Dimples are Dangerous
KYRA
I skim the halls,finding more students wandering about. Most gawk with curiosity, lingering at the plump of my thighs, showing between my skirt and stockings. Males lick their lips, contesting the true nature of their thoughts. Females scowl, conjuring more rumors. Like I had any say in the size of my uniform.
I’m just grateful it fits and somehow ended up in my closet.
With an infamous eye roll, I retrieve my phone, searching for my next lecture and taking a quick peek at the time.Still early.Marcel ended well before what is on my schedule, allowing me more time to become lost in this insanely large Academy. Though I’d prefer studying combat tactics inhisclass, it’s out of my control.
‘Basic Spells and Incantations’ is where I’m headed now. No specification on who my professor…or non-professor is. I take notice it’s the same for my lessons after that.I can always hack into their system and find out.
“You’re in my way, Satyr’s Cock,” a voice booms over the chatter from a fay with ice-blond hair. Bewildered, I peer at the source, witnessing a small gathering with their phones out, then I research who this ‘Satyr Cock’ is.
Ohhhh.I snort at what I find. A half man, half goat, woodland creature, known for having an erect penis and being in the God of Pleasure, Dionysus’s company. A title, now belonging to his cousin, the Goddess Hedone. I smirk, preferring my pleasure entity to be a woman.
“Are you mad that your girlfay prefers this magic cock?” The other fay with burgundy hair taunts, rotating his hips. An uncontrollable laugh erupts from me, and I hide behind my hand. He must know rock guy. “How about we make this a challenge? I can use another rise in the ranks. Winner keeps your girl as a thrust buddy.”
A what now?I traverse the crowd, not missing the blessing of another show of magic, and find six students huddled amongst the masses. Based on their chest emblems, I easily recognize they are from opposing Houses.Thank you, Angie, for our countless study sessions.
The ice-blond fay stands with House Fire. Their emblem is a greatsword engulfed by a blood red flame. Opposite is the fay with burgundy hair, known as Satyr’s Cock, standing with House Earth. Their emblem is a slash of liquid surrounding an elegant sword, pierced into a green boulder. It is also largely printed on the backs of their gym jackets.
“This will be an interesting match,” a fay beside me whispers.
I twitch at the sudden invasion. “What?” I peer in his direction but angle my head up to catch the side of his face. He has the biggest smile lifting his cheeks. Dimples as deep as canyons grace his perfectly blended, butterscotch complexion. Ravishing…Unforgettable…Nice-looking. It’s clear he is attractive. Perhaps I should ru…
“Those two.” He points, removing my focus and placing it back on the match. Despite his smile now etched in my memory, I exhale from my ovaries excited tingle.Nope, we’re here for one thing before going home, and it’s not him.“They’ve become rivals since Chris, from House Fire, left House Earth last year.”
“I didn’t know that was possible.” My peripherals catch his head turning towards me.
“Typically, no. Once your House is determined, you can’t switch.However…” He smiles, and my side vision works overtime, capturing his features. “Since Chris’s magical properties are from both orders, one eventually outshined the other.”
“But doesn’t the Awakening place you where your magic fits best? Especially if you wield multiples.”Like I know how all this works. I didn’t even make it through my own Awakening.
“Listen to you being technical,” his pitch lowers, and a sensational pat on my back warms my shoulder. Like he is saying, ‘good job,’ and I smile warmly. “But yes, you’re right. Think of him as a late bloomer. His magic didn’t fully manifest until the end of last year, so under those circumstances, he switched Houses, pissing off David.”
“Who’s that again?” I ask, scanning over the two facing one another. Dimples points at the guy with burgundy hair, and I nod, preferring to name him ‘Asshole’ for sleeping with Chris’s girlfriend. But then again, she allowed it, so, whatever. “Honestly, I don’t blame him for switching Houses. Probably for the best.”
“I suppose.” He returns a chuckle of his own, releasing a sonance that rotates my head and delivers a wave of heat flowing over my thighs. Never have I heard someone laugh that sounds like singing. More so, he seems lighthearted and unserious compared to everyone else.
Dimples averts his gaze. Those glistening honey-russet hues stare sharply at the two fays preparing to fight. He notices mine haven’t detached from racking over his features and points. “You don’t want to miss this.”Shut up. Stop being cute.
More students approach, and I’m back to spectating. Energy wafts over us, and I squint against the oncoming blow, taking note how everyone else’s magic comes with a burst of power, while mine is dull.
David flicks his wrist, materializing a large sphere of dirt over his palms, etching it into a battle ax of great proportions. The blade is a light blue ice, glistening with the above light. I crack a smile at the beautiful use of Earth magic.
“Say the words, David, and let’s make it official,” Chris orders, summoninghis own power. I couldn’t help but think if this is the same ‘Chris’ Angie told me about. The genie.
Clouds of mist pool inside his palms, stretching until an elegant, mid-range sword takes shape, retaining its misty substance.Nope, I don’t think genies use weapons, but what the hell do I know. I just found out they are real beings.
David shouts, “Official Rank Challenge!” Those gathered become excited, applauding and bellowing cheers. Dimples gently pulls me back by the shoulders as a barrier spawns between the two in combat, ushering those away that were too close, leaving our fighters trapped inside.
“Uhh…thank you.” I can’t help but notice one hand is still on my shoulder.
Removing it, he grins. “Didn’t want you getting hit with that.” He flashes the reason behind his nickname. Before I can utter another word, a female’s mechanical voice takes command over the hall.
“An Official Rank Challenge has been implemented. The rules are clear. David, ranked three thousand and twenty-two, and Chris, ranked three thousand and seventeen, will fight until one submits or is unable to continue. Killing is prohibited, and therefore, will not be tolerated. The new ranking will be announced once the victor is decided.” I look out in confusion, wondering where the hell the voice comes from.
Like in Marcel’s class, a red number counts down from five to a green zero then explodes into glitter. Flashes of fire burst out of Chris, covering his entire weapon, and lengthening his misty sword’s blade. Spectators whoop, making it known whose House they’re rooting for.
