It's Not A Ghost Story, It's A Love Story: A Xephmadia Tale

Chapter 1

-----Author's Note-----
Despite the fact they are no longer dating I still ship them so let me live vicariously through this story!
Anyway onto the story! Allons-y!
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Lomadia's POV:
"Why must I always dress like this? You don't have too!" Lomadia asked her mother as she draped a sweater shall over her daughter's shoulders. The young girl had to dress up everywhere she went.
"Because my child, you never know when your eyes may glow." Lom knew what her mother's reply meant. When her people met their soul mate, their eyes would begin to glow, and of course you wanted to look nice when you met the person you would love.
"Yes of course mother." The fourteen year-old agreed without further complaint.
Soon the mother and daughter left their home and went into town to get the ingredients they would need for that evening's dinner.
Now she was sat outside the bakery, waiting for her mother to get the bread and cakes. Lomadia was unaware of her surroundings as she studied her witchcraft spell books. Many times witchcraft was given a bad reputation, but not all witches were evil, many used the art for healing and helping those around them, but it was looked upon as evil all the same. Almost everyone looked at witches like they would bewitch anyone who came near them. Despite everything, the concept of witchcraft fascinated the young girl, and thankfully her mother supported her choices.
As she was memorizing incantations, someone bumped into her, causing her to drop her papers.
"I'm sorry!" A young male voice came from behind her as she stooped to pick up her studies. "Let me help you!"
When the boy knelt down to help her, she couldn't help but notice his muscular frame, which was only complemented by his pristine clothes. He couldn't have been much older than her; but, he was definitely well mannered for his age, and obviously, judging by what he was wearing, had not yet met his soul mate.
"Thank you." Lom said, gathering papers in her own arms.
Once all of them were off the ground, the boy spoke again, "So...what's your name?"
"Lomadia, what's yours?"
"My name is Xephos." He replied, bowing his head slightly.
"Well Xephos, thank you for helping me with my papers." The girl piped as she reorganized them.
"I couldn't let you pick them up all by yourself now could I?" Xephos laughed with a charming smile. "I am the one who caused you to drop them in the first place. Anyway, what are you studying?"
Lom cast a worried glance at the now organized papers before she responded, "Er...witchcraft."
Oddly enough, Xephos actually looked at her with interest instead of the usual fear that followed the comment. "Really? Why weren't you afraid of telling me that?"
The girl looked him in the eye as she spoke, "I'm doing nothing wrong, and I should have no shame in that, there are plenty of good witches out there, they are just overlooked because of ridiculous stereotypes!"
Lomadia didn't care if Xephos was against witchcraft or not, she enjoyed it and thus, he didn't, nor did anyone else have a say on what she chose to do.
"Don't be offended...please; I think it's kinda cool that you are so proud of it actually." The boy's blue eyes glittered in the late sun as he looked at his feet, shuffling them on the cobblestone walk.
"Thanks." Lomadia gasped in surprise as their eyes met, and Xephos looked as shocked as she did. She hadn't just seen his eyes glittering, they had begun to glow. His eyes entranced her when she gazed upon them; they looked like sapphires shining in moonlight.
"Y-your eyes!" He stammered, "They're beautiful!"
It wasn't until he made the comment that she realized her own green eyes were glowing too. "Th-thank you, yours are quite stunning as well."

Xephos's POV:
Xephos's day hadn't been easy after the argument with his father that morning, but he was still determined to at least have a happy outward appearance as he walked down the cobbled streets of town.
Lost in thought, he continued on his way and silently cursed himself as he ran into a rather lovely young girl.
"I'm sorry!" He exclaimed as she bent to pick up the papers she had dropped. "Let me help you!" He kneeled down himself, gathering papers off the ground.
He couldn't help but notice the girl cast more than one glance at him while they were stooped over the fallen studies, but in the glances he noticed her eyes were still dim and her appearance only made more distracting by her exquisite clothes. She wore a grey sweater shall over a light blue blouse and a long black skirt, with silver owl earrings, her clothes and eyes told Xephos, much like him, she was yet to find her soul mate.
"Thank you." The girl said without taking her eyes from the papers.
Finally, when all the papers had been gathered and placed on the table, he spoke once more, trying very hard not to sound awkward, "So...what's your name?"
Her voice was silky when she replied, "Lomadia, what's yours?"
"My name is Xephos." He said with a polite dip of his head.
"Well Xephos, thank you for helping me with my papers." The blonde smiled sheepishly as she reorganized her papers.
"I couldn't let you pick them up all by yourself now could I?" The boy laughed. "I am the one who caused you to drop them in the first place. Anyway, what are you studying?"
Lomadia looked almost worried when she glanced at her studies before she responded. "Er...witchcraft."
Fear shot through Xeph but he pushed it down, he knew it was silly. Not all witches wanted to kill you on sight, and he couldn't believe that Lomadia would hurt anyone. "Really? Why weren't you afraid of telling me that?"
She whipped her head to look at him, frustration glittering in the green depths of her eyes as she spoke. "I'm doing nothing wrong, and I should have no shame in that, there are plenty of good witches out there, they are just overlooked because of ridiculous stereotypes!"
He was taken aback by the stern tone that was now lacing her voice, and he shuffled his feet on the ground as he replied. "Don't be offended...please; I think it's kinda cool that you are so proud of it actually."
"Thanks." Lomadia gasped and Xephos was lost for words as their eyes met, Lomadia's eyes cast off a cool glow, the dark green looked like the leaves of a summer forest at sunset.
"Y-your eyes!" He couldn't help the words as they slipped from him, "They're beautiful!"
She looked slightly shocked before she replied, "Th-thank you, yours look quite stunning as well." He could only imagine what his blue eyes must look like.
They both stood, locked into each other's gazes for a few moments before she spoke, her voice hardly a whisper. "Mother was right."
"I was right about what?" Their gaze broke apart as a woman walked up behind Lomadia, obviously her mother. She turned to face her mother who let out a gasp. "Your eyes! They're beautiful."
Xephos stood back and watched the mother, daughter duo with interest as Lomadia's mother engulfed her daughter in a hug. His parents never would have treated him with such compassion and love.
When the family broke apart, the blonde woman looked at Xephos as if she had just noticed him...and maybe she had. She smiled warmly as he dipped his head politely. "Well aren't you a polite young man."
"Thank you ma'am," To make sure he was making a good impression he was using every rule to being polite in the book. If this was the person he was destined to love...he didn't want to mess it up.
"What's your name?" Lomadia's mother's tone was sweet and calmed some of his nerves.
"X- Xephos." He stammered and Lomadia giggled slightly.
"Well it's a pleasure to meet you Xephos." The woman eyes sparkled with warmth. "How would you like to join us for dinner this evening?"
"I-I couldn't possibly."
"I insist, you should have dinner with us this evening."
Xephos knew his parents would be livid, if he came home late, but at the moment, he didn't care. In the brief time he had known her, Lomadia's mother had treated him with more compassion and care than his own parents ever had. In that moment he realized how much he wished his parents treated him like that but he knew there was no point in wasting his time worrying about that. "Thank you ma'am, I'd be glad to join you."

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