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  • Warning! Contains spoilers for Legacy. (I know the spoiler ban is over, but there are plenty of people who still haven’t read it and are browsing the fandom. To those people, I recommend generally staying away from the fandom until you’ve read Legacy once the spoilers start kicking in.)

    Everglen’s huge backyard was a lot bigger than Tam expected. It was way bigger than anything at Choralmere, that was for sure. The field was as grand as anything related to the famous family was, with plant life stretching across the expanse.

    The afternoon sun felt hot on Tam’s neck, sweat wetting his forehead and cooling him down only by a very tiny notch—but it was enough to spark an arctic rush that made the sun disappear. His eyes scanned the green trees around him, waiting for her. For some reason, even though he’d regulated his temperature, drops slid down his face.

    For some reason he wanted to pull the pretty silver flowers that matched his jagged bangs  surrounding him and their pretty little leaves out of the dirt as hard as he could. Why?

    Then he remembered. LinhBiana.

    It had been a whole month since he came back from the Neverseen; he was trust-worthy! He was on their side. Sophie trusted him. If it isn’t girls’ problems, why was it so hard to get them to open up to him?

    Someone cleared their throat behind him, and he whirled around to see a cute, teal eyed Vacker.

    “Hi Tam,” Biana greeted with a pink-lipped smile. Her brown hair was braided and woven with diamonds that flashed when she slowly approached him.

    “Um…hi.”

    The awkwardness swelled between them. He could’ve held her gaze, but that would require a courage that even his surly, cynical side didn’t have. He settled for twisting the button on his jerkin.

    Biana studied him. “You really don’t have to be nervous. We’re just talking. Besides, you can’t have forgotten your snarky-ness that would never let you be this…whatever you’re being right now. I’ve developed some myself while you were gone!”

    When he didn’t smile back, she rolled her eyes. “Maybe if we walk around it’ll loosen you up,” she suggested. “You clearly need it.”

    She grabbed his hand before he could yank it away and pulled him into a run. The trees whizzed past them. She called to him  after some time, “Just so you know, we shouldn’t do anything dangerous. I know you’re not great at that, but please try to manage.” They stopped running at a wide lake that shone in the sunlight, and she held up her other hand before he could protest and continued, “Woltzer will murder me if you don’t listen, and then I’ll take it out on you.” 

    A sarcastic “Oh no” snuck out of his mouth before he could stop himself, and Tam pulled his bangs over his eyes when Biana giggled.

    “I’ll forgive and have mercy on you for your disrespectful comment on my tremendous power, only because I’ve missed y—because I’ve missed your jokes.”

    He didn’t miss the hesitation. He could’ve called her out on it, but for some reason he felt the urge to say, “Of course, Lady Biana.”

    She smiled and sat down silently on the edge of the lake, which he quickly copied. The toes of her boots trailed through the lake water, rippling the surface.

    Her face was happy, but her body soon said otherwise. Her shoulders drooped, and her eyes jumped away from him and watched everything much too closely. Her fingers looped around a loose strand of hair, winding it tighter and tighter and tighter.

    “You’re not okay.”

    “What?” Biana jerked her head down from where she was intensely observing a bird fly overhead.

    Are you okay?” he asked in a low voice that made her whole body stiffen.

    “What does it matter to you?” she snapped as her face darkened.

    He pried his fingers open and closed. “Because I care about you—and the rest of our friends,” he added after he recognized how that had sounded.

    “Do you? You left us—but when Linh offered you wouldn’t come back.”

    “I didn’t have a choice!” Tam argued. “I couldn’t leave yet if she could still hurt Linh.”

    “Linh’s not helpless, you know,” Biana countered.

    “I never said she was. But I’d never be able to live with myself if I let them hurt her.”

    Biana looked away and yanked on her braid so hard the elastic popped off and her hair unraveled into a wavy mane. “Do you know how it affected Linh at all? How could you put her through that? Put her through the hurt and aching on the inside while being forced to hold a steady face that was inevitably going to fall apart?”

    “You’re not talking about Linh,” he told her softly while she stared at her feet.

    They splashed into the water. “No. I’m not.”

    Tam dragged his hand through his black hair. “I’m sorry, and I know that’s not enough. So instead of going on and on about how I can make it up to you, I’ll ask you again, given that you technically didn’t answer.” He waited until Biana looked him in the eyes before he asked once more, “Are you okay?”

    “Do you really expect me to be? If you want me to spell it out for you, then fine. I am not okay. None of us are, which might partially be why. Sophie, who’s been so strong for us despite how much she has on her plate, is in shambles after Councillor Oralie’s cache was unlocked. Keefe isn’t talking to anyone except for Sophie since he woke up a couple days ago, and he’s scaring me, Tam. He won’t tell anyone what the ability is—somehow, he knows—and Elwin won’t tell us either. Glimmer is being just as shady as you always are, and I can’t trust her when she hides so much. Fitz is…adjusting, but he won’t tell me the whole story on why he and Sophie broke up. And now that you’re back, I thought things would go back to normal. But they haven’t. Things are changing, and I’m so tired of pretending I’m fine, because I’m not!”

    Biana’s fists curled around a delicate silver petal, crushing it and scattering the dry pieces left.

    “You know, I realized something while I was gone,” Tam slowly began.

    “Let me guess,” she said, her voice coated in a thin layer of dripping malice. “You realized that you’d made a huge mistake and that you were being a jerk-wad to all of your friends.”

    “I did realize that,” he admitted. Before she could expand on other things he’d supposedly realized, he kept going. “I also realized that sometimes that I kinda want things to change.” His throat probably shouldn’t have been as dry as it was.

    A few seconds passed before her anger started crumbling, and it took eight seconds more plus a very deep breath for it to be truly gone. “I think if you stay with us,” Biana offered quietly, “then things could change.”

    “You really think so?”

    Tam tensed when she scooted a tentative hand halfway over his. Trying to will his head that was going crazy over this to keep its cool was a lot more difficult than it should have been.

    Biana shrugged. “I guess I do.”

    “And you don’t have any doubts? I mean, you’re beautiful, and strong and a Vacker. I was banished, I was a wayward. Everyone hates me because I’m a shade. Why would you want to change for me?”

    When she looked at him, he forced himself to keep eye contact, but his eyes found their way to the still lake when she stated blatantly, “I don’t care about them, and you’re awesome. Nothing that you can’t control changes that. But being a Vacker does not make me awesome, or better than anyone else—including you.”

    An image flashed through his mind: Biana on the ground being teased, because she was with the shade. He then quickly realized that she would probably just kick them in the jaw, so he shook it away. “Are you sure though? Look at what happened with your brother—”

    “Fitz is caught up in a messy situation. He wasn’t as patient as he could’ve been, and he wanted a perfect appearance, which cost him. Though, it was a special case.”

    Tam sighed, “With the moonlark, it always is.”

    “I don’t need anything to happen quickly,” Biana informed him. “In fact, it’s better if it’s not. I don’t want this to get in the way of anything.” She leaned in a tiny bit closer as she said, “And just in case you were wondering, if you were unmatchable, I wouldn’t care.”

    His face was in an oven, and Biana’s smirk as she leaned back made it burn a million degrees hotter. “This won’t change anything, don’t worry,” she assured him. Her smirk widened when she added, “For now.”



    CoOoL Tiana rocks.

    Okay, so I won’t be continuing this. Probably nobody was wondering, but whatever. It’s short and sweet, and I don’t really see anything I could expand upon (if you do though, shoot away.) 

    Quick notes:

    • I intentionally made Tam hypocritical about the trust thing
    • I also intentionally left out Tam's snarky side because 1) I can't write it, and 2) I think it would be both plausible and adorable if Tam was softer with Biana

    Umm...thanks for reading, I guess. 

    -Lady Sassyfur

    P.S: I won’t pretend that when I wrote a cute, teal eyed Vacker,  I wasn’t very tempted to say it was Fitz.

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    • This is great!

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    • Thanks :)

      -Lady Sassyfur

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    • Yaaaaaasss. -Potatohead

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    • So good! That is probably what will happen in the ninth book! Are you secretly Shannon?

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    • -DaSnowLeopard

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    • Lol no, I wish. Unfortunately, unless Sophie spies on people's conversations, it won't happen because of the POV. But we've all got our fingers crossed that there'll be some Tiana action in Book 9 or some sort of canon fan-service short story.

      -Lady Sassyfur 

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    • Yeah... *daydreams about it* from Bianas POV

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    • Everyone pls join OP showdown we only have three people so far and no one is available right now so go hit that reply button with a new OP character!!!

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    • K so someone was wondering s can you continue ?

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    • If you're referring to me, than yeah I can, but I need an idea on what to continue on. Have any suggestions? -Lady Sassyfur

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    • Oh you should continue on like, a couple of (months?) later when Biana gets her match list and discovers that Tam isn’t in it so she keeps getting them and finally he’s in her last spot in her last list.

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    • Then he comes in and looks at her. He actually didn’t register so he has no idea how or who out his name in there and they try to solve the mystery because so far, everyone has opposed to the ship because they think she is perfect for Keefe

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    • Ooh Drama Interesting though. I'll think about it. (however, I'm busy with school and midterm exams, so if I make something it won't be too soon)

      -Lady Sassyfur

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    • Midterms? I’m in 5th grade!

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    • That's just what my school calls them. I'm in 6th grade.

      -Lady Sassyfur 

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    • Really? We don’t have them? I must live somewhere else or something, we have IReady though

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    • I don't have midterms était her, and I'm in 7th grade. We have MCAS.

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      • either
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    • Okay, so I know this isn't as interesting as your ideas, it's very short and it doesn't add anything to the story whatsoever, I'll just post this last piece of garbage and leave it.

      “Look who’s back!” Linh sang as Tam walked through the door. He was greeted with a sudden splash of water in the face, and an innocent grin from his twin sister. Light burned his eyes through the huge windows that were supposed to be closed, and the neutral, soothing theme of the room brightened.

      “Why aren’t the curtains closed?

      Linh pulled a liquid cat from thin air, and it landed softly on the wooden floors, stretching in the blinding sunshine. “It was such a nice day. I couldn’t let it go to waste.” The mist swirled that around him wetted his already dripping bangs.

      Tam crossed the room and plopped down into a cushioned armchair. “There isn’t anything to discuss.”

      Linh pointed towards a simple table, where a round bowl hosting a tiny creature rested. “Sure there is! Look at this, Princess Purryfins is finally letting me pet her head.” She gave a demonstration, to which the murcat rewarded her with a throaty purr. “And we could talk about how your date went—”

      “It wasn’t a date!” he insisted.

      “Oh yes it was, don’t you even try to deny it. Biana’s not as oblivious as Sophie is, she knows that you like her.” She narrowed her eyes, and when they flew open with realization he wanted to curl up in a ball and wait for the world to pass by. “Are you blushing?

      He shouted, “NO!” a second before Linh burst into a fit of giggles. Two white staircases on either side of the giant room led to a sort of balcony, showcasing towering bookshelves that cast shadows above on the wall; Tam quickly gathered them and shrouded his face.

      “Aww, you’re growing up so fast!” Linh said, floating water up to her eyes that she wiped as if they were teary.

      “I swear Linh, you’re gonna wish you never—”

      The simple ringing of his imparter interrupted his threat, and he clicked open.

      You have an incoming hail from: Biana Vacker

       

      Tam groaned. She couldn’t have chosen a worse time to hail.

      Linh peeked over his shoulder and gave a perfect, smug smile that showed all of the teeth that Tam wanted to break. He waited for her to leave as the ringing continued, but she wouldn’t take a step towards the door.

      “What are you waiting for?

      “Oh, fine,” she finally said, after he’d stared at her for long enough that it was too uncomfortable to ignore. With a flick of her long ebony hair, she stomped off.

      He received the hail, and Biana’s face popped up.

      “…Hi Tam.”

      Tam looked down. “Hi.”

      Biana carefully placed a section of hair behind her ears. “Um…I know this is very soon to talk again, but you forgot your sweater here.”

      “Oh! Oh. I guess I could go and get it, maybe,” he tried.

      “Yeah, you could. And then maybe, we could…go to Atlantis!”

      Tam’s head shot up, and he noticed his sister’s shadow and her shameless eye peeking through the door. He cast a sharp shadow at her and whispered, “You are dead to me.” He then cracked the knuckles that he started staring at again as he asked, “Now? Like, now, now? Weren’t we just together?”

      “Well yes,” Biana admitted, “but I thought maybe we could hang out a little more. My parents wouldn’t mind.”

      He told Biana, “Okay. I’ll just…tell Linh.”

      Biana nodded awkwardly, and she clicked away.

      Tam threw back his head and fell to the ground on his back, covering his face with his hands.

      “Why am I so stupid? I’m so stupid, everything’s stupid, and you, Princess Purryfins, are especially stupid!”

      “How dare you,” Linh scolded, sauntering into the room.

      “Oh, and you too,” he added sourly.

      She rolled her eyes and sat cross-legged onto the floor. “Stop being a grump and get on with your second date in a row.”

      “You’re a dirty eavesdropper, you know that?”

      “Yeah, I do.”

      Tam snarled a word that she definitely heard. She flicked some water at his face and pulled his lazy bottom off the floor. “C’mon,” she beckoned. “Let’s get you suited up.”



      Once again, I'm probably not going to add to the story. I said not soon, and I guess this is soon, but it was barely scraped together. I don't like this because, 

      • It's way too fast paced
      • There is too much dialogue (because there isn't anything else to write on)
      • It is completely useless to the story. Okay I'm done.

      -Lady Sassyfur

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    • Okay, I know I said not soon, but I was free. I also know that this is not as interesting as your ideas, nor adds anything to the story, and is incredibly short, but whatever. I'll post this and leave it.

      “Look who’s back!” Linh sang as Tam walked through the door. He was greeted with a sudden splash of water in the face, and an innocent grin from his twin sister. Light burned his eyes through the huge windows that were supposed to be closed, and the neutral, soothing theme of the room brightened.

      “Why aren’t the curtains closed?

      Linh pulled a liquid cat from thin air, and it landed softly on the wooden floors, stretching in the blinding sunshine. “It was such a nice day. I couldn’t let it go to waste.” The mist swirled that around him wetted his already dripping bangs.

      Tam crossed the room and plopped down into a cushioned armchair. “There isn’t anything to discuss.”

      Linh pointed towards a simple table, where a round bowl hosting a tiny creature rested. “Sure there is! Look at this, Princess Purryfins is finally letting me pet her head.” She gave a demonstration, to which the murcat rewarded her with a throaty purr. “And we could talk about how your date went—”

      “It wasn’t a date!” he insisted.

      “Oh yes it was, don’t you even try to deny it. Biana’s not as oblivious as Sophie is, she knows that you like her.” She narrowed her eyes, and when they flew open with realization he wanted to curl up in a ball and wait for the world to pass by. “Are you blushing?

      He shouted, “NO!” a second before Linh burst into a fit of giggles. Two white staircases on either side of the giant room led to a sort of balcony, showcasing towering bookshelves that cast shadows above on the wall; Tam quickly gathered them and shrouded his face.

      “Aww, you’re growing up so fast!” Linh said, floating water up to her eyes that she wiped as if they were teary.

      “I swear Linh, you’re gonna wish you never—”

      The simple ringing of his imparter interrupted his threat, and he clicked open.

      You have an incoming hail from: Biana Vacker

       

      Tam groaned. She couldn’t have chosen a worse time to hail.

      Linh peeked over his shoulder and gave a perfect, smug smile that showed all of the teeth that Tam wanted to break. He waited for her to leave as the ringing continued, but she wouldn’t take a step towards the door.

      “What are you waiting for?

      “Oh, fine,” she finally said, after he’d stared at her for long enough that it was too uncomfortable to ignore. With a flick of her long ebony hair, she stomped off.

      He received the hail, and Biana’s face popped up.

      “…Hi Tam.”

      Tam looked down. “Hi.”

      Biana carefully placed a section of hair behind her ears. “Um…I know this is very soon to talk again, but you forgot your sweater here.”

      “Oh! Oh. I guess I could go and get it, maybe,” he tried.

      “Yeah, you could. And then maybe, we could…go to Atlantis!”

      Tam’s head shot up, and he noticed his sister’s shadow and her shameless eye peeking through the door. He cast a sharp shadow at her and whispered, “You are dead to me.” He then cracked the knuckles that he started staring at again as he asked, “Now? Like, now, now? Weren’t we just together?”

      “Well yes,” Biana admitted, “but I thought maybe we could hang out a little more. My parents wouldn’t mind.”

      He told Biana, “Okay. I’ll just…tell Linh.”

      Biana nodded awkwardly, and she clicked away.

      Tam threw back his head and fell to the ground on his back, covering his face with his hands.

      “Why am I so stupid? I’m so stupid, everything’s stupid, and you, Princess Purryfins, are especially stupid!”

      “How dare you,” Linh scolded, sauntering into the room.

      “Oh, and you too,” he added sourly.

      She rolled her eyes and sat cross-legged onto the floor. “Stop being a grump and get on with your second date in a row.”

      “You’re a dirty eavesdropper, you know that?”

      “Yeah, I do.”

      Tam snarled a word that she definitely heard. She flicked some water at his face and pulled his lazy bottom off the floor. “C’mon,” she beckoned. “Let’s get you suited up.”



      Reasons I don't like this:

      • It's too fast paced
      • It doesn't add anything to the story
      • It's bad.

      LIke I said last time, I'm probably not going to continue this. K I'm done.

      -Lady Sassyfur

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    • I know this is not progressing the story, just like I know that this is short and not as interesting as your ideas. But I’ll post this and move on.

      “Look who’s back!” Linh sang as Tam walked through the door. He was greeted with a sudden splash of water in the face, and an innocent grin from his twin sister. Light burned his eyes through the huge windows that were supposed to be closed, and the neutral, soothing theme of the room brightened.

      “Why aren’t the curtains closed?

      Linh pulled a liquid cat from thin air, and it landed softly on the wooden floors, stretching in the blinding sunshine. “It was such a nice day. I couldn’t let it go to waste.” The mist swirled that around him wetted his already dripping bangs.

      Tam crossed the room and plopped down into a cushioned armchair. “There isn’t anything to discuss.”

      Linh pointed towards a simple table, where a round bowl hosting a tiny creature rested. “Sure there is! Look at this, Princess Purryfins is finally letting me pet her head.” She gave a demonstration, to which the murcat rewarded her with a throaty purr. “And we could talk about how your date went—”

      “It wasn’t a date!” he insisted.

      “Oh yes it was, don’t you even try to deny it. Biana’s not as oblivious as Sophie is, she knows that you like her.” She narrowed her eyes, and when they flew open with realization he wanted to curl up in a ball and wait for the world to pass by. “Are you blushing?

      He shouted, “NO!” a second before Linh burst into a fit of giggles. Two white staircases on either side of the giant room led to a sort of balcony, showcasing towering bookshelves that cast shadows above on the wall; Tam quickly gathered them and shrouded his face.

      “Aww, you’re growing up so fast!” Linh said, floating water up to her eyes that she wiped as if they were teary.

      “I swear Linh, you’re gonna wish you never—”

      The simple ringing of his imparter interrupted his threat, and he clicked open.

      You have an incoming hail from: Biana Vacker

       

      Tam groaned. She couldn’t have chosen a worse time to hail.

      Linh peeked over his shoulder and gave a perfect, smug smile that showed all of the teeth that Tam wanted to break. He waited for her to leave as the ringing continued, but she wouldn’t take a step towards the door.

      “What are you waiting for?

      “Oh, fine,” she finally said, after he’d stared at her for long enough that it was too uncomfortable to ignore. With a flick of her long ebony hair, she stomped off.

      He received the hail, and Biana’s face popped up.

      “…Hi Tam.”

      Tam looked down. “Hi.”

      Biana carefully placed a section of hair behind her ears. “Um…I know this is very soon to talk again, but you forgot your sweater here.”

      “Oh! Oh. I guess I could go and get it, maybe,” he tried.

      “Yeah, you could. And then maybe, we could…go to Atlantis!”

      Tam’s head shot up, and he noticed his sister’s shadow and her shameless eye peeking through the door. He cast a sharp shadow at her and whispered, “You are dead to me.” He then cracked the knuckles that he started staring at again as he asked, “Now? Like, now, now? Weren’t we just together?”

      “Well yes,” Biana admitted, “but I thought maybe we could hang out a little more. My parents wouldn’t mind.”

      He told Biana, “Okay. I’ll just…tell Linh.”

      Biana nodded awkwardly, and she clicked away.

      Tam threw back his head and fell to the ground on his back, covering his face with his hands.

      “Why am I so stupid? I’m so stupid, everything’s stupid, and you, Princess Purryfins, are especially stupid!”

      “How dare you,” Linh scolded, sauntering into the room.

      “Oh, and you too,” he added sourly.

      She rolled her eyes and sat cross-legged onto the floor. “Stop being a grump and get on with your second date in a row.”

      “You’re a dirty eavesdropper, you know that?”

      “Yeah, I do.”

      Tam snarled a word that she definitely heard. She flicked some water at his face and pulled his lazy bottom off the floor. “C’mon,” she beckoned. “Let’s get you suited up.”



      I said not soon, but I had some time so…voila. Just like before, I probably won’t continue this. This was not good in my opinion. My reasons are:

      • It was done too hastily
      • It’s faster paced than it should be
      • There is too much dialogue (since there’s nothing else to write about.
      • It doesn’t add anything worthwhile to the story whatsoever. K I’m done.

      -Lady Sassyfur

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    • Lol you do realize you posted that three times! So I have a suggestion for you. If you are to busy to continue this or whatever your reason was, let me take over! I love writing and this is a really fgood storyline! - DaSnowLeopard

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    • ugh I'm so sorry! It wasn't showing up so I posted it multiple times. 

      -Lady Sassyfur

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    • 72.239.81.17 wrote:
      Lol you do realize you posted that three times! So I have a suggestion for you. If you are to busy to continue this or whatever your reason was, let me take over! I love writing and this is a really fgood storyline!

      - DaSnowLeopard

      Oh and as for that, I'm not too busy. I just...don't really know how to take the story now. But thanks for offering! Hopefully I'll be able to continue. (I know, going back on the "I won't continue this" again. I'll try to say that less.)

      -Lady Sassyfur

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    • I worked on this all afternoon--that's why it's out so soon. Anyways, here's the story.

      One month later—Biana’s point of view

      “Come on honey,” an echoing voice rang through Biana’s ears. “Time to get up. It’s a special day.”

      Biana peeked open her eyes and saw raw sunshine flowing through the open windows, and Mom sitting there, picture perfect. Her eyes cleared enough to make out the details in her wavy chocolate hair, cascading over her shoulder.

      “What is it?” she complained roughly, propping herself forward into a position halfway between lying down and sitting up.

      Mom smiled and stood up, neatly folding and placing a layered gold dress onto the foot of her bed. “Sweetie, we’re going to Atlantis.”

      “Why?” Biana curled her arm around herself, a swirl of shivers tickling her spine.

      “You’ll see.”

      Biana made her way out of bed, shuffling to her bathroom where she spent an hour showering and doing her hair. Sophie had taught her that makeup wasn’t needed to be pretty, and there was a minimal amount on her face—Mom did say that it was a “special day”.

      She slid the dress over her shoulders before softly padding her way downstairs. Fitz was already downstairs at the table, and when he saw Biana he shoved his blitzenberry muffin into his mouth while turning away.

      “Good morning,” Biana tried as she poured herself a glass of lushberry juice.

      “Gooh mohing,” he responded between swallows with a hand over his mouth, still facing away.

      Dad entered the giant dining hall with a fresh tray of muffins, the sweet smell wafting through the high-ceilinged room and warming her insides. She picked an especially fat one with extra blizenberries and bit into it, sighing with delight when the hot, sweet-and-sour juice fizzed as it spread over her tongue.

      “Hello, Biana. Are you ready?” Dad asked after he set the tray down.

      Biana grumbled, “Ready for what?

      Dad’s “Oh, nothing,” made her want to feed him to a gorgodon.

      “I guess this isn’t my place to be here,” Fitz mumbled, and with straight legs he swiftly stalked away.

      “Please tell me he doesn’t know what you’re doing to me,” she pleaded, rolling her eyes when Dad ignored her.

      “Biana, if you’d just sit tight and keep your mouth shut, we’ll be there sooner than you think,” Dad told her when she opened her mouth to speak.

      “Hmph. I don’t like this surprise.”

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      Ooh, Mom, could we go to that one?” Biana begged, pointing at the window of a shop that displayed models with the most gorgeous dresses. “You’ve said no to the past five stores I wanted to go to.”

      Mom’s melodic voice sounded strained. “We came here for a reason. Can’t we just stick to our original plan?”

      Biana was tempted to tell them “no”, but she clamped her jaw. Maybe, just maybe, Mom’s plan was a good one. Maybe…

      The three of them stopped in front of a crystal tower, shimmering in the balefire’s light. A huge silver emblem sat in the middle of a grand arch—an M with two strands of DNA.

      The symbol of the Matchmakers.

      “Ta-da!” Mom announced, back in her usual sing-song tone, with a lot more enthusiasm than before. “Isn’t this exciting! Oh honey, you’re growing up!” She quite obviously didn’t notice Biana’s groan, because she added, “And I know you do like a very nice boy—and don’t worry, he’s like a son to us.”

      With a jolt of horror, Biana realized that her parents, the ones obliviously and expectantly staring at their dismayed daughter, not only didn’t know what Tam meant to her, but thought that she still liked Keefe.

      “Ughhhhhh—WHY?” she hissed through clenched teeth.

      “Look, sweetie, I know it’s embarrassing, but—”

      “It’s not only embarrassing, Mom. You don’t even know how I feel!”

      “Listen, Biana, Keefe is a very nice boy.” Dad grabbed her and Mom’s hands, pulling them gently into the tower where they slowly made their way up the staircase.

      “Don’t you get it?” Biana asked, yanking away when Dad tried to ease her into a seat. “I don’t like Keefe.”

      “What are you talking about? You don’t need to be in denial, sweets, we’re your parents.”

      People started to look at her and her drama, and Dad was glancing at them nervously. So what? Forget them, who cares about how she appeared. If the people that actually knew her didn’t, then that’d be all that mattered.

      “No, I’m not in denial,” she asserted. “I got over Keefe. He’s got eyes only for Sophie—we all know that, and so do I. Shoot, I ship them. I like someone else, more than I ever did Keefe. You’ve seen a lot of him lately.” She waited for the understanding to settle in; when it did, Dad’s eyebrows were off his forehead and Mom’s perfect features puckered.

      “But…”

      “There’s no but, Mom.”

      She pursed her lips, and after a brief silence, she ended it. “Well, fine. Let’s just finish this quickly. It’s still a very special day. Your first time meeting the Matchmakers! In a couple years, you might have already picked a name off of your match list!

      The word soured something in her mouth, but Biana tried to swallow it down. She would finish this for Mom, for Dad; she’d already defied them once, so she may as well make it enjoyable for them to see their daughter get her first match-packet questionnaire.

      Mom and Dad left her for the lions. Her feet were shaking, and her hands succumbed to it as well when two women entered the room. They both showed off a short, angled bob cut, and they both had simple tunics with a sharp-shouldered coat overtop, paired with black pants. They had to have choreographed every one of their movements, because it was all in sync.

      “Hi,” the Asian girl with black hair greeted. “I’m Josie.”

      “And I’m Ceira,” the tan girl added. “We’ll be giving you your match packets!”

      Biana squirmed.

      Josie tapped her tablet. She read aloud, “You are… Biana Vacker! This’ll be fun. It’s been a while since we matched a Vacker.” Her eyes flashed dangerously.

      “Do you know what we stand for? What our purpose is?” Ceira asked.

      “To tear apart couples because you don’t care about whether they love each other, and more about whether or not they have an ability?” Biana blurted out before she could stop herself.

      Ceira shook her head, as if she hadn’t said anything offensive in the least. “Progress, Prosperity, Permanence, and Proliferation. The Vackers have done a wonderful job of showing that. They, in a matchmaker’s eyes, are perfect.”

      “Why does that have anything to do with me?”

      “We know that you are hesitant to match, Miss Vacker,” Josie informed her. “We know every little detail of how you feel about Tam Song, and how you used to feel about Keefe Sencen. We have eyes everywhere, ears in places people least expect it. We know things that no one knows. So let us tell you this: you must match. For your family, for the Vackers, for the elvin world, you will match.”

      Biana’s gasp cut through the room. In a second, she blinked out of sight and squeezed through the door.



      -Lady Sassyfur

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    • This is really good!

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    • 109.161.168.119 wrote: ugh I'm so sorry! It wasn't showing up so I posted it multiple times. 

      -Lady Sassyfur

      THat happens to me so much that I happen to create alternate versions of what my character is doing in roleplays that leaves people really confused. Also I have to reload it to see new posts and that’s a lot of scrawling when I don’t even know if anyone sent new ? (I don’t know what to call them)

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    • PearBlossom wrote: This is really good!

      I totes agree!

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    • The matchmakers are like when ur parents say “I’ll explain it when your older” which basically means I’ll never tell you but you have to go along with it anyway. Biana is so... ???

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    • 72.239.81.17 wrote:

      109.161.168.119 wrote: ugh I'm so sorry! It wasn't showing up so I posted it multiple times. 

      -Lady Sassyfur

      THat happens to me so much that I happen to create alternate versions of what my character is doing in roleplays that leaves people really confused. Also I have to reload it to see new posts and that’s a lot of scrawling when I don’t even know if anyone sent new ? (I don’t know what to call them)

      I know! I thought itaybe my internet was off or something, but I guess not.

      Glad to know the rest of you enjoy it! 

      -Lady Sassyfur

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    • How do they know elves are STALKERS hide!!!! Quick under the related threads sign

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    • WOOh okay so this is short and was done quickly as well, so sorry, but I wanted to get this done and have the weekend off (though that might not be the case, since I enjoy writing) for family time and studying for tests. Hope you enjoy:

      Chapter 4



      “Mom. Dad. Let’s go.” Biana’s grip tightened on their wrists and she pulled them closer to the steep stairs.

      “What? Why? We just got here!”

      “Not now, Dad. Just please. Do it for me. I’ll tell you everything at home,” Biana promised.

      Mom wasn’t convinced. “Where’s your match packet? I’m not taking you again any time soon if you leave without it.”

      “Mom, we have to go. I’ll tell you everything later.”

      “Young lady—” Mom was cut off by a soft yet wary hand over her arm from Dad.

      “Della, let her go. She’ll have to tell us at home.” He made eye contact with his daughter. “I’m trusting you, Biana. Don’t let me down.”

      She responded with a firm nod, and together they left the building.

      ***

      “Biana, you said you’d tell us,” Dad sternly stated. “Keep your word. What was it that had you leaving so fast?”

      Biana took a rattling breath. “Listen. Somehow, they know things. Things that only people could not achieve. I think there’s a technopath at work or something, I don’t know, but I do know that I can’t share it verbally. And try reading my mind for it.”

      She waited steadily as Dad focused on her eyes, teal meeting teal. Moments of silence and Mom’s worried glances followed, broken by heavy panting and shaky but now focused eyes. “I don’t understand,” uttered Dad, massaging his temples. “It’s all fuzzy, and…”

      “Unnatural?” Biana guessed.

      “That goes without saying.”

      “I wish I could expand on this, but they can hear us, I’m sure. We need our Lady Fos-Boss to help us out, and she’s busy. So we’ll wait for this conspiracy to be solved. In the meantime, I need to talk to you Mom—I don’t think you fully get this.”

      The cobalt eyed Vacker slowly bowed her head, and Biana led her off. Into the back garden they went, passing bushes and flowers sculpted into the most amazing creations. They both blinked in and out of sight as they walked, every step unpredicted by visual standards. An ordinary, wooden bench stood solemnly in the middle of the colourful explosion of plants. The two sat down on the bench, Mom gazing off into the wispy sky while Biana concentrated on keeping her stomach churning to a minimum and twisting the strands of loose hair into tiny braids.

      “So…Mom. I have news for you. I know you’re tired of people hating us, and…well, I’m sorry.”

      Mom looked concerned. “This doesn’t seem to be a good start,” she noted.

      “No, it’s not,” the smaller elf agreed. “You’re probably going to be mad, or disappointed, or something negative that hurts me. But…I’ll get this over with. It needs to happen, so—”

      “If I may, I’d like to ask that you get to the point.”

      “Fine. I’m going to be a bad match.”

      Mom dropped her eyes from the sky to her daughter. “What?”

      “I said, I’m going to be a bad match,” she affirmed, and this time it felt real.

      Biana Vacker, Foxfire Queen, popular and pretty and perfect: a bad match.

      “Fluffcream, why? The matchmakers have made so many people happy! Look at me and your father. Alden wouldn’t have even noticed me if it weren’t for the matchmakers, and you wouldn’t exist.”

      “The matchmakers have also ruined other people’s lives, Mom; look at Brant and Jolie. Brant and Jolie both might still be alive if the matches weren’t unfair to the talentless. Look at Juline and Kesler, and what it’s brought upon to their kids, even though they are made for each other and Dex and the triplets are talented, smart and amazing people.”

      “That’s two examples! Can you list anyone else who’s been affected like this?” Mom asked.

      “Do you call Gisela and Lord Cassius a good match?” Biana argued. “Keefe’s entire upbringing is partially the Matchmaker’s responsibility, and they failed real hard on that one. Don’t you see what they’ve done?”

      Mom stood up stiff as a rock, and said monotonously, “Well, it’s your choice. I guess I can’t do anything about it.”

      Biana bit back a protest as Mom stalked off. Once the beautiful lady was gone, she sighed, and realized what she had to do.

      She pulled out a silver-rimmed, square screen that she clutched gently as she clicked it on. She held it up to her mouth and whispered, “Show me Tam Song.”



      -Lady Sassyfur

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    • That’s really good but I think in the real KotLC Della would totally agree, I mean she’s in the black swan. She sees their point. She loves her daughter and seems to understand Sophie and her friends. She wouldn’t just ignore the fact that the Matchmakers have something going on

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    • Yeah, your right. Maybe it would be more of an Alden thing? (idk, just after Keefe's Flashback short story I'm really mad at Alden.) He also seems more appearance oriented than Della. Or maybe the matchmakers are messing with her head. Honestly, I havne't fully planned out where I'm going with that, so who knows. Thanks for sharing your opinon. It helps.

      -Lady Sassyfur

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    • My pleasure

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    • MORE

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    • WE NEED MORE.

      -RandomKOTLCfan101

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    • Oh my gosh I forgot about this. I'll try to keep writing!

      -Lady Sassyfur 

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    • I’m SO sorry for the wait ok chapter five, let’s go

      Tam’s POV



      Tam’s imparter rang, and he fished his hand through his pocket to get it. Him and Linh sat in the backyard, staring at the simple grass and never-changing skies, and discussing…everything, and nothing at all. It was that kind of blabbering nonsense that you could live off of without any sleep or food for ten hours. Though at this peaking noon, they hadn’t broken the peaceful and comfortable silence yet. The ringing did though, and he quickly pulled it out to see a lit screen displaying:



      You have and incoming hail from: 𝐵𝒾𝒶𝓃𝒶 𝒱𝒶𝒸𝓀𝑒𝓇 ♥

      Linh must’ve guessed why his face was seared, and she managed to swipe a look at the screen. He pretty much blew up the second she raised her eyebrows with a dripping smirk that made Tam wish shadows were solid so he could slap her with them.

      “Linh—”

      Looks like you have another DATE, brother dear!” Her echoing voice bounced off the fountain in front of her, her smile wider than ten thousand seas.

      “Please Linh, not that loud,” he muttered, wringing his hands. His eyes darted to a figure in black robes, clear of any white eye.

      The girl could obviously hear them, but she held her head low and shifted deeper into the armchair faced away from the window.

      “Tam.” He reluctantly turned to his sister, who’s face was suddenly solemn. “If you ever, and I mean ever, feel bad about hanging out with Biana because of that hooded Flash Freak, we’re kicking her off the property.”

      “Glimmer’s my friend, Linh, not a Flash Freak. I can’t believe you, of all people, are being this…rude.”

      Linh looked appalled. “Rude? She’s the one that invaded our life! She was probably the reason why you didn’t even try to leave the enemy! What did you tell Sophie?”

      He flinched. “Wait,” he started, but she already passed that point.

      “Hmmm…oh yeah! I like it here. I’m even making friends.”

      “I am so over you and your friendship with Glimmer. How am I supposed to trust her? Go on. Biana’s waiting.”



      Okay first I'm so sorry that I forgot about this; I've been undergoing art block and writer's block, which lemme tell you is the worst possible combination for boredom and sadness to ruin your uneventful day that you spent just listening to hamilton on repeat for 7 hours because your suddenly obsessed. Second I'm sorry that it's so short and that it's another garbage Linh-Tam interactions with a whole lot of TeNsIoN and that stuff. Yeh okee bye

      -Lady Sassyfur

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    • Ooh! I like how you included Glimmer in here. Don't worry, you did pretty good.

      NinjaTeddyBear

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    • Ugh I need to keep writing, just a little bit more!  T^T sorry for holding it off for so long, to the people that read this (though I don't think anyone does anymore) 

      -Lady Sassyfur 

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    • I do and I love it t check it every day even if I don’t respond sometimes I really appreciate your work, being a writer myself!!!! - DaSnowLeopard ;)

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    • I did it! It's done! Yesssss! I'm am SO SO SO SO sorry for the wait. Writer's block has hit me HARD. But I did it, so here it is, and it's over. Just a short end, though kind of abrupt and I'm sorry for that. Here's my late Christmas present to those out there reading this.

      Tam’s POV

      Tam settled onto Biana’s bed, leaning against the wall at the foot of the bed. Biana sat at the opposite end.

      “So…what’d you need?” His first words to her since a week ago were a lot more pessimistic and deflated than he’d intended and thought they would be.

      Biana twined her fingers together. Her legs were crossed and her hair was braided and wet. The dress she wore was a lot simpler than her ususal extravagance, but it flattered her just the same—she could wear anything and rock it. “We’ll get there,” she stalled while keeping her eyes to the floor—but when Tam leaned further back onto the wall (and further away from her), she looked at him. “Hey.”  She shuffled over to him and took his hand. “How are things?”

      Tam’s heart grew warm and soft, and his smile was too. Biana, just maybe, liked him for him, and cared about him. More than his parents ever did, or ever would. She wanted to know how he was! More than Sophie, or Marella, or anyone else besides Linh did.

      Her pink lips curled upwards. “I like it when you smile. You look so happy.”

      He felt his burning face inching towards hers against his will. Thankfully, she stopped him very smoothly by standing up in a swish of skirt resting her back against her desk, facing him. “Tam. Yesterday, my parents brought me to the matchmakers. And they…um, they aren’t exactly what I’m looking for. I think Sophie’s right.”

      “About…?”

      “Sophie doesn’t think the matchmakers have the right to decide who or who can’t be matched.”

      “You don’t want to register,” he finished, realizing what she was saying.

      Her posture was shameless but her face wasn't, so she ducked her chin and averted her eyes.

      “You want to stay single forever and you brought me here to tell me that we shouldn’t ever see each other again.”

      Biana's head whipped up in shock, and she blinked several times. “What? No! Of course not! I’m saying—” she held her hand up before he could keep guessing, “—that one: I’m going to be a bad match." She waited for him to nod. "And second, I think I might be ready to date someone.”

      Tam couldn’t help but ask, “Have any ideas?”, and proceeded with wishing he could smack himself for hinting at that, but she didn’t seem to mind.

      “Actually, yeah. Your sister might torment you forever.”

      A couple seconds to process and...

      “You want to date my sister?” he asked in disbelief, and she burst out laughing.

      “You’re ridiculous, you know that? It’s you, nutbrain. If you’re open.”

      “Oh! I…don’t think I’m occupied." Part of him screamed, “ABORT! ABORT!”, but the other part of him overruled it. "So. Um, sure?"

      “That’s great!" Biana's cheeks bloomed rose. "I mean, uh, cool. I’m sure you have other stuff to do.”

      “I’m free,” he tried, quickly adding after he grasped what that meant for her, “unless your busy, then of course I’ll go.” He stood up. “Y’knowwhatmaybeI’lljustgorightnow—”

      “No! Er, if you are free, then I’m totally up for some more…Tam-time.” She did jazz hands while she said it, and the moments the words left her lips, her face tensed painfully. Lowering her hands, she inhaled deeply while biting her lip. Her panicked gaze softened when it met his.

      “I’d like that.”

      He could’ve sworn she was further away a second before, and they were both moving so slowly towards each other that a turtle would look like a cheetah compared to them. But then Biana sped up and she got onto her tippy toes and kissed him.

      It was surreal, like a millton explosions in his head, remembering every time he'd silently wonder about it. But it wasn’t a slow, sweet fantasy—just a quick, wonderful moment in time. And he felt himself smile. She pulled away and took his hand.

      "I—wow. That...happened."

      She giggled and told him, "I’ll go tell my parents.”

      “Are you sure?” His hand found his bangs, and he tugged them.

      Biana clarified, “That we’ll be in here. Talking, getting to know each other, that kind of stuff. The stuff people do when they, I guess, are friends. Or more than friends.” She winked and went off, her dark hair streaming behind her. Life seemed to give him a light amidst the chaos and the arguing and the evil. He had to stay alive for Linh, for his friends to help defeat the Neverseen, and now Biana; Standing there in his new girlfriend's room, remembering everything worth fighting for, he really wanted to.


      Merry Christmas! Or happy holidays, or whatever you celebrate, and happy new year!

      -Lady Sassyfur

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    • I love this!!!!!!!!

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    • This is great!

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    • Thank you :)

      -Lady Sassyfur 

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    • Yesssss now more chapters quickly Sarah

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    • Sarah? And I think I'm done with it. Sorry :(

      -Lady Sassyfur 

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    • Sorry that was an accident and noooo

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    • Awwwwww

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    • AWWWWWWW I MIght Die of suspense

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    • I mean, I don't think there's any more to write about.

      -Lady Sassyfur

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