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.

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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.

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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!