Whiteout and Thoughtful (AU, Short fanfic)

Whiteout and Thoughtful 
A Wof fanfiction 
-Rivermisttheanimus2022
About: Whiteout speaks like a normal dragon in her mind but her words become twisted into riddles or in a poetic way when she says them, sometimes she says them as rhymes on purpose, other times by accident. She has weak foresight, she can read emotions instead of thoughts, she’s an animus but doesn’t use her power often. The book is set in Whiteout’s perspective. Thoughtful has slight mind reading, (Some of the lines and scenes are quoted from the actual Darkstalker book so, SPOILER WARNING. This may contain slight romantic content but nothing gross. Btw, if there are some spelling errors, sorry about that, you can fix them if you want but please don't change the actual story. Anyways ty and happy reading ;3) 
Whiteout blinked her eyes as moonlight showed through the window. She yawned and stretched her wings as she got up. She could hear mother and father fighting in a few rooms over. Her heart dropped. Why couldn't they be happy? Her father always made remarks about how he hated the night kingdom, but he knew in his heart that he didn't really want to go back to the ice kingdom. She tried to push back the pain as she got ready for school. Her mind felt like she was in a daze. That happened sometimes. A moment later mother walked past Whiteout’s room. “Did you dream of pleasant, mother?” Whiteout said, her mind slightly foggy. Wait no! That's not what I meant to say! She thought furiously at herself. Whiteout could never seem to say what she really meant. Like her mind thought one thing, but her mouth twisted it into another. She just wished sometimes that she could speak like a normal dragon. Whiteout had learned to get used to it over the years.. most of the time. Her mind also sometimes felt like she was in a fog or haze of some sort. 
Later at school, Whiteout, Darkstalker, Fathom, Clearsight and Listener were playing a game of  Scales and Squares, when a strange nightwing came up to them and began talking. Whiteout hadn’t noticed yet, she was still absorbed in winning the game. But then Clearsight a moment later said  “And have you um.. Have you met Whiteout?” “WINNER! Empress of all scales and queen of all squares! Weep for your tokens, adversaries!” She clapped her talons with pride, then finally Clearsight’s words caught her ears. And  she looked up to see the most weirdly perfect night wing she’d ever seen. They both stared deep into each other’s eyes for a moment. “Oh.. Look how shiny you are'' she said in wonder. “Shiny?! Whiteout, whatever are you talking about?” Listener snorted in the background. Whiteout could barely hear her though. Her eyes were fixed on the perfect night wing. “You made the cascade of dreams. Words and glass, spun flutes and verse. Waterfalls of language in fire-blown claws.” She took one of the dragon’s talons in her’s. “You noticed? No one.. you really saw the pieces of scroll inside the waves?” “Tangerine.. Probability.. Spelunking” “I can’t believe you saw them. Nobody’s ever understood one of my pieces before.” The dragon said kindly. “I think you should teach me glass blowing.. and I should teach you clarity.” Whiteout said. “Uh.. Whiteout, this is Thoughtful.” Clearsight said shyly. “Thoughtful..” Whiteout echoed dreamily. Her eyes gleamed. He was perfect in every way. For once in her life, She finally felt like someone fully understood her. They ran off, tails intertwined with one another's.
As they were walking, Whiteout’s mind was racing with thoughts. After all these years.. Finally, I’ve found the dragon I had always hoped.. Now.. this is the moment.. Ask him.. But what if he says no..  Common Whiteout! Don't be a bat brain, Do it! Do it now! Whiteout took Thoughtful’s talons in her’s, took hasty breath and said..  “Would Thow.. Like to go on a moonlight?” “Thoughtful’s head turned and his eyes met hers, stars in his eyes, and replied. “I’d love to go on a star stroll with you”. Whiteout’s heart burst with joy. “I think I know a star..” Whiteout said, gesturing to fallow her in the sky. She flew in the sky with Thoughtful close behind her. They landed by an old oak tree outside the school. They settled at the base of the tree and started talking. 
They talked for an hour, Whiteout showed him a couple of her paintings, then Whiteout said, “I.. Can whisper of the moon?” She meant to say “can I tell you a secret?”, but he still understood what she meant because a moment later, Thoughtful took her talons in his and answered, “You can always whisper of the moon to me”. There was a long pause, then Whiteout finally said, “Whiteout.. can't say.. Normal. Whiteout can't make the cascade of dreams” Thoughtful glanced down at her talons and back up at Whiteout’s saddened face. “I can help make the cascade of dreams.” Thoughtful said, hugging her firmly. Whiteout lifted her head up and smiled at him. “You.. perfect, as the stars” Thoughtful said staring into Whiteout’s eyes. She hugged him, and turned her head to the stars. Then they fell asleep beneath the oak tree together. 
Later when they woke up, Whiteout took Thoughtful to her cave when she was sure father and mother were out. “Here is scroll tower” Whiteout said as they entered her room. Thoughtful walked around her room looking at all of Whiteout’s paintings and art supplies. His eyes looked like they'd just seen a thousand fireflies wash over the world as he starred in awe. “I love the way you dream” He said. Then he caught a glimpse of the family portrait that Whiteout had painted. He walked over to it and looked intently at it. Whiteout came over to stand beside him. “Your pack?” He said. Whiteout nodded. “Isnt it glittering? I only wish it was as blooming as I dream it..” Whiteout said with a sigh. Thoughtful looked at her frowning. He put his claw on her wing and smiled up at her. She looked up at him, just seeing his face made her want to pull the stars out of the sky and give them to him, she wanted to paint the clouds a glistening purple just like his scales. She wanted to rap her wings around him and never let go. She smiled at him warmly, then saw the paints that Darkstalker had enchanted for her over Thoughtful’s shoulder. She walked over and picked up the paint buckets. “Do you want to  paint stars?” “Alright!” Whiteout dipped her claw in some paint and pulled it back out. “Stay no move..” Whiteout said, taking her claw to Thoughyful’s cheek. Whiteout painted a crescent moon on both of his cheeks, the paint was practically glowing on him. Whiteout stepped back to see him fully glitter-ized. “How do I look?” Thoughtful asked “Shiny” Whiteout replied. Whiteout and Thoughtful leaned into each other slightly, both looking intently into each other’s eyes with hope. Something flashed before Whiteout’s eyes, she saw… a family. A mother, a father and three little dragonets. What was that? She wondered. She blinked her eyes and looked up at Thoughtful, there was a glaze over his eyes as well, she could tell she was having the same vision. Wait, vision.. Was it actually what it was? A vision? Were those, their future dragonets? Whiteout closed her eyes trying to imagine her perfect future family with thoughtful and their dragonets. It was clear as the moonlight, it was her family. She blinked her eyes and hugged Thoughtful. Then there were claw steps at the entrance of the cave. Oh no! Someone is here! I need to hide Thoughtful! But.. should I risk.. No time! He’s going to find out eventually anyways! Better just do it! Whiteout pulled herself from Thoughtful’s grasp. She picked up a crystal and some string “What are you doing?” Thoughtful asked quietly. “Cant.. let them  find you” Whiteout said in a rush. Wait.. did that actually.. Come out Almost normal? No time! Whiteout held the necklace in her claws as she heard someone coming. Become a necklace, something that reflects all my love for him, She whispered in her mind. 
The necklace spun around in the air, the string became a beautiful shining gold wire, a black and white spotted crystal attached to the wire that gently intertwined around Thoughtful’s neck. “I enchant this necklace to hide Thoughtful when needed, and protect to him from harm.. And anyone he’s touching” Thoughtful looked at Whiteout in amazement. “Wait.. did.. I just talk normal?! I did it again.. And!.. What?!” Whiteout looked at her talons speechless. “You.. talked.. You made.. A magic ” Thoughtful said, unable to take his eyes off Whiteout. Whiteout turned to him. The claw steps were getting closer, she grabbed Thoughtful’s talons hopefully The dragon passed by Whiteout’s room. It Was father. He looked into her room from the hall for a moment and kept on walking down the hall. Whiteout tapped the necklace again, and both her and Thoughtful reappeared in her room. It worked.. It actually worked..! “Sorry.. Whiteout stop falling now..” She said. Then Thoughtful unexpectedly hugged her. “Thank you..” Thoughtful said. “We.. stay secret?” Whiteout said. “We.. stay secret” Thoughtful repeated. Whiteout was back to talking in riddles.. But.. how did she talk normally for the short moment in the first place? “Oh!” whiteout said. She used her magic and broke a piece off Thoughtful’s necklace. She grabbed another piece of string and enchanted it to become another necklace, identical to Thoughtful’s. It intertwined around Whiteout’s neck, the crystal attached to it. “You must go before the wolves find you” Whiteout said. Thoughtful nodded, nearly rushing out the doorway.. “Thank you..” he said, and then ran out of the cave. The sun started to rise. Wow, Whiteout hadn't realized how late it was, it was time for bed almost. But first.. She grabbed a canvas and some paints.. She painted Thoughtful in radiant purples and grey’s. She captured his perfect face and his golden crystal necklace. She smiled and set her paints down. She climbed into bed, her eyes slowly falling, her eyes staring at Thoughtful’s sweet face as she fell asleep. 
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