CAN BE READ AS A STANDALONE
● the prequel to Flames of Ember ●
The land of Elysia has been ruled by its true rulers for centuries -- by the Elysians. But when a group of potent beings start utilising their powers to the fullest, realising that they...
"Stay still! I'm trying to give you a hairstyle!" Miranda chided, smacking Edric's head from behind as she ran her hands through his dark hair continuously and failed in taking a few strands of his hair because of the silkiness and slipperiness.
Edric muttered apologies as he tried his best to stay still even though it was her who was constantly pulling and moving him for failing. "Your hair is too slippery! I can't even grab a strand!" she cried, smacking his head again.
"Is that. . . m-my fault?" he managed to say, still pondering about what he'd done to make her upset.
"No, it's not," she sighed and tried again. With pure determination, she gently took out the tucked hairs from the behind of his two ears with her ring finger, sending tingles all over his body. Holding all the gathered hairs firmly, she made sure to not let them slip away.
Hurriedly, she used her free hand to poke Edric's hand, gesturing him to take out the thick hair tier from his wrist. When he didn't understand her, she couldn't help but mutter how stupid he was and pulled out the hair tier by herself. After making sure she didn't let any hair slip away from her grip, quickly, she tied his hair, not caring about she was pulling his hair. She'd have gone more gently, if it wasn't for Edric enduring everything silently.
"There," she smiled at the result. She was happy about the bun turning out at least decent. "Now, look at me, I'll do something about the front," she said as he obeyed her and turned around.
Miranda didn't mind the closeness between them but it made Edric nervous. He'd never been this much close to someone that he could literally hear their breathing and he couldn't help but stare at her like she was his world.
She did her work--took out some strands of his hair, making it fall over his eyes but tucked it behind his ear when it didn't turn out like she wanted it to. She was doing her work on him silently and peacefully when he suddenly spoke, his voice quite but because of their closeness, it was loud and clear.
"Mira," he said as he looked at her, how she cringed every time she didn't like the style, how her lips were tugged by a smile when things went according to her will, how her eyes sparkled whenever their eyes met.
She hummed in response, too busy in playing with his long strands of hair rather than fixing it.
"I think I can love you," he whispered, his voice deep as he stared at her eyes.
Miranda wasn't surprised by his sudden confession, for Edric was someone who'd say the most heart warming sentences at the most random time.
So, she continued to do what she was doing-tucked the extra long hair behind his hair, leaving the short ones fall over his eyes, making him look like a kid. She ran a hand through his front hair and smoothed them. Then, she finally spoke,
"You've been already doing that for the past seven months," she smiled, finally meeting his eyes as she saw his cheeks growing red.
"I. . . . have?" he managed to ask, breaking the eye contact between them and looking away.
"You're honestly too good for this world," she laughed as she mumbled the next words. "How can I break your heart if you keep mending mine?"
He didn't hear it and she was grateful for that.
"Am I being enough to you, Mira?" he asked nervously, fidgeting with his fingers.
She took the fingers that he was fidgeting with in her hands and said, "You're being more than enough."
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