But I’ll post the first 1000 or so words here so you can get a feel for it. Alright. let’s go.
pulls his dark cloak further around his body, trying to disguise the fine
clothes he wears underneath. Everything in his closet would have given him
away, but luckily he had found this old, threadbare cloak whilst skulking
around the guard’s quarters. He hopes it’s not a treasured family heirloom of
some sort, because if this experience goes well…. he just might not return it.
up the cloak’s hood and tightening the scarf around his face, Keith vaults over
the palace wall. It’s easy. Startlingly so. He lands with a soft thud in the
swampy area just on the other side of the wall. Wearing an an elated grin,
Keith tears off towards the market place. His boots touch mud for the first
in which a top prospect learns what it’s really like to be royalty
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a/n: i’m like just now realizing that my titles or descriptions like never have anything to do with the actual imagine, whoops. anon asked for fluff and i hope this works; it’s more cute than fluff but y’know. also ignore the fact that his sister most definitely does not have two kids that i made names up for
you awoke to the sound of your phone vibrating on the nightstand. groggily, you checked the time: six-thirty am. who could be calling you this early in the morning? you squinted as the light of your phone momentarily blinded your sleepy eyes.
This post is as much for me as it is for all of you. Break saps all motivation to practice, especially since so many people go back to their parents house and lose access to the practice rooms we take for granted. However, if your goal is to keep improving, then practicing during break is essential!
Give yourself a routine. Seriously, knowing that you’re going to wake up at 8 am and practice at 9 am or whenever is hugely helpful. Part of the reason I practice so much less than I do during the semester is because I don’t HAVE to squeeze practice in somewhere - I have so much free time, I can do it later! And then I never do it. Setting up a defined schedule makes the process much easier.
Get rid of obstacles to BEGINNING practice. Have a phone call to make? Do it now, or decide it’s going to Wait until After Practice. Dishes need doing? Ditto! Want to get through four more pages of Tumblr/one more episode/two more chapters of that book? Sorry, those aren’t productive procrastination, they Will Wait. If you have little things hanging over your head, either do them or practice. Saying you’ll practice ‘after I do that chore’ and then never doing the chore is Procrastination2. Don’t do that!
Have goals for when you go back to school. Do you want to wow your teacher with the polish on a piece? Have two new pieces decently learned? Improve your trill speed by 15 bpm? Know what you want, and practice it. Otherwise you’re just noodling around, not seeing Progress because you don’t have anything you’re aiming for. HOWEVER, do not beat yourself up if you don’t achieve them - by practicing you still made progress somewhere!
Think about your favorite pieces. I want to sing Carmen one day. I might be adding an aria from Carmen to my rep by learning it this semester. Choose a piece that makes your heart sing and try it!
Motivate yourself with little gifts. Give yourself a nice bath for every 5 hours of practice. A hot mug of apple cider for every one. A new movie for a complete run-through of the piece at x bpm. It helps! I just got a 40 pack of teabags, with each being a different flavor, and I’m gonna give myself one every time I practice.
Have fun with it - juries are as far away as they can be! Hey! This is about as low stress as practicing can be! Having goals but no real deadline should let you have fun with your instrument. Play that flute piece you enjoy on your tuba. Practice operatic technique with Ella Fitzgerald songs. Practice double-tonguing while beat-boxing. (I don’t know how either of those things work I’m sorry if that isn’t something you can do.) Don’t stress, try to remember why you play your instrument in the first place.
Remember that practicing does in fact help. This is related to what I said above - even if you don’t reach whatever goal you had in mind, practicing is helping you improve. You’re getting in part of your 10,000 hours. The more you pay attention to what you’re doing, the more useful it is for you in the long term, even if it doesn’t feel like it. You Are IMPROVING.
Practicing can be hard, and I know I’m going to struggle with it this break, but I believe in you all! Message me when you practice and maybe that will help everyone (especially meeee) to practice more!
The first thing Gray
Fullbuster realized upon waking up was that he was alone.
Of course, he was used to
being alone for the most part, but knew that when he went to bed last
night, he wasn’t alone. He was sharing the bed with someone last
night, but now that person was gone, leaving behind chilled blankets.
Still, he could tell that he
wasn’t truly alone. Strewn about the bedroom was the clothes his
bedmate wore the night before, along with a few other necessities, so
he knew that they were still somewhere in the apartment they shared.
With a yawn and a scratch of his head, Gray stepped out of the bed,
slipping on a pair of jeans he kept on the side, then walked out the
room and towards the kitchen.
He picked up the scent of
tea, as faint as it was. Light puffs of steam came from the kettle’s
spout, indicating it was freshly made. Not one for wanting tea in the
early morning, Gray yawned again and grabbed an apple from the fruit
basket that was set on the table. He looked into the living room, not
seeing any signs of his roommate, and his brow raised in confusion as
to where they could be.
As he raised the apple to
his lips to take a bite, Gray caught sight of a faint shadow on the
curtains of the big, sliding door window that led out to the balcony.
He walked towards it, sliding the curtains back and revealing the
figure on the other side.
“Oh! Good morning,
“Morning… you’re up
rather early today, Juvia.”
The blunette water mage
smiled, the twinges of sleepiness still in her eyes, “Juvia woke up
a bit early, and decided she wanted to see the sunrise today. She’s
sorry if she woke you up though.”
“You didn’t,” Gray said,
taking another bite of the fruit, “I was just confused when I woke
up and you weren’t there.”
“Juvia’s sorry. But
Gray-sama woke up just in time to watch the sunrise too,” she
commented, turning back towards the horizon.
Gray’s gaze lingered on her
for a few moments longer before he turned his eyes towards the
horizon as well. He thought back on the last year, since he confessed
his feelings towards the blunette and opened his heart and home to
her. He never expected to fall for her, but he also didn’t know when
it was that he realized he was as madly in love with her as she was
with him. Waking up every morning to her sweet face, being able to
train and eat with her every day, spending each night with her
wrapped up into his arms and being able to greet and end each day
with a kiss… it was more than Gray ever wished for in his life. His
eyes looked back over at Juvia, watching as she took another sip of
her tea, and he smiled at how her face was lit up in the colors of
the early morning.
His left hand went down to
his pocket, feeling the outline of a ring buried in the corner of it.
He had been giving the thought of proposing to Juvia a lot of thought
in the last few months, but nothing ever seemed right. He kept it in
his pocket at all times, waiting for the right moment to finally show
itself, to finally be able to ask the water mage to be his forever
more. Gray’s eyes gazed back over at the sun, then back at Juvia once
again. There was a sense of calm about him, and a thought telling him
that this moment may be the right time. In the illumination of a new
day, with the beauty of the dawn lighting them up, there was a
feeling of something perfect forming.
Juvia’s blue eyes turned
towards him, and she smiled as she noticed that he was looking at
her. “Gray-sama looks even more handsome in the morning sunshine,”
she complimented, “Juvia is glad that she could watch the sunrise
with you today. Isn’t it beautiful?”
“Sure is,” Gray
commented, but it wasn’t towards the act of nature, “Hey, Juvia?”
“I want to ask you
Juvia arched a brow, placing
her tea cup on the railing and turning completely towards her
beloved, “What is it?”
Gray sighed, putting the
apple down on the railing, wiping his fingers off on his pants of
what little juice was on them. One hand in his pocket, his fingers
wrapping around the ring, he took one of Juvia’s hands into the
whispered, her face beginning to heat up with a bit of blush.
“I know I hadn’t always
been the best man. I had my demons, and I used them to constantly
push you and others away because I didn’t want them to take any of
you away. You know the many times I thought if I just disappeared…
if I sacrificed myself, then not only would the demons leave me, they
wouldn’t haunt the ones I grew to care about,” Gray explained,
rubbing his thumb over Juvia’s knuckle.
The blunette nodded her
head, remembering those times she had witnessed and heard of, feeling
a pain in her chest growing in response. “Yes, Juvia remembers,”
she replied, “And she sacrificed herself for you too, Gray-sama.”
“I know you did,” he
acknowledged, “It was through that and the sacrifices of others
that helped to make me realize that my life was worth living, and by
hell or high water I was going to make sure I did live for them. But
especially for you. That day, when we both tried to kill ourselves
because we didn’t want to hurt each other, that made me realized
that, if I couldn’t live for myself, I needed to live for you. I
realized then how much I loved you, how much I needed you, and how
much I wanted to make sure I never saw you like that again.”
Gray began to kneel down,
and Juvia’s free hand went to her mouth as she gasped. “G-gray-sama,
what are you…?” she squealed out, her heart beginning to race and
her face turning the brightest shade of red.
“We’ve been through so
much together, and even though we’ve technically only been together
for the last year or so, I feel like I’ve been with you for my entire
life. Maybe because for a lot of the time, you clung to me like a
lost puppy,” Gray said with a bit of a chuckle, earning one in
response, “But even then, I know that I want to make sure that you
are with me for the rest of it. So… Juvia Lockser…”
He pulled out the ring – a
simple gold band with a small diamond embedded into it – and held
it out to Juvia. She began to cry at the sight of it, releasing
another gasp in revelation. “Will you marry me?” he asked at
Juvia’s eyes welled up with
tears, her lips were parted, and her heart felt like it was about to
pop out of her chest. Gray waited for her answer, growing
increasingly more nervous as the seconds ticked by without a
response. He began to doubt himself: maybe Juvia loved him, but
didn’t want to marry him. Now what can be done? What will happen to
“OF COURSE JUVIA WILL
That excited scream was more
than enough to put Gray at ease, and he smirked as he slid the ring
onto Juvia’s left ring finger, albeit with a bit of struggle due to
her excited movements. He stood up and attempted to grab her into a
hug, but found himself tackled and falling back towards the end of
the veranda. He quickly steadied them, making sure they didn’t
accidentally fall over, although he couldn’t say the same for the
apple and mug that fell instead, landing on the ground with a strong
“Whoa! Guessing you forgot
we weren’t necessarily on the ground,” Gray joked, his hands on
Juvia’s upper arms.
“I guess so. But Juvia is
just so happy! She’s going to be Gray-sama’s wife!” Juvia added,
her hands on Gray’s chest, “Juvia loves you, Gray-sama, so much.”
“I love you too, Juvia. So
very much,” he replied, smiling as they leaned in towards each
Their lips touched in the
sweetest of kisses, their arms moving to wrap around each other and
bringing themselves closer to each other. Gray could taste the salt
of Juvia’s tears, but knew it was from happiness. He had tasted those
tears before, mixed with her blood, and he knew he didn’t want to
ever had that touched his lips again. By gods, he would make sure of
The two parted, smiling at
each other as bright as can be, as they turned back towards the
horizon. The sun was up a little further, the colors of the land
becoming much more prominent than the dusky twilight sky. Gray felt a
wave of relief and happiness wash over him; he was used to being
alone, but he knew he never wanted to be alone ever again. He had his
nakama, his guild home, and now more importantly, a wife that will
always be by his side, for the good and the bad and everything in
between. He was at peace… at long last, he was at peace.
“We should go and clean up
the mess we made before people start to come out and start the day,”
Juvia commented, “And then make something for breakfast before we
head to the guild?”
“Yeah, we should. But I
think there’s something else I’d like to do before then,” Gray
remarked, a sly smirk on his face as he looked down at his fiancee.
“What’s that?” Juvia
asked, a bit of a squeak in her voice.
He chuckled and tilted
Juvia’s head slightly to align his lips up with her ear. He whispered
something into it, and Juvia’s face became as red as a ripened cherry
in response to his words.