Moral of the Story ☆ Hyacinth

Working as a chef for an organic food catering company hadn’t exactly been what Flynn pictured his 20s would be like but he honestly had no complaints. It was a good, steady job and he had always enjoyed cooking. He hadn’t expected what had originally just been a means of feeding himself to turn into a job but he liked the environment. The kitchen he worked in was nice, he got to try out new recipes and be creative about his cooking and he had always liked the image of people enjoying his work.

Plus, he had great coworkers here and that alone was a good enough reason to stay. It was pretty rare when you got along with the majority of your peers.

Currently, he is working on the last of a big order. The function today was for a wedding and the bride had been very particular about how she wanted the food prepared. The restriction was something that Flynn could have lived without but he’d always been weak to stuff like this. The idea of cooking for a wedding was romantic and the thrill of that was enough.

As he works, he is busy chatting away with one of the servers who worked on the weekends. She was younger than him but she had a level of honesty that Flynn couldn’t help but come to for advice from time to time.

“So? What do you think?”

“You’re an idiot.”

Jaw dropping, Flynn puts down his wooden spoon and waves a hand. “What? Are you kidding me? You clearly weren’t listening right.”

“I was,” Mina replies, stacking a full container of prepared food onto another and rolling her eyes. “And you’re still an idiot. You should have ran the moment she joked about meeting her parents,” She pauses for dramatic effect. “Who live all the way in Mexico.”

“She was joking about buying that plane ticket! It shows she’s spontaneous! You can’t base someone off a first date alone.” Flynn frowns, defensive. “She could have tons of good qualities.”

Mina stares at him for a long moment, long enough for Flynn to feel the awkward silence of his reply. However, when he opens his mouth to try and rephrase his words, Mina quickly cuts in. “Look, Flynn, I don’t buy into your whole weird grand romance thing. I don’t think love is something that just happens and – boom – perfection. Everybody has something that initially attracts them to another. That whole love at first sight nonsense is essentially accurate.”

“But you just said-”

“In the sense that the moment you look at someone, you see something that you like. It could be something physical, like their hair or legs, or maybe it’s an activity, like you see them reading your favourite magazine or buying a cup of coffee.”

“Really? Coffee does it for you?” Flynn smirks, picking up his spoon again and carefully stiring the vegetables he’s currently cooking. Adding a couple spices, he continues to work as he listens.

“Shut up.” Mina scowls. “The point is that what you see might be what you fall in love with but it’s not what keeps you together. This girl is clearly a bad fit for you. Don’t call her and try again.”

“How do you know she’s a bad fit for me? That girl could be my future wife!”

“Because you just used the term future wife for a girl who burst into tears when you told her you were 22.”

“She said 22 was a bad year for her! Her family cat died.”

“… Do you listen to yourself? No, you cannot be with somebody who is that emotional. I’m sure she would be a good fit for somebody else but you need somebody stable.” Mina points at him. “Repeat after me – stable.”

“… But she was really cute.” Flynn protests.

“Do not call her.” She replies, making sure to enunciate each word.

Flynn sighs loudly, letting his head fall back before he moves to turn off the stove and set his frying pan onto the opposing burner. “I’m never gonna find a girlfriend at this rate. Every girl that’s perfect is either in a relationship or gay.”

“Preaching to the choir.” Mina shrugs a shoulder. “Well, except swap gay for straight. It sucks but you can’t give up. You’ll find her.”

“Maybe.” Flynn grumbles, scooping the vegetables into the large awaiting container. “Alright, this one’s done. You can take it.”

“Perfect.” Mina smiled, sealing the lid over it firmly and scooping it into her arms. She adds it to her stack then and lifts them all up at once.

Flynn watches her a moment before he reaches back to start untying his apron. “Here, let me help-”

“Flynn Yi, if you take off that apron, I will be forced to do something drastic. I’m not dainty. Get back to work.” Mina snaps, scowling him like she is daring him to try it.

Flynn’s hands falter and he chuckles. “Sorry, habit.”

“You should break that habit or I’m gonna start punching you in the gut every time I see you mistaking pity for chivalry.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll work on it. But, seriously, do they have enough helpers over there? I’m just heading home after this anyway.”

“We’ve enough people and Judy is loaning us her van if we need to grab anything for emergencies. You know, in case the bride decides to have a melt down about the cutlery or something.” She nods toward the door.

Flynn chuckles again. “Can’t have that happen again.”

“Exactly. Now I have to head over there but, to recap, what are we not going to do?” Mina questions.

“Call her.” Flynn sighs. “I won’t call her.”

“I’m serious. Don’t do it. You make terrible relationship decisions.”

Ouch.” Flynn clutches his chest with a smile. “Well, thanks for hearing me out.”

“Always happy to slap some sense into you.” She grins. “You still coming out for drinks tomorrow night?”

“You bet. Probably drag my brother along; kid never goes out alone.”

“Isn’t he older than you?”

“By a few months. Shut up.” Flynn rolls his eyes.

Mina grins, amused. “Alright, see you then.”

“Later.” He simply raises his hand, flicking his fingers slightly before she finally leaves the kitchen.

FIN ★ ☆ ★ Constructive critique always welcome!

Loving Dancer ☆ Hyacinth

If one word could be used to describe Eos’ childhood home, it was colourful.

The life of the house filled your lungs from the first step onto the front lawn. Where the neighbours had simple, matching green lawns, there was no grass upon his. Instead, every inch from the sidewalk to the front door was an abundance of flowers, herbs and trees. A large willow tree sheltered the flowers from above, the slightest breeze setting the vines fluttering. Lush flowers, varying in colours, sizes and types grew together in thick beds. Their sweet smell swirled and floated around, enticing all forms of life from bees to birds. Stone slabs invited guests to the front door where a cheery doormat wished them a good day.

Inside was no disappointment to the natural flavour of first impressions. There were plants in great abundance anywhere you looked, giving the building a true feeling of comfort and life. No blinds or curtains were ever drawn over the windows and instead the home was flooded with brilliant light every day. The furniture was simple, nothing extravagant or gaudy. Most everything was made of wood and the cushions were a plain, bright colour varying from basic whites to rich reds.

The air was ambrosial. A lush, natural atmosphere of plant life.

It was the scent that had long since etched itself into Eos’ clothes and things. It had become apart of his every day life.

There was a short knock on his bedroom door and a melodic voice carried through the wood. “Wake up, butterfly. Breakfast will be ready shortly.”

Humming from under the burrows of his blankets, a head popped out with a slurred, “Okay, mum.”

There were light footsteps that faded from his door as Eos pulled back his covers. He’d sat up with a sleepy stare and rubbed at his bright teal eyes as they struggled to focus in the early morning light. His blond hair, a soft pale shade, had stuck up in several directions in the usual morning chaos. His gaze had been blank as he looked forward, slowly turning his head to peer out the window. The sunrise had been beautiful that day, a warm glow of pink and orange that gave the homes surrounding theirs a vibrant shine. A small smile pulled onto his lips.

What a beautiful day, he had thought.

A few minutes later, he padded down the stairs with a yawn and made his way into the kitchen. The smell of pancakes filled his nose and he could hear the gentle sizzle of the frying pan. Upon entering the room, his mother turned around and gave him a soft smile. Her hair was long, dyed in several stripes of colour that matched well to the pale blond she’d passed down to Eos. Many thin braids lined the expanse of it but for the moment, as she cooked, it was pulled back neatly with a blue ribbon. Her face was gentle, showing signs of age along the creases of her lips and eyes but there was nothing that gave way to the stresses of age. There was peace, even in the dark brown of her eyes. An apron was pulled around her waist in security but she still adorned her usual pajamas of sweatpants and a tshirt.

“Good morning, butterfly. Did you sleep well?”

Eos nodded softly, moving over to the counter and plucking a raspberry from a bowl she had already set out. “I did.” He sppken before popping it into his mouth.

“Any dreams?” She asked, turning back to the frying pan and flipping a pancake.

Wandering over, Eos pulled out a bar stool from the counter and took a seat, claiming himself another raspberry before speaking, “Nothing I can remember.”

She chuckled. “Not dreaming of sparrows again?” She glanced at him from the corner of her eye as a dark pink filled Eos’ cheeks. Her smile widened. “I thought as much.”

“It’s nothing.” He mumbled, deciding to occupy his lips with a strawberry this time. It was larger and a means of avoiding the impending statement for a few seconds longer.

“Come now.” She smiled, lifting the pancake from the frying pan and setting it onto an already grown stack. Clicking off the stove, she had set the pan aside and removed her apron. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. You’re already 13; plenty old enough to be developing such feelings.”

Eos watched her hang the apron but decided to hold his tongue on the matter. His gaze flicked down as he tried to avoid the topic. She chuckled once again, sliding the plate of pancakes over to him and moving around the counter to sit next to him. “It’s the first day of summer vacation; your sparrow should be flying home today, correct?”

“… Last night.” He replied, picking up his fork and claiming two pancakes onto his own plate. The colour had yet to leave his cheeks. “He was playing last night.”

A knowing smile tugged at her lips, nudging the honey toward him and picking up the bowl of berries for herself. “He plays the violin, yes? I would love to hear it. You should invite him over.”

“He’s probably tired.” Eos replied simply, picking up the bottle and pouring a generous amount over his pancakes.

“That’s hardly an excuse. I’m certain that seeing you would be a welcome sight.” She replied, holding her hand out for the honey. Eos passed it to her, taking the bowl of berries and littering his pancakes with them. “You could bring him some banana muffins.”

“… You think?” He questioned, looking a little uncertain.

“You were born to bring light into this world, butterfly.” She brushed her fingers at his hair, tucking a strand behind his ear affectionately. “Follow your heart. Your sparrow is a gentle spirit.”

Eos looked over to her, a hopeful expression filling his entire face.

She withdrew her hand and smiled. “Just remember to respect yourself and your own boundaries. Your safety and happiness should always be your largest priority. Don’t hide your light with fear of the unknown.”

She turned toward her breakfast and Eos chanced a look out the front window. The house across the street looked quiet in the early morning hours and he felt his heart speed up. Banana muffins, huh?

A soft chime from his plate pulls his attention and his mother points at it with her own fork. “But breakfast first, butterfly. You can visit after our morning meditation.”

“Yes, mum.” He replied, digging into his pancakes. His mind, however, was elsewhere. He wondered about what he should wear. Would the banana muffins be too sweet for him? Maybe he should bring something else. He supposed he shouldn’t go over too early; he would still be sleeping at this hour.

Before he knew it, his plate was devoid of breakfast and suddenly his optimism was unrivaled.

His previous thought was surely to be confirmed now.

It was going to be a truly beautiful day.

FIN ★ ☆ ★ Constructive critique always welcome!

Wanderlust Twins ☆ Hyacinth

In the beginning, the twins lived in an alternate realm called Alo – a realm that was reserved for shape shifting demons. Alo is a realm that is built much like a large cavern. There are stalactites in place of a wide, open sky. Their light source (since something akin to the sun is absent) are the thousands of bio-luminescent insects that reside along the walls of the cavern. They often live in swarms, their glowing light varying blue, purple and green based on their species. They are a constant in this realm – a light source that never dies. Because this realm resides in a world of interconnecting caverns, the city structures are build directly into the cavern walls or carved from the stone to create the homes of these shape shifting demons.


Now twins in this realm were rare – believed to be of high value – and so when they were born, they were kept secret. Twins were believed to bring good fortune, only ever appearing in Alo’s history during periods of great victories in battles and times of prosperity. As such, they were forced to remain in their home that was carved securely into the cavern walls. They knew no other life than what happened beyond them.

Born the illegitimate children of a more powerful demon’s mistress, the twins and their mother were kept together in their home. Their mother raised them to the best of her ability. She was kind and attentive, but also stern and authoritative when needed. She taught them many things from personal skills to reading to morality. They loved her. However, her heart only remained with her children, not the man who confined them for his own selfish gain and so she sought love elsewhere. When the General (the twins biological father and head of the city they reside in) caught wind of her affair with another in his household, he had the both of them killed and disposed of.

He told the twins that she had escaped. It was only as they got older that they learned the truth. The twins mourned the loss of their mother and the distaste they had for the General grew to a pure hatred over the years. A defiance.

Living in such close quarters for so many years, the twins were always very close. They were never apart. They shared the same room and bed, clothes and toys. Even as they grew older, such things never changed. Their interests shifted from shared toys to shared books and soon their personal interests and aspirations began to develop.

However, one such wish remained the same – their thirst for freedom; to no longer have to catch glimpses of the city through open windows.

Such a feat became more feasible when the youngest, Sora, stumbled across a small, dusty library when exploring the castle in his kitten form. He’d had to squeeze through some broken stone near the edge of the boarded up door but soon came across their salvation. The entire library was filled with dusty old tales and pictures of many other realms but after showing it to the Eldest, Nora, they grew particularly fascinated with one realm in particular.

Earth. A curious place from the words they read together, filled with wonders they’d never known and longed to experience.

So they devised a plan of action to escape.

Their escape was successful; the house remained unaware of their departure until it was too late. They made their way through a portal to the realm of Earth; first the Eldest, and then the Youngest.

However, when the Eldest emerged to Earth first, she found that the flow of time was quite different from their Alo. The Youngest did not emerge immediately. As such, she transformed into her kitten form and remained beside the portal for a full year’s time before the Youngest was finally through and able to join her.


During that one year’s time, the Eldest was able to witness all of the seasons that Earth had to offer – the good and the bad of each – and grew a large fondness to the plant life that kept her company while she waited. A love for nature that never wavered.

But for the Youngest, no time had passed since he’d stepped into the portal mere seconds after his sister. So when he arrived, she already had many things to tell him and show him as the seasons began to change and pass.

They have travelled all over, exploring and learning many things from cultures to histories to languages. They have lived mainly in their human forms to blend into Earth but neither were ever conservative about exploring in their kitten forms. However, they keep their half form (human but with kitty ears and a tail) exclusive to when they’re alone together after an incident happened where they were chased from a village for being cursed.

They are immortal beings in age alone; they cannot grow old or become sick but they remain as vulnerable as any human and can be killed by anything they can. As such, they survived by being cautious but their personal growth stopped when they crossed through the portal. As such, they are both fixed in a kitten state (never to reach an adult cat form) and their human forms are set to look around the age of 19 – and so this is the age they generally keep when they move to different towns. They have found that humans grow weary and suspicious of them when they reside in one place for too long and so have developed a wanderlust over the several hundred years they’ve been exploring this realm.

However, since their first year of separation, never have they parted each others side. Never again would the Eldest have to endure the weight of that loneliness – and never would the Youngest let her.

FIN ★ ☆ ★ Constructive critique always welcome!