These Tangled Strings [Part 1]

arrafrost:

arrafrost:

This is a work of fiction based on Torakodragon’s Tied in Red universe. Because no matter what she does I’m apparently her slave that writes based on her beautiful art. I will never escape this madness.

I was the kind of teenager who kept a Red Week book. Sure there was also the wedding book but my main focus was my dream Red Week. It wasn’t so much imagining and planning what my fated partner would look like - other people did that. Not me. There was no point in dreaming up your ideal lover when you had no say in the matter about appearances or personality, which some kids were awfully bitter about. Therefore, I focused my planning on events and other ways to fill up Red Week.

It had scraps of fabric for outfits I’d want to be wearing for Red Week, restaurant menus and takeout places where we could eat, cut outs for hotels we might want to stay in if we didn’t want to go to the other’s apartment or, worst case scenario, our parents’ house. Not to mention movie reviews of all my favorite movies that I’d want to share with my fated person.

There were also rules. I refused to kiss before Red Week was over. Had to be right at the end. No kissing to break the string, none of that. I wanted my Red Week, even if things didn’t turn out to be fate with this person. That’s what I feared most about the string tugging on my finger where other people hoped for it. Not to be a match, despite what fate says. Because sometimes fate gets things wrong and people don’t end up staying together.

I wanted the fairy tale.

What I got was Winifred Howell.

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