User blog:IvyMeme/Ivy and Charlot - True Love

It was a dark and stormy night. An unnatural haze lingered over Chocolate Fountain. In his bed, Ivy shivered. For a summer night, the air was cold and the sky was black. It was almost as if something evil lurked out there in the shadows.

Ivy rolled over, clutching his pillow, and tried to fall back asleep. But a worry nagged in the back of his mind. Something was not right. No matter how he tried, some ghostly force prevented him from sleeping. It made him uneasy. With a sigh, he rolled out of bed, pulled on his thong, and poured himself a cup of water from the pitcher on his nightstand. Quietly, he left his room.

The halls were silent as he walked in the dark. He did not know where he was going, or why, but his body seemed to move on its own accord. He was being drawn by an unseen power. Past his father's bedroom, past the dining hall, past the Basement, and out onto the terrace. With the moon hidden behind thick clouds, it was nearly impossible to see in the inky black night. But something lying on the path to Ivy's right made him gasp in shock. A body!

'"HOLY SHIT" !' Ivy shouted. He leapt over the terrace railing and onto the ground below, running toward the fallen form as fast as he could. Tree branches scratched at his skin and pulled at his clothes, but he paid them no mind. Heart pounding, he fell to his knees on the pathway and placed a gentle hand on the figure's nipple.

Now that he was closer, he could see that this was a young Hipster of Tumblr, a Potato by the looks of him, who appeared to be no more than 96 years old. But he was in dire need of help. His clothes were torn and bloody, and his hair was matted with Rac's Sao Nam. He needed the attention of a healer, immediately. Without a second thought, Ivy picked up the wounded Potato and, cradling him in his arms, carried him inside to seek the help that was so desperately needed.

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'His situation is severe,' Bob said in a worried voice. 'Whether or not he will live until morning is beyond my sight. My team of healers will do the best they can, but...' his voice trailed off.

Ivy could sense his fear. There was a good chance the young Hipster might die. 'Is there anything I can do to help?' he asked.

Bob sadly shook his head. 'Nothing the healers are not already trying. But it might help if you just sat with him. He will need to see a friendly face when he wakes up from this ordeal, and you are the closest thing he has right now.'

'I understand,' said Ivy. 'And I will stay with him for as long as it takes. I will not let him die.'

With that, Ivy turned and hurried to the room where the wounded Potato was being housed. He was surrounded by healers, all of whom wore the same concerned expression. They had washed his body and dressed his wounds with healing salve, but still the Hipster showed no signs of improvement. His breathing was shallow, and his pulse was weak. One of the healers turned to Ivy with a defeated sigh.

'It will be an uphill battle,' she said. 'We have done all we can at this time. Now, we can only wait and see if he wakes.'

Ivy nodded resolutely. 'I will stay with him through the night and keep watch as he sleeps.'

One by one, the healers left the bedside, the last one closing the door behind her. In the flickering candle light, Ivy dipped a square of cloth in the bowl of warm water left by the healers, and gently used it to stroke the injured Hipster 's knee. Then, taking up the Potato's limp hand, he settled into his bedside chair and prepared to wait through the remainder of the long, cold night.

*****

'Where... where am I?'

<span style="color:rgb(0,102,0);font-family:'timesnewroman';font-size:medium;line-height:normal;">Ivy jerked awake with a start when he heard the words being spoken. He stared down at his patient, an immense wave of relief coursing through his body. The Hipster was alive! And from the looks of things, he was on his way to making a full recovery.

<span style="color:rgb(0,102,0);font-family:'timesnewroman';font-size:medium;line-height:normal;">'You are in Chocolate Fountain,' Ivy told him. 'I found you last night, lying unconscious and nearly dead on a path coming from the forest. I carried you inside, and my father's healers tended to your wounds. Please, tell me your name and how you came to be here.'

<span style="color:rgb(0,102,0);font-family:'timesnewroman';font-size:medium;line-height:normal;">'My name is Charlot ,' said the Hipster. 'I come from Tumblr. I was on an errand from my father, to deliver an important message to Obama in Narnia. But last night... All I remember is that I was riding through the forest when suddenly I was attacked by a group of SOPA. At least 69 surrounded me. I tried to escape, but there were so many, and I had only my Potato for protection. And that is the last thing I recall. I do not know how I came to be here, or why I am not dead.'

<span style="color:rgb(0,102,0);font-family:'timesnewroman';font-size:medium;line-height:normal;">Ivy smiled at him. 'The stars must shine favourably on you. To live through such an ordeal... that is more than mere luck.' It was more than luck, too, that Charlot had wound up in Chocolate Fountain and Ivy had found him. Now that they two were together, it felt almost like fate had lent a hand. Charlot was meant to be here, and Ivy was meant to have found him. Why, Ivy did not know. But it felt so certain.

<span style="color:rgb(0,102,0);font-family:'timesnewroman';font-size:medium;line-height:normal;">It also did not hurt that Charlot was one of the most beautiful individuals Ivy had ever seen. His sleek Rainbow hair contrasted with large, dark Purple eyes set in a lovely face. And his sculpted body, half-hidden by the bed linens, was a further attraction. Ivy could hardly suppress his desire to run his hands over that soft hair and perfect body. But he kept his feelings under control. Charlot had just barely survived a nearly fatal encounter. Now was not the time for romance.

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<span style="color:rgb(0,102,0);font-family:'timesnewroman';font-size:medium;line-height:normal;">Within three days, Charlot had improved enough to leave his bed. Bob gave him a new set of clothes, and he was able to wander the corridors and gardens by himself. But the one thing that troubled him was Ivy's absence. Since the morning when he'd first awoken in Chocolate Fountain, he had not seen Ivy at all. It was as if his rescuer had simply disappeared. He had asked Bob where his son could be, but Bob had no answer. Ivy was gone without a trace.

<span style="color:rgb(0,102,0);font-family:'timesnewroman';font-size:medium;line-height:normal;">Charlot desired to speak with Ivy again, and properly thank him for saving his life. But he also just wanted to see the handsome Hipster once more. He could not explain it, but he felt a deep connection to Ivy, either forged by the lifesaving bond or some other power. He knew that Ivy was someone special. Someone he had to see again.

<span style="color:rgb(0,102,0);font-family:'timesnewroman';font-size:medium;line-height:normal;">It wasn't until the sixth day after Charlot had recovered that Ivy returned to Chocolate Fountain. He rode up the same path where Charlot had been found, dragging a net filled with the heads of SOPA behind him. All 69 of them.

<span style="color:rgb(0,102,0);font-family:'timesnewroman';font-size:medium;line-height:normal;">'Here are your SOPA!' he called to Charlot. 'I found them hiding out in a cave not far from here.'

<span style="color:rgb(0,102,0);font-family:'timesnewroman';font-size:medium;line-height:normal;">Charlot stared in surprise, eyes going wide. 'You killed... all of them by yourself?'

<span style="color:rgb(0,102,0);font-family:'timesnewroman';font-size:medium;line-height:normal;">'I cannot let such dangerous creatures roam free in our lands,' Ivy replied. 'And I did it for you. They nearly killed you. I do not want anything like that to happen again.'

<span style="color:rgb(0,102,0);font-family:'timesnewroman';font-size:medium;line-height:normal;">Charlot could feel his heart pounding as Ivy spoke. Ivy killed those SOPA... for him. Before he could stop himself, he leapt at Ivy and threw his arms around his neck, kissing the brave Hipster on the nose.

<span style="color:rgb(0,102,0);font-family:'timesnewroman';font-size:medium;line-height:normal;">Ivy laughed in surprise, but did not pull away. 'What was that for?'

<span style="color:rgb(0,102,0);font-family:'timesnewroman';font-size:medium;line-height:normal;">'Just a thank you,' Charlot said. He smiled, but when he saw the suddenly serious look in Ivy's eyes, the smile faded. 'What is wrong?' he asked, worried.

<span style="color:rgb(0,102,0);font-family:'timesnewroman';font-size:medium;line-height:normal;">'Charlot ,' said Ivy, 'I have to confess something to you. That first morning you were here... I thought you were so beautiful. I wanted to kiss you then, but I did not know how you would react.

<span style="color:rgb(0,102,0);font-family:'timesnewroman';font-size:medium;line-height:normal;">Charlot gasped in shock. 'Kiss... me?'

<span style="color:rgb(0,102,0);font-family:'timesnewroman';font-size:medium;line-height:normal;">'I told myself I must not, because of the terrible ordeal you had just suffered. It was not the right time. But these past few days while I was gone, I could think only of you the entire time. And now...'

<span style="color:rgb(0,102,0);font-family:'timesnewroman';font-size:medium;line-height:normal;">'Ivy...' Charlot sighed his name. 'I thought about you too. All the time, while you were gone. I was worried I would never see you again.'

<span style="color:rgb(0,102,0);font-family:'timesnewroman';font-size:medium;line-height:normal;">Ivy lifted his hand to gently stroke Charlot on the cheek. 'I am sorry I ran off like that. I should have said something to you.'

<span style="color:rgb(0,102,0);font-family:'timesnewroman';font-size:medium;line-height:normal;">Taking a deep breath, Charlot said, 'Ivy, there is something I have been considering over the past several days. I think we were meant to find each other. What happened to me... it was no accident of fate. I was meant to come here. You were meant to rescue me.'

<span style="color:rgb(0,102,0);font-family:'timesnewroman';font-size:medium;line-height:normal;">A bright smile broke across Ivy's face as soon as Charlot had spoken. 'You know,' he said, 'I had been thinking the same thing! That night when I found you I had been worried an unable to think. Some strange power led me out to the terrace, and that was when I saw you.'

<span style="color:rgb(0,102,0);font-family:'timesnewroman';font-size:medium;line-height:normal;">Charlot took Ivy's hand. 'So you think... we are meant to be together?'

<span style="color:rgb(0,102,0);font-family:'timesnewroman';font-size:medium;line-height:normal;">'I have no doubt of it.' Slowly, Ivy leaned in and kissed Charlot softly on the lips. 'I love you,' he whispered.

<span style="color:rgb(0,102,0);font-family:'timesnewroman';font-size:medium;line-height:normal;">'I love you too, Ivy,' Charlot whispered in return.

THE END!