T 0 X 1 C --> Here Comes The Anxiety: First Sight
Here's the next part so far~
There's some notes before the actual writing and below the cut, so yeah.
Enjoy!~
Okay, so, just a heads up things aren't in order in my lil' story. This part actually takes place twenty-or-so years before the first part.
And I forgot to mention that the cut phrases, titles, etc. etc. are from songs and I forgot to list them so here we are:
It goes SONG TITLE - ARTIST : extra note / relevence to LOEC
Toxic - Britney Spears : it'd be a spoiler if I told you <3
Handlebars - Flobots : a Drazah character song (**hinthinthint- this song will come up later ;D -winkuwinku-)
Because I'm Awesome - The Dollyrots : another Drazah song
Here Comes the Anxiety - The Wombats : Nixot song
ANYWAYS HERE YOU ARE
THE DAPHNE TIMES:
THE OIB FAMILY has announced that second born, Togre Oib, is the next in line to inherit the thrown as opposed to Saipelcesa, the couple’s first born. “I never really wanted to be queen,” says the eighteen year old, “I know that Togre will do a better job than I ever could.” The lone Ylim princess is happy for her younger brother.
ON THE TOPIC of the Oib family, youngest son, Nixot, will be turning sixteen in two weeks. The royal family will be holding a gathering at the castle. If anyone is interested in going the party is open to all Ylimic people, so join us! The entire Daphne staff will be there to wish Nixot a happy birthday!
“Aaaw, bruder,” she rolled up the newspaper and smacked her youngest sibling on the nose as he leaned over to her plate, “Are you excited to be sixteen? And back off my toast.”
Nixot rubbed his nose, “But it’s my birthday.”
Saipelcesa turned away from him, slightly smirking, “Not for two wee-“
“One week and five days.” He said matter-of-factly. Nixot began to tidy up the table when he spilled Togre’s glass of juice.
Sai rolled her eyes. “I’ll get the towel.”
“I’m so sor-“
“Nixot,” Togre smiled sincerely like this was a regular thing and Nixot was being idiotic for apologizing. He was. “It’s fine.”
The eldest child came back with a small towel and threw it at Nixot. She sat back down as he cleaned up his mess, “So, what are you two doing today?”
“We’re-Oh thanks, Nix,” Togre said when his brother took his plate; “We’re going to a social event.”
Sai crossed her eyes and retained a monotone, “How exciting.”
Nixot returned and Togre looked to him. “Ready?”
The youngest looked puzzled. “Ready? Ready for what?”
The princess laughed as she walked out.
“For the social event, Idiot.”
--
“We are going to be late.”
Togre tried to make his brother hurry up, but, frankly, it was impossible.
Nixot trailed behind. “Why’d we have to walk?” he huffed.
“Because Mom and Dad said to,” the older brother smirked back at his brother, “That and Sai says your fat.”
“I am n-“
Suddenly, a white Vespa whizzed past the royal duo. Nixot seemed to see it in slow motion; the driver had long brown hair and the sun reflected against thick goggles that covered a pair of rectangle glasses.
She passed in an instant, but Nixot knew.
“Togre!” He ran to catch up to his brother, looking back to the road every so often, “Did you see her?!”
Togre gave him a look. “See who?”
Nixot stared at the road, like she would ride back, “That girl. The most beautiful girl to have ever walked the planet.” He turned the older prince, “Togre, I’m going to marry her.”
He rolled his eyes, dragging his younger brother to the building. “Come on, Romeo.”
---
Long story short the event was fine; Togre had his picture taken, shook hands, kissed babies, etc. etc.
Then Nixot, in his love-dazed state, was mistaken for drunk when he fell into the punch bowl and Togre suggested they go home.
---
“She’s so beautiful~”
Saipelcesa entered the room; she removed the bag slung around her and tossed it at her youngest brother. “What are you going on about?”
Nixot threw the bag off as Togre answered, “He’s absolutely smitten with the most beautiful girl in the world!”
The eldest royal flipped her hair dramatically, “I’m sorry Nix, but I’m your sister and it would be frightfully taboo so we cannot be!”
His eyebrows knit in frustration as the other continued to make joking jabs at him. “Guys, I’m sixteen! Don’t treat me like I’m-“
“You’re fifteen,” Sai interrupted. She pushed his face down into the couch, “And an idiot.”
Togre moved in next to Nixot as she walked away. “Don’t listen to her. She just doesn’t understand the love you share with…” He trailed off into a smirk.
Nixot pushed his brother off the couch, annoyed, “Shut up. And I’ll be sixteen in a week and a half.” The youngest crossed his legs and arms in a childish pout.
Sai had left, but Togre remained on the floor. He ruffled Nixot’s hair meaningfully, “Okay, in all seriousness, I love that you believe in love; I was starting to believe you were a cynic.” Togre pulled him down to his level, “But how are you going to figure out who she is?”
Staring at the floor, he thought. His gaze shot up suddenly, “My birthday’s coming up.”
Togre rolled his eyes lovingly as a slow, dorky grin spread across Nixot’s face. “I knew that Grimm’s book of fairytales was a bad idea.”
There's some notes before the actual writing and below the cut, so yeah.
Enjoy!~
Okay, so, just a heads up things aren't in order in my lil' story. This part actually takes place twenty-or-so years before the first part.
And I forgot to mention that the cut phrases, titles, etc. etc. are from songs and I forgot to list them so here we are:
It goes SONG TITLE - ARTIST : extra note / relevence to LOEC
Toxic - Britney Spears : it'd be a spoiler if I told you <3
Handlebars - Flobots : a Drazah character song (**hinthinthint- this song will come up later ;D -winkuwinku-)
Because I'm Awesome - The Dollyrots : another Drazah song
Here Comes the Anxiety - The Wombats : Nixot song
ANYWAYS HERE YOU ARE
THE DAPHNE TIMES:
THE OIB FAMILY has announced that second born, Togre Oib, is the next in line to inherit the thrown as opposed to Saipelcesa, the couple’s first born. “I never really wanted to be queen,” says the eighteen year old, “I know that Togre will do a better job than I ever could.” The lone Ylim princess is happy for her younger brother.
ON THE TOPIC of the Oib family, youngest son, Nixot, will be turning sixteen in two weeks. The royal family will be holding a gathering at the castle. If anyone is interested in going the party is open to all Ylimic people, so join us! The entire Daphne staff will be there to wish Nixot a happy birthday!
“Aaaw, bruder,” she rolled up the newspaper and smacked her youngest sibling on the nose as he leaned over to her plate, “Are you excited to be sixteen? And back off my toast.”
Nixot rubbed his nose, “But it’s my birthday.”
Saipelcesa turned away from him, slightly smirking, “Not for two wee-“
“One week and five days.” He said matter-of-factly. Nixot began to tidy up the table when he spilled Togre’s glass of juice.
Sai rolled her eyes. “I’ll get the towel.”
“I’m so sor-“
“Nixot,” Togre smiled sincerely like this was a regular thing and Nixot was being idiotic for apologizing. He was. “It’s fine.”
The eldest child came back with a small towel and threw it at Nixot. She sat back down as he cleaned up his mess, “So, what are you two doing today?”
“We’re-Oh thanks, Nix,” Togre said when his brother took his plate; “We’re going to a social event.”
Sai crossed her eyes and retained a monotone, “How exciting.”
Nixot returned and Togre looked to him. “Ready?”
The youngest looked puzzled. “Ready? Ready for what?”
The princess laughed as she walked out.
“For the social event, Idiot.”
--
“We are going to be late.”
Togre tried to make his brother hurry up, but, frankly, it was impossible.
Nixot trailed behind. “Why’d we have to walk?” he huffed.
“Because Mom and Dad said to,” the older brother smirked back at his brother, “That and Sai says your fat.”
“I am n-“
Suddenly, a white Vespa whizzed past the royal duo. Nixot seemed to see it in slow motion; the driver had long brown hair and the sun reflected against thick goggles that covered a pair of rectangle glasses.
She passed in an instant, but Nixot knew.
“Togre!” He ran to catch up to his brother, looking back to the road every so often, “Did you see her?!”
Togre gave him a look. “See who?”
Nixot stared at the road, like she would ride back, “That girl. The most beautiful girl to have ever walked the planet.” He turned the older prince, “Togre, I’m going to marry her.”
He rolled his eyes, dragging his younger brother to the building. “Come on, Romeo.”
---
Long story short the event was fine; Togre had his picture taken, shook hands, kissed babies, etc. etc.
Then Nixot, in his love-dazed state, was mistaken for drunk when he fell into the punch bowl and Togre suggested they go home.
---
“She’s so beautiful~”
Saipelcesa entered the room; she removed the bag slung around her and tossed it at her youngest brother. “What are you going on about?”
Nixot threw the bag off as Togre answered, “He’s absolutely smitten with the most beautiful girl in the world!”
The eldest royal flipped her hair dramatically, “I’m sorry Nix, but I’m your sister and it would be frightfully taboo so we cannot be!”
His eyebrows knit in frustration as the other continued to make joking jabs at him. “Guys, I’m sixteen! Don’t treat me like I’m-“
“You’re fifteen,” Sai interrupted. She pushed his face down into the couch, “And an idiot.”
Togre moved in next to Nixot as she walked away. “Don’t listen to her. She just doesn’t understand the love you share with…” He trailed off into a smirk.
Nixot pushed his brother off the couch, annoyed, “Shut up. And I’ll be sixteen in a week and a half.” The youngest crossed his legs and arms in a childish pout.
Sai had left, but Togre remained on the floor. He ruffled Nixot’s hair meaningfully, “Okay, in all seriousness, I love that you believe in love; I was starting to believe you were a cynic.” Togre pulled him down to his level, “But how are you going to figure out who she is?”
Staring at the floor, he thought. His gaze shot up suddenly, “My birthday’s coming up.”
Togre rolled his eyes lovingly as a slow, dorky grin spread across Nixot’s face. “I knew that Grimm’s book of fairytales was a bad idea.”