Nicole: Playing with Fire

Edit: This is reallyyy long, sorry :}.

I've had this idea for a while now, but I keep getting even more ideas, so I think I'm going to start writing it(:! It's a prequel to Into the Darkness, and about Rimmie's grandmother. It's set before the 'Dark Ones' have taken over, sometime in the 1500/1600s. Something quick I have:

Florence Page and her family live in the village of Diluculum (it's probably a horrible name and only temporary, but crepuscular means dusk and diluculum means dusk), a peaceful community where everybody gets along with everybody. The only strange thing about the village is the castle. The rulers never come out unless it's urgent, and they all stay in during the day, only to invade the village at night to drink.

The town is rocked when her father, a friendly and renowned blacksmith, is found dead. Her mother has a complete breakdown when the kingdoms creepy doctor declares it a suicide. Florence refuses to accept that, and she has reason to believe that somebody in the castle has murdered her father. She's determined to get to the bottom of it, and knowing that there's no way that she would ever get into the castle as a woman and a peasant, she disguises herself as a boy, Lawrence.

When she sets off to become a page for a knight in the kingdom, Florence is completely oblivious to what she's about to discover...

Definitely got the idea of her dressing up as a boy from Twelfth Night, haha. If you're interested, I have an excerpt (it's very unedited):

Florence followed him further into the forest, and her heat beat rapidly within her chest. She rushed to reach him and willed her legs to go faster.
“You can’t run away from me forever, Vulcan.” She bellowed, and he came to an abrupt halt. He whipped around to face her and Florence’s heart swelled at the sight of him. He was beautiful, with his dark hair that swept to the side and his fierce scarlet eyes that could seduce any girl with just one glance.
“And why can’t I?” Vulcan trudged over to her, a heartless expression masking his face. He wrapped his hands around her fragile upper arms, and she let out a soft whimper as a searing pain boiled beneath her flesh. “This is what I am Florence, and if staying away from you is what it takes to keep you safe, then that is what I’ll do.”
He released her and ran his hand through his hair in exasperation. Florence’s eyes glassed over with tears, frustration stirring in her stomach. Why did everything have to be so hard, why couldn’t they just be together?
“Florence…” His voice was weak, and the intensity wreathing within his eyes weakened, replaced with sadness. “I want to touch you, you know that I do, but I–”
“No, touch me,” her voice was barely audible, and he instantly shook his head in stern refusal. “You can touch me.”
Vulcan hesitantly reached out and stroked her cheek. Heat prickled under Florence’s skin where his fingertips delicately brushed, and she closed her eyes. He had never been this close to her before, and with good reason. If he accidently applied too much pressure with his bare skin or lost control in any way, she would be dead. Though that thought didn’t frighten Florence like it should’ve, if anything, it made her more exhilarated to see how far they could stretch the boundaries.
He brought his other hand up linger close to her skin, and the heat radiating in his palm warmed her cheek. Florence let out a heavy exhale; this was definitely something she could get used to. Vulcan timidly lent in, and as his hot breath fanned her face. Her heart panged in her chest when his thin lips, mere inches from hers, curled into a bitter smirk.
“They say that you only want what you can’t have,” he murmured, and she could hear the hopeless yearning dripping from his voice.
Florence returned his smile, however hers was soft, loving. “But you can have me…” She closed the space between them with one step forward before he could utter a word. There were no words needed when she stood on the tips of her toes and sealed their lips in a kiss that they both had been desperate for.
A burning throbbed through her lips as they firmly pressed against Vulcan’s. However, the initial pain quickly dimmed, replaced with something that sung to Florence’s senses. Vulcan’s mouth moved against hers, and it felt as if a fire was consuming her – his fire. It was addicting, sweltering beneath her lips as her hands came up to clutch the edges of his waistcoat. His tongue traced her full bottom lip, the blaze absorbing her completely.
When they finally surfaced for air, he rested his forehead against hers. Their heavy breaths were in sync and everything seemed to stop for just a millisecond. They could be together in that instant.
Vulcan swiftly stepped away from her, seizing her wrists and tugging her hands from his coat. His touch scorched, nothing like the tender flames his kiss had. This was the smolder of his rage.
“Why do you always push me?” She flinched at his harsh words. “Are you attempting to make me feel, Florence?”
“No, I just… I wanted–”
“What did you want, to make me human? Because I’m not!” He turned and strode off, her heart sinking at the sight of him leaving her. She quickly set off behind him, determined to convince him to stay.
“Please, don’t go!” Vulcan had already descended further into the darkening forest, and she hurried to keep up with him.
Sweat rolled down Florence’s skin, and she ignored the harsh earth that dug into her bare feet. She ached for him to hold her in his arms and to experience that fire once more.
A whine of agony parted Florence’s lips when an elongated branch bit into her ankle; she instantly lost her balance and stumbled toward the ground. Dirt stained her mauve gown and hands as she attempted to scurry back to her feet.
Vulcan stopped, and glanced over his shoulder at her. His brow creased and an unexpected expression masked his face – pity. He pitied Florence because she actually believed they were meant for each other, when she only felt attracted to him because of what he was.
She once again tried to get up, but something was slithering along the fragile skin on her wrist. Florence looked down and found a vine curling up her arm, and around her ankles. Another cry escaped her as the rough vine cut into her flesh, holding her in place.
He turned away, refusing to look at the unfortunate sight. He kept walking and didn’t look back when he heard another wail echo through the empty woods. Hot tears slid down Florence’s face as she desperately hoped that he would return to her and untangle the mess. But he didn’t. Vulcan continued to saunter through the woods, ignoring her sobs of pain, and leaving Florence there to rot.
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(: I'm so excited about it. (If you didn't notice, the end was from a dream Rimmie had). Also: what do you think of the name Vulcan? A lot of people have told me not to use it because it's a planet on Starwars or something, but Vulcan is actually a fire god in Roman mythology.