Fantasy A Glimmer Of Us [goldieloxx][irl jo march]

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Name: Victoria Zabielski
Age: 19
Height: 5'3


Name: Terian Mirthvein
Age: [appears] 26
Height: 6'2
Season: Spring
Species: Elf


Name: Aalton Fairfax
Age: [appears] 24
Height: 5'11
Season: Summer
Species: Mermaid​

 

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Name: Hazel Thorpe
Age: 20
Height: 5’5

Name: Janus Ardelean
Age: [appears] 25
Height: 6’2
Season: Winter
Species: Vampire

Name: Lyell Kyran
Age: [appears] 23
Height: 6'0
Season: Fall
Species: Werewolf​

 

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Victoria

The Bride

Just because Victoria was the daughter of Mayor Zabielski didn’t mean she was looking forward to the annual festival in Maple Grove. The nineteen year old had been dreaming about leaving this town ever since she was old enough to sing-- which she did even before she talked, according to her dad. Not that he’d told her that in a touching father-daughter moment. It was something she’d overheard him say to someone else, at one of those prim and proper functions that Tori had no choice but to attend. One of those events where the mayor liked to make people think they had the perfect family, when in fact it was quite the opposite.

Tori didn’t remember her mother all that much. The woman ran off when Tori was just a child, leaving her alone with her father. At the time, he wasn’t the mayor of Maple Grove. Hell, they didn’t even live there. They lived in a beach town in Florida, a place with warm beaches and an even warmer sun. Maple Grove was a small town in the middle of Montana, and Tori was not made for the small town life. Even though she was young when they lived in Florida, she has fond memories of sand and ocean water, memories that she wants to make a reality again.

But she also has dreams of Hollywood, and her plan during these few short warm months in Montana was to gather as much money as she could and leave before it got cold again. Currently it was the middle of July, and her time was running out. She already had a stash hidden in her room, but it wasn’t quite enough. Not where she wanted to be. So she would continue to play the nice role of the perfect mayor’s perfect daughter. Just to make sure her father didn’t have a clue about what she wanted.

The festival was a huge town event every year, and this year was no different. Live music, carnival games, rides, face painting, shopping, food. Everything you could imagine, Maple Grove’s festival had it. For a small town, it was a big town event but it still didn’t satisfy Tori’s need for excitement. It was the same people every year, and even the few newcomers or visitors were usually government friends of her father’s or someone similar, so they weren’t very interesting.

Expecting the same this year, Tori just scoffed into her headset. Her father had roped her into helping out with the live music, and they were already having technical difficulties. “I’m not a tech genius, can’t you guys figure this out? The next set is supposed to start in five.” She hissed into the mic, spinning on her heels to head backstage. Whatever the problem was, it was going to take a few extra minutes to fix so she just sighed and headed onstage herself.

“There’s going to be a few minute delay for the next set, folks.” She spoke into the microphone onstage, her eyes catching sight of her boyfriend making his way to the side of the stage. A small smile appeared on her face, but she focused on the crowd again. “Stick around if you wanna hear the musical talents of The Songbirds!” Stepping back, she left the stage again, almost running right into Trey. “Hey, babe.” She wrapped her arms around him, resting her head on his chest. She and Trey were on again off again, and he could really be a piece of shit and had even cost her a friendship with her best friend. But wasn’t it worth it to have won?

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Terian

The Elf King

Another year, another festival in Maple Grove. Terian sighed as he looked around the festival grounds, watching with an impassive expression on his face as people rushed around him. They all looked happy, ready to celebrate another year. But another year of what? Being alive? Terian had had quite enough of those, and to be honest, he’d had enough of coming to this festival.

Of course, this was just the way of the world, wasn’t it? He and his four brothers were the kings of their kingdoms, kings of their own respective seasons. Every one hundred years, they returned to the small town of Maple Grove to pick someone from the crowd who would become their wife. Four kings, four wives. That’s how it had always been, since the beginning of time.

Why Maple Grove? Well, Terian had asked himself that more than once. But it was something about the town that gave it close ties to the supernatural, especially the ones who lived on earth. Most of them lived in their world, the world that the kings belonged to, but a few of them traversed the portals into earth. Some were even born here, or created here, depending on the species. After all, the portals weren’t free to travel through. That would be too much chaos, especially for uptight Terian. But people always found a way.

With a slight shake of his head, Terian started moving through the crowd himself, looking at the faces of the people-- mostly the women-- passing by him. Picking a wife had never really been an emotional thing for Terian, unlike some of his brothers. Especially Aalton. Terian just didn’t have an attachment to most of his wives. That didn’t mean they weren’t beautiful or special in their own way, Terian just… wasn’t usually the emotional type.

That usually went over extremely well with the women he chose, as you can imagine. If they were going to be taken from their homes, their lives, everything they’d ever known, they would probably want something or someone new to be able to attach themselves to. But Terian just wasn’t that guy. His human wives lived out their lives mostly in solitude, which is how he preferred it. After all, he was a solitary creature as well, even if it drove the others insane sometimes. He just liked his peace and quiet.

Sighing softly, Terian’s head jerked to the right when he felt someone shoulder check him. To his relief, it was just Aalton, who was already grinning like a fool. “Don’t tell me you’ve found your woman already.” Terian practically groaned, reaching up to rub his temples. How did Aalton manage to do this? They’d barely been here an hour, and already Aalton looked like he’d won the lottery.

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Aalton

The Merman King

If Terian was only here out of an obligation, it was the opposite for Aalton. The merman king absolutely loved festivals, parties, everything like that. He was probably the polar opposite of his elf brother, but that didn’t mean Aalton loved him any less. Aalton loved all of his brothers, and he knew they loved him, too. They had a bond deeper than life itself, and without each other, even one of them, the world would cease to be. They’d been around since the beginning of time, and now another year had passed, and it was time to choose another wife.

As Aalton browsed the shopping area of the festival, he couldn’t help but think about his previous wife. Maureen, a beautiful redhead with a soul to match his own. She loved being the life of the party, and had been one of the easiest wives to come into his life. Meaning she took to being his queen quite easily, but perhaps that was because of the life she’d come from here on earth. It hadn’t been the most pleasant one, and Aalton was glad to take her away from it.

But just as with the rest of them, she’d passed on, some fifteen or so years ago. Though the kings only took a new wife every hundred years, that didn’t mean the human would live that long. There were stories told by Father Time and Mother Nature that said one day, the kings would find their perfect matches, the women who would become immortal like them and stay with them forever. But how were they supposed to find them? Especially if they only went to one town?

Aalton hadn’t given up hope on finding his perfect bride. He looked around the faces of the women in the town, noting their differences and even the differences since the last time they’d been here. Ah, the roaring 20’s. What a remarkable time. A grin appeared on his lips as he remembered the flappers with feathers in their hair, their short dresses and their love for dancing and music in general. He’d fit in quite well in that era, even with the ink covering his skin.

But it seemed that tattoos were more of a thing now. He saw them everywhere he looked, all different shapes, sizes, and colors. He wanted to see more of them. He was tired of looking at his own. But despite this, he never stopped to talk to anyone, not yet. They’d only just arrived, after all, and this festival went on for another five days. They’d rented a house here in town, he and his brothers, and at the end of the week they’d be leaving with their new brides to head home.

Humming under his breath, he spotted Terian nearby and grinned wider, approaching him. Terian’s head whipped in his direction when he nudged his shoulder, and Aalton outright laughed at his brother’s words. “Not quite, brother.” He reassured Terian, his eyes glittering with excitement as he glanced around. “Come on, do I have to walk you through this again? You need to not look so sour, and then the women will flock to you.”

“No, thanks.” Terian muttered, causing Aalton to laugh again.

“If you say so. I’m just saying, you attract more bees with honey than you do with vinegar, or some shit like that.”

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THE MAPLE GROVE FESTIVAL. Hazel Thorpe secretly looked forward to it every year. The rides, the food, the music… all of it was filled to the brim with nostalgia. She’d never once missed it, despite her public complainings about the busyness of the town and the mess it left when it was over. There was just something about it that felt like freedom, as odd as that sounded. It was a bit of an escape from reality to one that was filled with fried foods and rides that weren’t technically up to code. She stepped back from the mirror and exhaled, fixing her makeup in one swift motion.

It had been a difficult past few months, so Hazel was particularly looking forward to this year’s festival. Everything just felt so… stagnant. From a...sort-of... break up, to a fallout with her best friend, to a dead end job at the cafe on the corner, Hazel was honestly tired of all of it. She’d be the first to admit that she had a tendency to look for drama where it didn’t exist, but this time it had gone much further than expected and now she paid the price.

She smoothed her sundress and picked up her purse. She was currently meeting her brother and his wife at the festival. She hadn’t wanted to go with them, but none of her friends were reliable at the moment, and she wasn’t about to go by herself. She’d texted an old acquaintance named Christina since the rest of her friend group was tense at the moment, but Christina was infamously flaky and had already stopped responding. Hazel rolled her eyes at the thought, sent another text to Christina, and composed one to her brother Thomas. On my way over. Let me know when you’re there.

She stepped out and shut the door before heading out. She didn’t live too far from where the festival was so it only took her a few minutes before she arrived and took a deep breath into the festival air: fresh and cool and filled with the scent of funnel cake. Just like always. She pushed her way through, intent on getting a funnel cake. The lines for the rides were too long right now and it would give her some time to wait for Christina or her brother to text her back.

She rolled her eyes in distaste as she passed the stage on the way to the food, hearing her ex-best friend’s voice on the speakers. She must’ve been roped into doing this. Hazel hoped she was miserable. She pulled out her phone as she waited in line, refreshing her messages as if that would make someone text her back.

 

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HE COULDN’T BELIEVE HOW fast the time had flown. It seemed like only a few years ago that he was here last, choosing his previous wife. Janus Ardelean leaned against one of the wooden fences of the festival, content to observe the festival goers for now. Had it always been this noisy and crowded? He could scarcely remember. The faces that caught his eye were there one minute and gone the next, blending into the busy crowd as if they hadn’t been there at all. He let out a frustrated huff. This was the way he’d met his previous wife, simply by observing and playing the waiting game. It had all been a matter of chance, really.


The scenery seemed to melt away as he remembered. It was one hundred years ago and she’d been right in the center of it all, smiling and laughing. He had been right in this very spot, and their eyes had met and he knew that was it. She’d long since passed away, but Janus was partly convinced that he’d meet the next one in the same way. He let out a sigh- wishful thinking, he was well aware. He straightened up from the fence and started walking, trying to look through the crowd without running into too many people.

This was difficult. He grimaced as he dodged a group of people who clearly didn’t know where they were going, and mumbled a curse under his breath. It seemed that everyone was distracted and in some sort of hurry. He never understood that. There would be plenty of time for everything- hell, this festival was going for a week! Although he would admit he was immortal; he didn’t fully understand the complexities and stresses that came along with mortality, even though his previous wives had also been mortal. It had been an interesting sort of struggle to watch them succumb to their mortality each time. He recognized he was lucky not to understand it.

Relief rushed through him as he caught the eyes of his brothers in the crowd and he continued to push his way through. It was nice to see some familiar faces in this crowd of complete and total strangers, and he wondered if they’d met anyone yet. It was still very early but it was entirely possible- Janus was almost positive it had happened at least once before with one of them. Either way, it would be nice to get a break from this hellish crowd and check in with his brothers.

He grinned as he approached. He wasn’t sure where Lyell was- most likely he was still wandering around doing exactly what Janus was. “Well, well, well,” he said, joining them. “Look who it is.”

 

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LYELL WAS, IN FACT, WANDERING around- except unlike Janus, he wasn’t in a hurry. There were plenty of women here- in fact, it almost seemed more crowded than usual -and he would have plenty of time to find his wife. He walked through the crowd, pausing only to give a group of women gathered by the stage with an easy grin before stuffing his hands in his pockets and continuing on his way. He took a deep breath in the festival air and let it out slowly. He was very glad to be here again.

It was always interesting to observe how much both the festival and society had changed. Every time he came back, things got a little louder, a little more crazy, a little more advanced. Even just looking at the stage, it was fascinating to think that 100 years ago it was almost unrecognizable. There was none of that kind of technology, none of the devices, and now it was practically everywhere. Incredible. He’d always been fascinated by that sort of thing. It was one of his favorite parts about coming back to Maple Grove, second to only finding his wife.

He was very much looking forward to meeting his next one. The moment he arrived, he’d already begun wondering what she looked like. He’d done the same thing when he’d met his previous wife. She’d caught his eye almost immediately- she was incredibly beautiful and hard to ignore. So Lyell didn’t. He went up to go talk to her, she responded back, and the rest was history. Easy. He was hoping that he’d meet the next one soon- and that it would be equally as easy. Then they’d be able to enjoy the rest of the festival together before they went back to his kingdom and he wouldn’t need to worry about looking. It was a win-win in Lyell’s eyes.

He stuffed his hands in pockets and continued to walk through the crowd, his eyes drifting to the rides. These too looked new- and more dangerous and probably more thrilling than the ones he’d seen 100 years ago. Maybe he’d get the chance to try one before he left. He grinned, wondering what it would be like in another hundred years. Maybe the rides would float off the ground or something- crazier things had happened.

Of course, there was always the chance they’d find perfect matches but Lyell didn’t see the point in hoping for that. He was already content with the deal they had and there was no use in getting worked up waiting for something that might take many centuries- or even more -to happen. It would be more time to visit the festival anyway. More time to meet more people, more time to discover new things… he enjoyed his visits every single time.

His gaze landed on a few familiar faces- his brothers. He grinned at the sight. It seemed they’d arrived before he had. They’d most likely split up again, do some rounds and regroup but seeing them here was always a welcome sight.

“Long time to see,” he called as he approached, clapping Aalton jovially on the back. “Any luck yet, anyone?”