Episode 94: Parent Day at School

The alarm went off earlier than usual, dragging me out of my quiet weekend routine for what would normally be a long weekend for some unfortunately for others in school elementary in particular tis was the tragedy.

“…Ugh,” I muttered to myself, smoothing my black blazer over my black dress shirt. Leather skirt, high heel boots, dark red lipstick along with the usual makeup routine and my spider earrings—corporate goth perfection.
“…Parent day. I cannot believe I’m skipping work for this.”

Beckett, of course, was ready in his usual trench coat, mask, gloves, and scarf. Quiet, morose, perfectly brooding as ever.

“…I’ll be there,” he murmured, adjusting his glasses. “…For the kids and only for you of course not for the fucked up educational system we both hate.” I nodded empathetically to him in return as i just know that school itself is a touchy subject hence why i always say im off the clock and to remind him that im not only a teacher but also his wife and the mother of our children too.

The twins, Peresphone and Hades, were already waiting by the door, stoic as ever.

“…Excited?” I asked them.

“…If by excited you mean observing with calculated interest, yes,” Peresphone replied in her usual deadpan.
Hades merely adjusted his coat and nodded.

Walking into the school was… terrifying—for anyone else.

Other kids gasped. Teachers froze mid-step. A few spineless faculty members nearly fainted at the sight of Diana Bloodbriar and Beckett Bloodbriar striding into the room with twins in tow.

“…Why do they look like that?” whispered one terrified first-grade teacher to another.
“…And… and are their parents… scary?”

The twins merely stared, perfectly composed, and immediately tuned out the other kids’ panic.

We went up first for the parent presentation.

Beckett spoke quietly, monotone, describing his career as a graphic designer and a reclusive creative.

“…I… prefer working in shadows,” he said, “and observe the foolishness of society at a safe distance.”

Peresphone and Hades listened intently, nodding approvingly.
The teachers, however, squirmed. Some even glanced at each other, whispering about the couple’s noticeable age gap and how Diana looked remarkably young, still in her 20s despite being in the early 30s range.

Diana took over, gliding to the front, corporate goth elegance in full force: blazer, leather skirt, heels, dark makeup, dangling spider earrings.

“…I cultivate minds,” she said coldly, “…not coddle mediocrity.
Do not waste my time with foolish rules or politics. I am here because my children are brilliant, not to babysit the weak-minded.”

She gestured to the slides: Peresphone and Hades’ achievements, little stories of quiet intelligence, stoicism, and clever problem-solving.

“…Yes,” she concluded, “…they are exceptional. They need not follow the herd. Observe them. Learn nothing, unless you are capable.”

The room went silent.
Except the twins. They quietly scribbled notes, completely unfazed.

Presentation over.

“…Time for ice cream?” I whispered to the twins as i subtly tapped their shoulders.
“…Certainly,” Hades replied, already plotting their escape.

With a subtle glance at Beckett, they all slipped out unnoticed, leaving the rest of the staff pale and whispering.

Outside, the air was sweet with spring blooms. Ice cream cones in hand, the twins were calm, perfectly polite, but I could see the faint smirk of mischief in Peresphone’s eyes.

“…At least the day wasn’t a total waste,” I murmured to Beckett, brushing my fingers against his scarf. 
“…And I got to spend time with our kids.”

He gave a quiet smile under his mask.
“…And we managed to escaped quickly.”

The twins rolled their eyes at our subtle public displays of affection, unbothered by their parents’ closeness.

“…They’re only young once,” I said softly, nudging Beckett’s mask down with my lips in a dommy kiss then nudging it back up.
“…And sometimes it’s nice to have a little fun, eh, husband of mine?”

He exhaled softly, touching my hand.
“…Indeed.”

I pecked the twins on the tops of their heads.
“…And now my little monsters get sugar. All in a day’s work.”