Darkstalker and Clearsight

Darkstalker and Clearsight
Written by Night
== PART ONE ==
=== CLEARSIGHT ===
A young female NightWing ran her talon over a huge scroll, a jagged paper laid out over several long, wooden tables. She was muttering. "Ugh, why can't I keep track of this?"
Her father strode into the room, and said, "Clearsight, you're starting school tomorrow! You can't be up this late!"
Clearsight muttered something inaudible, then wearily stumbled over to the exit of the room. She spent most of her day in the library, writing down visions of the future. Mostly visions regarding him. The dragon she'd have to meet once she went to school -- this was the whole reason why she didn't want to go to school. The fate of Pyrrhia rested in her talons, partially depending on when she went to school. 
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Clearsight woke up, blinking drowsily. Her mother was standing over her bed. "Sweetie," she said sweetly, which irritated Clearsight. "You have to get up now. It's time for school."
Fighting the urge to curl up in bed and clamp her pillow over her ears, Clearsight stumbled out of bed and into the kitchen, her mother right behind her. "I cooked you squirrel," she said.
Clearsight nodded and sat down at the table.
== PART TWO ==
===CLEARSIGHT===
Clearsight raced down the hallway. This is getting a little ridiculous. Another party? There was one two days ago! she thought.
But, Darkstalker would be there. Clearsight had to admit she was excited about that. Listener was behind her, sprinting through the hallways. Though Clearsight wasn't a mind-reader, she could pretty much tell what Listener was thinking. She was definitely not going to move on from Thoughtful any time soon.
Clearsight exploded into a black room -- the same as all the others, because obviously the Queen felt very depressed or something like that -- and saw Darkstalker, Whiteout, and Thoughtful all sitting around a game board.
"Ugh, scales and squares," muttered Darkstalker.
"I thought you liked it," commented Clearsight.
Darkstalker shrugged. "I did, until I realized how bad I am compared to them." Darkstalker flicked his tail at Whiteout and Thoughtful.
Thoughtful adjusted his glasses while he stared intently at the board, as if to emphasize Darkstalker's point.
"Violet pieces always win," said Whiteout.
Darkstalker threw his talons up in the air and face-planted in a pillow.
Clearsight giggled and sprawled out on a cushion near him. "Ow!" she hissed as she sat down. "The Queen is this powerful and can't find a cushion softer than a rock?"
Darkstalker shrugged. "These are softer," he said, tossing her a couple from behind him.
"Thanks," she said.
She hadn't seen Darkstalker this happy since his mother had been taken by the IceWings. He seemed excited, almost cheerful, today.
He sat back again and moved his scale piece. Whiteout (seemingly without even thinking) moved her piece over one of Darkstalker's and took it off the board. "More purple and I'll win!" she said exuberently.
Darkstalker looked at her and shrugged.
She noticed he was wearing another neckleace. Another necklace.
"How many of those have you tried on in the last month?" she asked, nodding toward his neckleace.
He glanced down at the silver chain. "I don't know," he admitted. "I wanted to find one that suits me." He tossed back his head, grinning.
Listener whispered in her ear, "See? Weird, arrogant boyfriend."
Clearsight laughed and pushed her away.
Some of the amusement faded from his eyes. Not all of it -- Clearsight thought that would be impossible. "But seriously, he said, "does it look good?"
She shifted on the cushion, slightly uncomfortable. "It looks good," she said.
"Thanks," he responded. He turned to Whiteout and Thoughtful. "You two keep playing, I'll lose anyway if I keep going."
Whiteout and Thoughtful turned to each other and immediately started trying to decide how to split Darkstalker's pieces, taking greedy handfuls of them.
Darkstalker plopped down on the cushion beside Clearsight. He looked at her, and didn't seem to know what to say either. He took her talons in his and just sat there, watching his sister.
"I might need oranges to be successful in life," Whiteout was saying thoughtfully.
Thoughtful actually seemed to understand, and responded with something Clearsight couldn't catch.
Darkstalker turned to her. "So... about--" he was cut off as two SeaWings burst into the room.
"I'm here!" panted Fathom. Indigo was right behind him, eyeing Darkstalker with a suspicious glare.
Fathom walked up to them and sat down, Indigo behind him. "Where are Warf and Lionfish?" asked Darkstalker.
Fathom shrugged. "I figured I'd leave them to rest for once."
===DARKSTALKER===
Darkstalker glanced over at Clearsight and sighed. "The Queen's going to end the party soon," he said.
Clearsight looked disappointed.
Why can't I just stay here with-- oh no, he's-- DARKSTALKER!
He jumped out of her thoughts, smiling sheepishly when she turned to look at him.
Indigo was still edgy, Fathom... well, he was still depressed (and very un-fun about everything), Whiteout was still thinking about oranges and hadn't heard what he'd said, and Thoughtful didn't hear either.
Just then, Queen Vigilance bellowed from her throne, "The party is over!"
Darkstalker got up, his necklace swinging from side to side as he strutted toward the entrance. He hesitated, then turned to Clearsight. "Want to come to my house?" he asked her.
"Sure!" she answered, immediately brightening. Darkstalker smiled. 
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=== AUTHOR'S NOTE 2/18/2021 ===
Hi, it's Night here. Part Two has been discontinued until Part One is finished. I have decided to divide this into three parts to avoid writing a ton of Darkstalker x Clearsight fanfictions, as they are one of my favorite WoF ships. 
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