This day has been the longest day of my existence, which is saying something. Why is it that this woman seems to constantly be the center of my world? No matter where I go or what I do, she is the topic of conversation. I even tried to step away from my father's firm to separate myself from her whole family. I got a job teaching at my Alma mater, Harvard Law- and wouldn't you know it, on my first day as a professor, she walks in.
This woman is the bane of my existence. She is the perfect mixture of Elle Woods, from Legally Blonde and Amy Farrah Fowler from The Big Bang Theory. Perfectly flawless skin, hair that rivals the sun in all its beauty. Eyes as blue as the Caribbean Sea. And the glasses. Fuck, those glasses. Watching her glasses slowly slide down the bridge of her nose as she bites and side of her lip when she concentrates… in my almost 400 years I have never had a woman make me feel this way.
This woman is drop dead gorgeous. Looking at her makes me dizzy. And it has been that way since she walked into my grandfather's funeral 5 years ago. I had never seen a creature so beautiful. It was like all the air was removed from the room and breath could only come from her. And when she looked at me, and her head tilted ever so slightly it felt like my world just fell. Like I could do nothing but serve her and worship her like a goddess. A perfect creation. An angel.
And then she opened her fucking mouth. Oh, that mouth. What I could do with that mouth.
The woman is a genius. She has surpassed every intellectual milestone I busted my ass to acheieve and she did so while making it look like it was effortless. She has an IQ of 153, she just scored a perfect 400 on her bar exam. As her advisor, I got the pleasure of finding that out before she did- which is the only thing I have done to surpass her. Because my Alma Mater, where I earned a very notable 4.85gpa and was offered a tenured position 1 year after graduation, which I deferred for 3 years- offered her a teaching position already. Before she graduated. She does'nt even have a diploma yet, just received her Bar exam results and hasn't even delivered her valedictorian speech- yet she was offered a job I had to wait a year to receive an offer for.
She is the type of intelligent that is stupid. She is like a teenage girl who reads a lot, so she thinks she is smart. Except she actually is a certified genius. But sometimes she opens her mouth and I am not sure if her inner monologue fell out or if she actually thinks dark humor and sarcasm are appropriate for professional settings.
But despite the distaste I feel when I hear her words, knowing they are a weapon poised against me, hearing her speak is like hearing the sound of angels sing. Her voice is smooth, soft and melodic. Something out of a dream. She absolutely embodies what one would envision a princess to be.
Honestly, she is exactly the type of princess the law requires me to wed if I am to inherrit the gargoyle thrown. Father and Lance have been scouring through tomes for the better part of the last 200 years looking for loop holes within this ancient magic, but have come up empty handed.
Gargoyles are few in number, but we are actually the most powerful beings in existence and are the keepers of knowledge and magic itself. There has never been a female gargoyle. We do not know why and thus far we have not been able to pinpoint how procreation works for gargoyles. The only gargoyles guaunteed to have gargoyle offspring are those in the royal bloodline. All others are hit or miss. Though all spawn of a gargoyle retain the intellect of their fathers, they are more likely to be the species of the mother than gargoyle. At this time there are less than 500 of us worldwide, which is actually a historically high number.
Those outside of my royal line appear to 'age gracefully' living long lives and not showing their ages as apparently as others. They live to be 110 years on average but looking a ripe 70 at death. All of us will age normall until we reach the age of 21. Then our development tends to slow down, and though our birthday comes and goes every year, we may take 5-10 years to look 1 year older, thus granting us longer lives filled with "youthfulness." Those in the royal line, however, live for centuries if not a millenia. My father is pushing 700 though, our peers think him 57, and he looks no more than 45. Outside of the family only Queen Elizabeth knows his true age- and by extension her husband, as even our contracts respect the sanctity of marriage- and soon Lily will as well.
We are basically glorified librairans- all with genius IQs- able to retain infinite amounts of information and understand incredibly difficult concepts with ease. Gargoyles are tasked with holding all the knowledge of the world, keeping its secrets and keeping magic sacred. We have sacred catacombs where we keep ancient texts, ancient artifacts and things the world believes 'lost' like the Ark of the Covenant. It was not destroyed in Babylon- we have it safe and sound beneath Hillah, Iraq- not far from where it vanished from. As the earth grows older, magic depletes and it is the job of the Gargoyle King to create new magic. Somtimes that is in the form of creating new species of paranormals to care for the earth and it's inhabitants. Other times it is by simply creating magic and releasing it.
It was through the blessing of the Gargoyle King Abel that Lily's ancestor Gryphon was able to create more gyphons, so she would not be alone. He was in love with her, so he gave her a piece of his magic as a gift, similar to the human tradition of an engagement ring. She accepted his gift but rejected his proposal for she loved another. Because of this unrequited love, he vowed that since he could not marry for love he and all descendants in his line of succession would have to marry for power. They were cursed to have unrequited love for eternity, forced to marry a powerful paranormal in order to keep their powers. If they did fall in love and marry someone of 'common birth' she would die. This archaic curse has been in place as longer than the existance of Lily's pack.
And it is because of that curse that I am in love with this woman who hates my guts. I love everything about her. She is a gift to this planet. I would lay down my life for her. And it is because of that curse and my love for her that she hates my guts. She calls me DC. She thinks I am naive enough to see it as a term of endearment, that I truly believe it to mean 'Dear Counselor.' In truth, I know she thinks me a 'douche-canoe.' I know it is not an endearing term- but knowing she hates me enough to give me a nickname is probably as close as I will ever get to a place in her heart. So I will take what I can get.