The Red Thread (or String) of Fate is an East Asian legend that states that two people who are destined to be soulmates are tied together by an invisible red string. The thread can tangle and stretch, but it will never break and will eventually lead...
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"The red thread is a symbol of the invisible ties that bind us to the ones we love, guiding us to our true destinies." -Red Thread Theories
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"Happy birthday, Lord Damian! Sweet sixteenths!" Ewen and Emile said in unison, their hands behind their backs, hiding a neatly and elegantly wrapped gift, as they wished one of the most popular student in their school, Damian Desmond.
Damian is a tall, young, mature boy with dark brown hair, his bangs slightly covering his beautiful eyes, a beautiful shade of hazelnut gold, and light skin. Similar to his mother, Damian's eyes are narrowed and slightly drooping, with visibly long lower eyelashes and short, thin eyebrows above them. His hair periodically has a greenish tinge. He has grown more handsome over the years, so handsome that eventhe Anya Forger could no longer say that he was a snot faced boy. Well, everyone except a certain Blackbell, that is. He had become an imperial scholar back when he was in 7th grade, and now, he was in 11th. Today was this very boy's birthday, and his friends were the first to wish him in the day.
"Thank you so much, Emile, Ewen." He says, his expression neutral, but a slight flash of a smile was visible, be it for even a split second, on his face. Ewen and Emile smiled brightly, as they shared a brief glance, and then brought out their presents.
"Happy birthday, Dami~" A sweet voice spoke out.
"Ah. Miss Vane. Thank you." Damian said, with the slightest hint of a very forced smile, going unnoticed by all. "And...I would prefer Damian over the nickname, if you don't mind, though." he added.
"Aww why so formal? Fine, I'll go with calling you 'Damian'. Oh, and 'Miss Vane' is just too formal. Chrisha will be better." The young blonde said, playing with her long blonde hair.
Chrisha Vane. A worldwide famous Ostanian actress, who had won several awards for her excellent acting, despite her young years, being merely 15, expecting her birthday in a few weeks. She had long straight blonde hair, red eyes as a blooming beautiful rose. Her hair was kept in place with an emerald green hairband, and she had the longest obsession and biggest crush on Damian, for the fact that she had known him ever since her 4th birthday, during her luxurious birthday ball. She had been trying to get him for years, did outstanding performances and starred her career, became the third imperial scholar of her year, after Damian and a pinkette named Anya Forger, tried to enhance her already beautiful face, and did so many more things. But still, she was not able to catch his eye.
"I would like to remain formal with me addressing you, Miss Vane." He replied nonchalantly.
"WHAT!? WHY!? WE HAVE KNOWN EACH OTHER FOR LIKE, 12 YEARS!!!"
"So?"
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, SO!?"
"You want me to address you informally? As 'Chrisha'?"
"WELL, YEAH?"
"I am not exactly comfortable on tis prospect, Miss Vane."
"BUT-"
"The bell will ring soon. You should go to your classroom. See you later, Miss Vane." Damian said, and went off to his own classroom, the other two boys following him. "Great way to start a birthday. Great. Absolutely great." Damian mumbled under his voice, sarcasm lacing it.
"I know right, Lor- I mean, Damian. Vane can be quite...disturbing with her obsession over you, Damian. It is quite...annoying. No offence, though." Emile replied, the slightest of the slightest blush tinting his cheeks. Damian just smiled slightly and nodded. He knew, that despite his unwavering support on the outside, he very well knew that the guy had fallen for Chrisha's charms.
"Umm...Syon boy...I WISH YOU A VERY, VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!! SWEET SIXTEENTHS!!!" A certain short pink haired girl said, her deep green emerald eyes shining with genuine happiness, happiness he had seen in no one's eyes that were actually meant for him, well, except from Emile and Ewen. In her hand, there was a medium sized box, wrapped elegantly in hazelnut gold wrapping paper, that was just a deeper shade of his eyes, a messy emerald green bow on top, and an absolutely magnificent card.
It was on yellow paper, written in a playful yet readable and beautiful font, the following words written on it:
"Hey Desmond!
Happy Birthday, Syon boy! I wish you sweet a sixteenths! It's not everyday you turn sixteen, so celebrate it to the fullest! I hope you like the gift inside!
PS: You have grown a bit too tall...you better get short soon!
Love, (or hate, I don't know), Anya."
...and a realistic drawing of Damian on it.
"Uh...thanks, stubby? And your head is just as short as you! How can I even get shorter, you stubby legged dumb short idiot!?" Damian said, while being the signature tomato he is. The "Love, Anya." part had got him. (He had probably forgotten the "hate" part, but no one actually cares.)
Anya Forger. She has shoulder-length, light pink hair that curls inwards with a fringe that reaches just above her eyes and a small strand of ahoge at the top of her head. Anya is noticeably shorter than most of her peers, and many of the insults that Damian and his friends direct at her target her small size. She has deep, emerald green eyes, and fair skin. She is the second among her peers to become an imperial scholar, 6 months after Damian. Damian has an undeniably a huge crush on her, and even Ewen and Emile were shipping them, Becky Blackbell trying to make their ship sail since grade 1. She was also an esper, a telepath who could read minds, but was still as oblivious as ever.
"Uh...Second son...even your brain is small...My thoughts have got nothing to do with my head! They are with my brain!!!" Anya retorted back. That got Damian fuming.
"Yea!!! Go Anya!!!" Becky cheered from the sidelines, Ewen and Emile standing a little beside her, confusion painted on their faces. Damian and Anya started bickering. Seeing no way out, and also the fact that there were 4 minutes left until the bell rang, sighed and picked up Anya's bag, taking out her bag of peanuts. "Forgive me, Anya..." the thought crossed her head, but failed to go unnoticed by the pink haired telepath "Huh? What is Becky going to do?" She thought, but did not tear her stare from Damian.
"Uhh...Anyaa!!! I have your peanuts!!!" Becky shouted and began to run towards their first class. Face white in horror at the mere thought of losing her precious peanuts, she ran behind Becky. "Give me back my peanuts!!!" she shouted, as she ran off.
