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Another stupid l’amour letter whooshed onto Icy’s table. In the heure she’d been sitting in the coffee shop, she’d received about five of them. Each one barring a new and different sappy poem.
roses are red.
Your eyes are blue…ish
I want the Winx dead.
And so do you.
Okay so that one wasn’t sappy, but it was the most récent and her favorite.
Each letter was completely unsigned. But she already knew who they were from. Darko had been eyeing her all jour from afar. Icy took a sip of her coffee. ou maybe they were from Gantlos, the man had already asked her to attend Magix’s Valentine’s jour Dance.
She also recalled avoiding any bodies of water, as Tritannus always seemed to be there begging her to come back to him. Which was the biggest turn off she’d ever had. And she once had Duman hit on her par chant Fergilicious—of course he called it Dumalicioius.
Icy sighed. There were way too many of them and the plus men flirted with her the plus she wondered how any woman could possibly want this. How Darcy could enjoy so much male attention. It was nothing but distracting and aggravating. At best it was an opportunity to work on her wit and sarcasm.
Even then it got boring trying to find a way to creatively tell them to fuck off. And so par the end of the jour she’d usually just say it outright.
Icy stood up, realizing that she had indeed just sat there for an heure just pondering.
Pondering without even ordering at least a bagel ou something.
She fished around in her pocket for five dollar bill.
Maybe she should take out two of them, who knew how much they were charging these days.
She heard the sound of a paper cup dropping onto the table.
“I didn’t know what toi liked so I just got toi caffe latte.” Valtor took the chair opposite the one she had just been sitting in.
“I take it you’re the one who has been tossing me all of these.” She slid the letters in his direction.
He read them over. “Nope, not mine.” He tossed them over his shoulder. “I’m a much better poet and I can actually spell correctly.”
“Is that right?” Icy sat back down.
“It is indeed.” He gave a haughty flick of his wrist. “I also don’t waste my time on cheap gifts. toi deserve something plus elaborate. Do toi fancy diamonds? toi can finish that latte and we can go somewhere with plus class.” He suggested.
“People have tried lots of things to get my affection, but no one has ever tried to buy it. Funny thing your method is absolutely working.” Icy shrugged. “Well that is if toi go deeper than that later.” She added with a dismissive hand wave.
“I take that as a yes?”
“I’ll give toi a chance, since toi aren’t showering me with this,” she motioned to the letters on the floor and the small bouquet she had acquired over the passing hours, “crap.”
“Well of course not. toi deserve better than that.” Valtor shrugged.
Icy finished her latte and stood up again.
“Shall we?” Valtor asked.
Icy nodded and led him outside.
“Where do toi want to go?”
Icy looked in the direction of the Valentine’s jour Dance. “Anywhere but there.” She shrugged.
“Any particular reason you’re avoiding the dance?”
“Last an the only thing to do there was go in the tunnel of love, dance, and hope the swans from ‘Lover’s Lake’ don’t get pissed and crash the party.” She trailed off. “Hope they don’t make a nest in your hair and eat all the chocolat and then peck at everything in sight.”
“That is…oddly specific.” Valtor noted.
“It happened last year. The upside was that the swans took down Darkar and Tritannus. Two less people I had to deal with. But they didn’t take down Darko. In fact I think he made Friends with them, sat in a cercle with them and made them rose crowns. “ She tapped a long nailed finger to her chin. “Yeah, that was definitely what happened. He got them to retreat.”
“That’s rather hard to believe. But then again it must be true, toi can’t just make something like that up.” Valtor responded as they passed through a crowd headed for the dance.
“I mean I could…”
“I don’t know, I feel like it’s one of those things that’s just so out there, that toi can’t make it up.”
“Hmm…perhaps.” Icy replied. She came to a stop. “You know what? I think I know exactly how we’re going to spend this day.”
“Oh?”
“We’ll go to Lover’s Lake, we will acquire ourselves an army of swans and we ruin everyone’s fancy Valentine’s dîner par reserving 80 of the restaurants 100 tables. We will then sit at our table, tableau and fill the other 79 with swans.”
“Okay, so maybe toi can just make a story like that up.” Valtor admitted.
“Oh I didn’t make that story up, the dance really was invaded. And we are going to go through with this plan. Just picture it; 316 swans. 4 swans to fill up each table. There will be so much confusion. And even plus anger upon people realizing that they couldn’t eat at a fancy le dîner, salle à manger because it was booked par swans.”
“If that’s what toi want to do with our first date, then we shall do it.” Valtor agreed.
The letters were from Stormy. Well the I want the Winx dead one was. It was her idea of a great Valentine’s jour joke.
Another stupid l’amour letter whooshed onto Icy’s table. In the heure she’d been sitting in the coffee shop, she’d received about five of them. Each one barring a new and different sappy poem.
roses are red.
Your eyes are blue…ish
I want the Winx dead.
And so do you.
Okay so that one wasn’t sappy, but it was the most récent and her favorite.
Each letter was completely unsigned. But she already knew who they were from. Darko had been eyeing her all jour from afar. Icy took a sip of her coffee. ou maybe they were from Gantlos, the man had already asked her to attend Magix’s Valentine’s jour Dance.
She also recalled avoiding any bodies of water, as Tritannus always seemed to be there begging her to come back to him. Which was the biggest turn off she’d ever had. And she once had Duman hit on her par chant Fergilicious—of course he called it Dumalicioius.
Icy sighed. There were way too many of them and the plus men flirted with her the plus she wondered how any woman could possibly want this. How Darcy could enjoy so much male attention. It was nothing but distracting and aggravating. At best it was an opportunity to work on her wit and sarcasm.
Even then it got boring trying to find a way to creatively tell them to fuck off. And so par the end of the jour she’d usually just say it outright.
Icy stood up, realizing that she had indeed just sat there for an heure just pondering.
Pondering without even ordering at least a bagel ou something.
She fished around in her pocket for five dollar bill.
Maybe she should take out two of them, who knew how much they were charging these days.
She heard the sound of a paper cup dropping onto the table.
“I didn’t know what toi liked so I just got toi caffe latte.” Valtor took the chair opposite the one she had just been sitting in.
“I take it you’re the one who has been tossing me all of these.” She slid the letters in his direction.
He read them over. “Nope, not mine.” He tossed them over his shoulder. “I’m a much better poet and I can actually spell correctly.”
“Is that right?” Icy sat back down.
“It is indeed.” He gave a haughty flick of his wrist. “I also don’t waste my time on cheap gifts. toi deserve something plus elaborate. Do toi fancy diamonds? toi can finish that latte and we can go somewhere with plus class.” He suggested.
“People have tried lots of things to get my affection, but no one has ever tried to buy it. Funny thing your method is absolutely working.” Icy shrugged. “Well that is if toi go deeper than that later.” She added with a dismissive hand wave.
“I take that as a yes?”
“I’ll give toi a chance, since toi aren’t showering me with this,” she motioned to the letters on the floor and the small bouquet she had acquired over the passing hours, “crap.”
“Well of course not. toi deserve better than that.” Valtor shrugged.
Icy finished her latte and stood up again.
“Shall we?” Valtor asked.
Icy nodded and led him outside.
“Where do toi want to go?”
Icy looked in the direction of the Valentine’s jour Dance. “Anywhere but there.” She shrugged.
“Any particular reason you’re avoiding the dance?”
“Last an the only thing to do there was go in the tunnel of love, dance, and hope the swans from ‘Lover’s Lake’ don’t get pissed and crash the party.” She trailed off. “Hope they don’t make a nest in your hair and eat all the chocolat and then peck at everything in sight.”
“That is…oddly specific.” Valtor noted.
“It happened last year. The upside was that the swans took down Darkar and Tritannus. Two less people I had to deal with. But they didn’t take down Darko. In fact I think he made Friends with them, sat in a cercle with them and made them rose crowns. “ She tapped a long nailed finger to her chin. “Yeah, that was definitely what happened. He got them to retreat.”
“That’s rather hard to believe. But then again it must be true, toi can’t just make something like that up.” Valtor responded as they passed through a crowd headed for the dance.
“I mean I could…”
“I don’t know, I feel like it’s one of those things that’s just so out there, that toi can’t make it up.”
“Hmm…perhaps.” Icy replied. She came to a stop. “You know what? I think I know exactly how we’re going to spend this day.”
“Oh?”
“We’ll go to Lover’s Lake, we will acquire ourselves an army of swans and we ruin everyone’s fancy Valentine’s dîner par reserving 80 of the restaurants 100 tables. We will then sit at our table, tableau and fill the other 79 with swans.”
“Okay, so maybe toi can just make a story like that up.” Valtor admitted.
“Oh I didn’t make that story up, the dance really was invaded. And we are going to go through with this plan. Just picture it; 316 swans. 4 swans to fill up each table. There will be so much confusion. And even plus anger upon people realizing that they couldn’t eat at a fancy le dîner, salle à manger because it was booked par swans.”
“If that’s what toi want to do with our first date, then we shall do it.” Valtor agreed.
The letters were from Stormy. Well the I want the Winx dead one was. It was her idea of a great Valentine’s jour joke.
Alfea and the neighboring boys school, Red Fountain, prepare for a ball to begin the school year. However, Headmistress Griffon of Cloudtower plans to spoil the ball as revenge for being excluded. She picks The Trix's suggestion of replacing the magic egg gifts with snake-rat eggs. While Bloom prepares her dress for the ball, she spots the Trix casting a spell on the eggs, so she tells her friends, and they reverse the spell in time for the ball. Later Bloom spots the Trix trying to steal Stella's ring, and tries to fight them off, transforming in a fairy for the first time. Although the Trix are able to escape, the other Winx girls inform Bloom that Stella's ring is sûr, sans danger and that they swapped the contents of the case with a baby canard (Pepe) that bonds with Icy.
