.

—Súper velocidad. —Pensó Niel al verlo irse.

Cerro la puerta de la habitación, recorriéndola con la mirada, se encontró con una sala con sofás negros de cuero con una mesita de café al centro de cristal, al frente, había un televisor bastante grande colgado a la pared y ventanas cubiertas por cortinas negras, y a los lados había dos puertas pintadas en negro, una supuso qué llevaba la habitación y la otra al baño.

Giro su mirada al reloj, 1 de la mañana, al parecer esa conversación tomó mucho tiempo, eso en parte la tomo por sorpresa, para su percepción no duro más que unos largos minutos, pero el tiempo se fue volando al parecer.

Empezó a sentirse nerviosa, recién cayó en cuenta de donde estaba, y con quienes se había relacionado. No tenía permitido relacionarse demasiado con los mortales o con otras criaturas sobrenaturales que residan en la tierra, Sueño se lo había dicho cuando se conocieron, pero ahora estaba lejos de él, Siempre podrá encontrarme ese pensamiento cruzó en su mente, ella era en parte su creación, Morfeo siempre podía sentir y encontrar a sus creaciones o cualquiera que estuviese relacionado con el – como sus hermanos- y hasta el momento no hubo señales de el, tampoco sintió la presión en la parte de atrás de su cabeza cada vez que la llamaba o necesitaba encontrarla, aún seguía perdiéndose en la ensoñación -y eso a Sueño seguía causándole gracia- pero aun no había ninguna señal, al parecer había respetado la petición de Niel de no molestarla y dejarla sola por el momento.

Ella no estaba molesta con Morfeo, estaba dolida y triste con el, pero sobretodo, se sentía decepcionada en ese momento, el echo de que no la protegiera, como el había prometido hacía mucho tiempo, siendo capaz de hacerlo en ese momento, no podía soportarlo más, por eso Decidió tomarse unos días fuera de la Ensoñación.

Unas cuantas lágrimas inconscientemente se deslizaron por sus mejillas, perdida en sus pensamientos en ese momento. Su mente era invadida por recuerdos de los últimos 100 años, y más lágrimas se deslizaron por sus mejillas, reprimiendo aquel sollozo que estaba por escapar, no dormiría esa lo que quedaba de la noche, ni sabía cuando lo volvería a hacer, pero no quería regresar a la Ensoñación ahora, no estaba lista para eso todavía.

Atte: Lenna.