FELICE - LESBIAN - SINGLE
BREEDINGS ARE A MAYBE
BREEDINGS ARE A MAYBE
felice, the unlucky
[Felice WIP]
- nerdy lesbian
- loves cuddling and flowers
- writer
- trapped in a time loop within the last few hours of her life
- nerdy lesbian
- loves cuddling and flowers
- writer
- trapped in a time loop within the last few hours of her life
Story
It was a quite nice day outsite, at the end of April. The sun was just setting down and Felice had been working in her garden whole the whole day; except for some rest here and there, when she would have a tiny bite to eat, drink some tea or read a few pages of her new favourite book.
However, sunset was only when it would begin. She had been waiting all week long, but with her two jobs as a florist and a pharmacist, she had to wait until the weekend to be completely free. And now it was time. She had just finished packing all her things: a basket full of food that she made herself, including some delicious apple-honey pie, and self-made lemonade. An old-fashioned latern - to provide light, as soon as it was about to get dark - and her tent. She also packed a backpack with her diary and a few empty jars. And then she headed towards the woods.
On her way to her favourite spot, the fireflies were accompaning her, drawn towards her by what made herself similar to these little creatures: her tail. Just as fireflies had a glowing tail, Felice had too. And currently, it was the only thing illuminating the nightly forest, as the thick branches did not let the moon through. A chilly wind rustled through the leaves and she could hear something howling - but whatever it was, it only made her even more excited. She loved nothing more than the thrill of the forest by night, because at night it was, when the creatures, that she was after, would come out.
Now that it became almost pitch-black, and even her tail was not quite enough anymore, she lit the lantern and put it down on a rock. She had reached her favourite spot - a clearing, located right in the middle of the deep forest. What was interesting, however, that there was still no moonlight. There should be, it had been a beautiful and clear day, but the clearing was just as pitch dark as the forest had been. Felice, however, didn't mind. It was not her first time being here.
After she had put up her tent, she sat infront of it and took out her diary. And she waited, almost holding her breath in excitement. Only with the help of the light of the lantern, she wrote:
"Dear Diary,
It had been four years ago, that I first came here. I have found many things, but not yet that, what I have been searching for. Maybe today I will."
Yes, maybe today she would. She sighed, but kept the smile on her face. Her hobby was not something for someone impatient and she was determinded, that she would soon succeed. She knew by heart, that something was not quite right in this forest, and she had been trying to figure out for the past four years. First, it had been nothing but a mere spark of interest; she had always been a curious gal, looking for the special and the unknown - strange things, just like her. She was not quite ordinary either, being a fae; but still, this didn't mean much more than having some magic powers and a green thumb. No, what she was after was promising to be something bigger. Something more powerful and perhaps even dangerous. Because what else could explain the absense of the moon and the stars, even during a supposedly beautiful and clear night? But she wasn't afraid, just excited.
And while hour by hour passed, her tail flickered in the slight breeze and bugs got drawn by her light - nothing else seemed to happen. Here at the clearing it was strangely quiet. Even though the wind was blowing, Felice was unable to hear any rustling in the leaves. Even though she could see the bugs flying and crawling around her, none of them were making any sounds. And even though she knew, that this forest was full of life and even though she had heard howling when she had gotten here, it was quiet. Way to quiet. Still. There was a complete absense of noise, except for Felice' breaths and her beating heart.
But then - something. She could not place the sound, but she was sure, that she had heard something. A whisper, perhaps. She closed her eyes and listened close. Here, again. It was indeed a whisper, a soft call of a name, that did sound quite familiar to her ears... because it was her own.
Felice.
She felt a shiver running down her spine. Finally. After four years of sitting here, every spring, every night. Sitting, waiting, searching for clues. Finally, she would find what she had been looking for. Or would she?
Felice.
The whisper grew louder. Slowly, her paws shaking, she took the lantern from the rock and with it illuminated the clearing. But there was nothing to be seen but trees, rocks and grass. "Hello?" She called out. "Who is there?"
And then she turned around.
- - - - -
With a smile on her face, Felice put down her pen in order to reach out for her glass of lemonade and take a sip. It had been gotten dark, but the lantern, her tail and the fireflies in the jars around here, were all the light she needed. She took a deep breath, sighing, smiling. Nothing she liked doing more than sitting down here and to write. Once again, the hours had just flewn by and it had gotten dark. She decided to finish her story tomorrow, so she closed her notebook and made herself ready to crawl into her tent. Then, suddenly, she heard a whisper:
Felice.
However, sunset was only when it would begin. She had been waiting all week long, but with her two jobs as a florist and a pharmacist, she had to wait until the weekend to be completely free. And now it was time. She had just finished packing all her things: a basket full of food that she made herself, including some delicious apple-honey pie, and self-made lemonade. An old-fashioned latern - to provide light, as soon as it was about to get dark - and her tent. She also packed a backpack with her diary and a few empty jars. And then she headed towards the woods.
On her way to her favourite spot, the fireflies were accompaning her, drawn towards her by what made herself similar to these little creatures: her tail. Just as fireflies had a glowing tail, Felice had too. And currently, it was the only thing illuminating the nightly forest, as the thick branches did not let the moon through. A chilly wind rustled through the leaves and she could hear something howling - but whatever it was, it only made her even more excited. She loved nothing more than the thrill of the forest by night, because at night it was, when the creatures, that she was after, would come out.
Now that it became almost pitch-black, and even her tail was not quite enough anymore, she lit the lantern and put it down on a rock. She had reached her favourite spot - a clearing, located right in the middle of the deep forest. What was interesting, however, that there was still no moonlight. There should be, it had been a beautiful and clear day, but the clearing was just as pitch dark as the forest had been. Felice, however, didn't mind. It was not her first time being here.
After she had put up her tent, she sat infront of it and took out her diary. And she waited, almost holding her breath in excitement. Only with the help of the light of the lantern, she wrote:
"Dear Diary,
It had been four years ago, that I first came here. I have found many things, but not yet that, what I have been searching for. Maybe today I will."
Yes, maybe today she would. She sighed, but kept the smile on her face. Her hobby was not something for someone impatient and she was determinded, that she would soon succeed. She knew by heart, that something was not quite right in this forest, and she had been trying to figure out for the past four years. First, it had been nothing but a mere spark of interest; she had always been a curious gal, looking for the special and the unknown - strange things, just like her. She was not quite ordinary either, being a fae; but still, this didn't mean much more than having some magic powers and a green thumb. No, what she was after was promising to be something bigger. Something more powerful and perhaps even dangerous. Because what else could explain the absense of the moon and the stars, even during a supposedly beautiful and clear night? But she wasn't afraid, just excited.
And while hour by hour passed, her tail flickered in the slight breeze and bugs got drawn by her light - nothing else seemed to happen. Here at the clearing it was strangely quiet. Even though the wind was blowing, Felice was unable to hear any rustling in the leaves. Even though she could see the bugs flying and crawling around her, none of them were making any sounds. And even though she knew, that this forest was full of life and even though she had heard howling when she had gotten here, it was quiet. Way to quiet. Still. There was a complete absense of noise, except for Felice' breaths and her beating heart.
But then - something. She could not place the sound, but she was sure, that she had heard something. A whisper, perhaps. She closed her eyes and listened close. Here, again. It was indeed a whisper, a soft call of a name, that did sound quite familiar to her ears... because it was her own.
Felice.
She felt a shiver running down her spine. Finally. After four years of sitting here, every spring, every night. Sitting, waiting, searching for clues. Finally, she would find what she had been looking for. Or would she?
Felice.
The whisper grew louder. Slowly, her paws shaking, she took the lantern from the rock and with it illuminated the clearing. But there was nothing to be seen but trees, rocks and grass. "Hello?" She called out. "Who is there?"
And then she turned around.
- - - - -
With a smile on her face, Felice put down her pen in order to reach out for her glass of lemonade and take a sip. It had been gotten dark, but the lantern, her tail and the fireflies in the jars around here, were all the light she needed. She took a deep breath, sighing, smiling. Nothing she liked doing more than sitting down here and to write. Once again, the hours had just flewn by and it had gotten dark. She decided to finish her story tomorrow, so she closed her notebook and made herself ready to crawl into her tent. Then, suddenly, she heard a whisper:
Felice.