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"I'm still on Vacation-icus, but I'll be around... eventually-icus. Say, Oh, I dunno, a hundred years or so?"

Casually uses his left wing to cover up the three bottles of Life Water he's pounded. Let's make it his fourth bottle.

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It was rare when Monsters, especially from the Underworld, traveled this far out, but that's why, under Palutena's love and grace, she sends help from above… And that help was getting the ever-living crap beaten out of him.

Pit didn't expect the ambush, and even though he was vastly outnumbered, it did not deter him from protecting what appeared to be their target. Already, he made a mental note that this wasn't just a run-of-the-mill attack; there was an agenda behind this.

"I'm glad you're okay-icus! "

The Captain of Angels was able to gasp out before one of the leftover Mik's wet tongue wrapped around his ankle, the thick appendage pulling him away from the beautiful stranger.

"DON'T WORRY-ICUS, I GOT THIS!! EVERYTHING IS UNDER CON- WHOOOA!"

He is pulled into the thick of it, behind clustered shrubs and overgrown trees—invisible to the naked eye but not soundless. Sounds of monsters screeching and heroic, tired battle cries echo, and the ample foliage shakes and trembles, but all fall into silence and stillness. Heavy panting can be heard behind, ruffling the leaves and twigs as he stumbles in her view, bruised and bloody but victorious.

"Hah...ah... s-see? They didn't know-icus, what hit em'!"

He puffs out his chest in pride, acting as if nothing had happened, despite blood dripping from his nose to his soiled chiton, and then he faints.

The air shimmered, split, then sewed itself together again in less than a moment, depositing its traverser on the other side. A shape which is surreal, sublime, and nigh incomprehensible for only as long as the flicker which delivered her; the girl restored in all her unassuming, delicate glamour. If there'd been any mortal there to witness the affair, they might have thought their eyes played a trick on them, but be otherwise none-the-wiser...bar the fact that a pretty little lady had seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

Thankfully, she'd been careful enough to choose a spot to cross back into the Overworld where even that wouldn't be a concern: quiet, even remote by most standards.

A decision which may prove a little annoying—thinking of how long it would take to trundle her way back to the nearest town on newly-restored legs—but all for the better, as traces of the planes beyond still clung to her edges; an aura, a scent, which might still beguile minds and cause a haze in curious eyes...

...and, perhaps, attracting far more than just that. It felt as though she'd hardly concealed her wings and started navigating the mossy glade when the birdsong dissipated, an unusual quiet ushered in. Mid-day sunlight trickling in between leaves suddenly feels less bright than before, and she feels their arrival before she sees anything: a thick, baleful, fetid pall which assaults the senses and sets the freshly formed baby hairs on the back of her neck standing on end.

The feyling kept on for a few more paces, but fell still as the noxious aspect mounts to a peak. It seemed, despite all her best efforts, she was not as alone in these woods as she'd hoped.

As if on cue: the brush stirred with sound and presence; more sinister, by far, than the average predator lying in wait. Misshapen figures seeping out from the shadows, appearing to manifest from whatever blind-spot or crevice they could; uncanny in a way so much less enchanting than her own kind. Grotesque: all eyes, tongues, and bone; perhaps the occasional tentacle or spider-like limb for decoration.

There is a distance between them. Enough to get a head start if she wanted to run? Maybe. Maybe they'd done it intentionally, so they could enjoy a little chase before descending upon her. Either way, she wasn't about to make it easy on—

❝Ah!??❞ Stars above—what now?

What now? Why, the natural foil to the looming threat, of course: a flash of light from the sky, a visible spark, and the near-blinding glow of glittering wings enchanted by the Goddess, herself; all-but crashing into the space between. Golden flourishes and stark white cloth draped around an athletic (if a bit humble?) figure, and a weapon held tight in his hand. Why, he's the very image of a divine hero, isn't he? Down to the assuring smile he flicks her way, a confident look in his bright, blue eyes.

She's sure he was about to say something equally brave and inspiring, but his being yoinked away, rather unceremoniously, into the fray of battle sort of ruined the moment.

Not that he was going to let it fully stop him, it seemed.

"I'm glad you're okay-icus! "

He'd tumbled just close enough to chirp over a bloodied lip, gasping, only to be rewarded with a baffled blink of long lashes and a rather slimy pull back into the absolute beating at hand.

Some part of her thinks—as she watches (mostly listens) to the angel getting his blessed ass handed to him—that maybe she should try and help him... but she wouldn't want to hurt his pride, now would she? Not with him shouting assurances like that, (desperate for breath and between outbursts of pain), giving his all to the battle...

And, besides that: when the din fades and the thicket stills once more, darkness vanquished, and her 'hero' stumbles out from the brush looking like he just got trampled by a heard of wild beasts—

"Hah...ah... s-see? They didn't know-icus, what hit em'!"

—falling into a graceless, unconscious heap on the mossy floor; the fairy can only think one thing.

Oh. He's perfect.

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Touches the back of Pit's neck with her ice cold hand.

"βάλλ' ε��ς κόρακας!"

[ikarosxflight]

"I know heartbreak is inevitable, yet I choose you." // ( Immortal Creatures and Politics ) from bbygrl Dark~ c;

Immortal Creatures & Politics

The Dark Warrior's insights rang truer than any bells in the stillness of Smash Manor. The titles and noble lineages held little sway inside the fortress's sturdy walls. Here, there was no room for the intricate web of politics that plagued their respective homelands. Instead, the singular focus of this tournament was clear: only the most skilled and formidable fighter would emerge victorious. Yet, like the many tournaments before, Smash was on the brink of conclusion. Soon, all the champions would return to their own realms, each bearing the memories of battles fought and alliances forged.

Captain Pit, the devoted Warrior of Light and loyal servant to Lady Palutena possessed the extraordinary ability to traverse the myriad worlds. However, he was all too aware that if fate were to intertwine his path with that of the Shadowy being, it would not be a meeting steeped in camaraderie or goodwill. The air around him thickened with tension at the thought. The burden of his sacred duty—to dispel the encroaching Darkness, regardless of its guise—settled heavily on his shoulders. Every heartbeat echoed the weight of his responsibilities, reminding him that the forces he faced were as insidious as powerful. In a world where shadows lurked and dangers were ever-present, every choice he made carried the potential to tip the balance between light and Darkness.

"I know heartbreak is inevitable, yet I choose you."

As Dark spoke his melancholy words, his dreary tone hung like a thick fog weighing on the atmosphere. With his impish spirit emerging, Pit couldn't help but roll his eyes in amusement at the dramatic display. With a mischievous gleam in his eye, he leaned closer to Dark as he playfully sank his teeth into the plush flesh of Shade's cheek. He tugged gently, growling in a teasing manner that resonated with warmth rather than malice. After releasing his playful bite, Pit pulled back slightly, sticking his tongue out at Dark with a cheeky grin, clearly indicating that he found the situation absurd.

"Heh, guess that means you better cherish every moment we got left."

As the Captain of Angels, Pit was acutely aware of his shallowness and vanity, which often clouded his mind. He believed wholeheartedly in seizing the moment and relishing every delightful experience rather than dwelling on the burdens of the past or fretting over what lay ahead. To Pit, allowing feelings to linger was a surefire way to weigh oneself down, and he preferred to soar freely, embracing life's fleeting joys.

"I'm not gonna raise your hopes up-icus and tell a lie to you about how everything is gonna be ok, or that true love will prevail. I think that's crueler if I did-icus, but I'm serious, Dark. Just enjoy the moment for what it is and live it without regrets."

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"I love you..."

Eyes cast down, she finally looks up, meeting his gaze with sorrow pouring from her golden hues.

"...But not in the way that you want me to.."

Captain Pit had always held a mirror to his soul, perceiving a reflection that bore the marks of vanity and arrogance. He was not just prideful; he was a celestial being, bathed in the warm glow of his self-importance and accustomed to having his whims catered to by those around him. This inflated sense of self was particularly pronounced in romance, where his confidence often clouded his judgment.

He had always believed that Mipha, the graceful and formidable Zora Princess, could harbor feelings for him if given the chance. Especially after that night…

As they gathered at their usual rendezvous atop Vah Rutah, her majestic Divine Beast, Pit felt a surge of optimism. Here, in the tranquil embrace of the clouds and the gentle splash of water below, he envisioned their connection blossoming into something profound. They had shared countless moments, laughter intertwining with their conversations, and Pit had convinced himself that they were growing closer. He was unaware, perhaps willfully so, of how misplaced that confidence indeed was.

"I love you..."

"You do?"

"...But not in the way that you want me to.."

But then came her words, sharp as a well-honed blade, shattering his daydreams into a thousand jagged pieces. Despite his genuine efforts to unveil the tender layers of his heart and share vulnerabilities he had long buried, Mipha’s heart remained true to someone else.

In that moment, he grappled with the depth of his own flaws. The shimmering façade he had clad himself in began to crumble within himself, revealing the raw, aching truth beneath. His heart, heavy with the weight of unreciprocated feelings, twisted painfully between the sting of rejection and the bitter realization that his connection to the Champions, his friendship with them, was built on illusions. He fell for his own tricks in the grand scheme to fool them all.

"Mipha-icus, if I pushed you or came on too strong or ambushed you for that, I'll say I was wrong-"

"-But I'm not sorry for loving you."

This partnership had been a fragile tapestry woven together by his misconceptions and fantasies. The revelation struck him harder than any foe he had ever faced on the battlefield, leaving him at a crossroads where he had to confront his shortcomings and the reality of his loneliness in a world filled with friendships. These bonds transcended more than just survival but genuine kindness and goodness.

He was grateful to feel a part of that, even for a moment. The least he could do was remain honest to Mipha one last time.

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Though the holiday was one that the Captain of Angels didn’t typically observe with much enthusiasm, he couldn’t help but feel a flutter of delight at the infectious joy radiating from Master Aqua. Her eyes sparkled with a childlike wonder that made the atmosphere around them feel alive, brimming with warmth and merriment. The Captain, initially resistant, found himself gradually warming up to the festive spirit, thanks to the playful persistence of Kairi and Aqua. He even volunteered to assist with the decorations, particularly those that required a nimble touch to reach the higher points of the room.

As the last ornament was hung, the room underwent a magical transformation, turning into a cozy spectacle of lights and colors. Captain Pit found himself grinning mischievously. He held a sprig of mistletoe above where Aqua sat, a playful sparkle igniting in his Caribbean-blue eyes.

“I’ve heard it’s a mortal custom,” he said with a teasing lilt in his voice, “to share something special under the mistletoe… care to indulge me?”

His charm was undeniable, laced with a lightheartedness that was both charming and cheeky. He secretly hoped that Aqua was playful enough to entertain his little game, fully aware of the implications behind his words. The anticipation of the mistletoe moment hung in the air, adding a touch of excitement to the festive atmosphere.

Hip skirts sway and swish as she drifts about, spinning on heel to get from place to place, and raising her leg in attitude whenever she applies the finishing touches to a decorative piece.

It's undeniable, Aqua is most in her element during festivities. Maybe in another life she would be a creative, but in this life she was a warrior............ that indulged creative impulses. Well, her master always did tell her that she excelled because she married the arts and battle.

And her spirits couldn't be higher to know that her meddlesome partner in defending the light would indulge her. She barked a few orders here and there, but something tells her he was quite enjoying himself to have went along without a hitch. It must be the Christmas spirits! That's how she will choose to delude herself -- it makes her smile the brightest, either way.

❝ It's perfect, Pit! Your wings really came in handy! ❞ the bluebird chirps, knees together and palms clasped as she does a giddy little bounce. ❝ We've really outdone ourselves this year. ❞

Not that Pit had been here for the years prior -- he was getting a crash course into how seriously the master took the holidays, but he seems to do so amicable. And that couldn't be clearer when he approaches her with that debonair smirk of his, and something else just a bit out of view behind his back.

Aqua meets him halfway, and stands before him with her fingers interlocked before her waist. Her head tilting as though to wordlessly ask what he's brought to her, but Pit being Pit, he doesn't wait at all to reveal his little ploys.

❝ Ahhh! Where did you get that!? ❞ Fingers to her face to stave her startle -- and fluster -- she does a little jump.

Aqua should have known he'd get up to some shenanigans... and yet, she can't deny there is a bit of sincerity to the gesture, because mischievous as he was, he was doing it in line with the festivities. It made her feel like he really was making an effort to engage with the Christmas cheer!

So, even with rampant embarrassment, the master heaves heavy sigh. ❝ I guess I can't say 'no' to a Christmas Custom. ❞ And she caves to the tiniest of smiles. ❝ Alright. Now close your eyes. ❞

And when he does, she leans in to press her lips to his... or so she tries to, but Ventus's voice rang through the halls -- "These are amazing, Aqua!" -- and makes her jolt, crashing her kiss clumsily into Pit's jaw and nearly running him over in the process. She quickly grabs his shoulders to brace the two of them, before looking over her shoulder guiltily.

❝ O-Oh! Ven! You really think so? ❞ After getting herself together -- and rubbing her sore lips -- she rushes to greet her friend coming up the stairs. But something compels her to stop suddenly, and after a brief bought of thought she turns back towards Pit, with a tender gaze. ❝ I didn't do it alone, actually. Why don't you come up here and let Pit know what a great job he did. ❞

She smiles warmly, wishing for Pit know that he has a place here.

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"I can't help but wonder what this world could be. If we held each other with a bit more empathy, I can't help but feel like I led you astray. What if there's a world where we don't have to live this way?"

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"Christmas angel, huh? Heh, alright, I'll bite-icus. May all your Holiday joy be fulfilling."

Though not a tradition observed by the celestial realms of Skyworld or Olympus, the ethereal beings found it impossible to resist the allure of sharing holiday joy with humanity. Their influence in igniting happiness on Earth is unmatched, and partaking in delightful holiday treats added to their merriment. With a warm and inviting smile, the Captain of Angels waved cheerfully. The gentle rustle of his magnificent ivory wings sent a cascade of glistening snowflakes into the air, each flake sparkling like a tiny star as it floated down to the ground.

"In case-icus, I'm not here, wishing you all a wonderful holiday."

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One question haunts and hurts too much, too much to mention: Was I really seeking good or just seeking attention?

Is that all good deeds are when looked at with an ice-cold eye? If that's all good deeds are, maybe that's the reason why... No good deed goes unpunished.

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｡˚⊱ꕤ⊰˚｡ vernorexiiia : indie . semi-selective . mutlimuse/ship & crossover friendly . goddess of spring from d.isney's silly symphony short . worshipped by jamface .

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THE LIST

SNRKS.

"PFT! I don't even believe in the guy!"

Not on your life, chubby. Get fucked red fatman.

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The Gods in The Pastoral Symphony, Fantasia (1940)

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Tron: ready to fight every spikey-haired blue-eyed boy.

Sora: Being his charming usual self.

Pit: YOU WANNA GO!?

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"Ugh! ANOTHER spiky brown haired blue eyed loser?! What do I have to do to get rid of you people?! You're all popping up like daisies!!" Please ignore the obvious blush on her cheeks. You see nothing.

Smash Manor, a vibrant nexus bustling with heroes, villains, and extraordinary beings from across the multiverse, has grown remarkably since his last visit. The very structure of the Manor has expanded, showcasing grander halls and spacious arenas that can comfortably accommodate every participant, from fearsome fighters to the loyal trophies who have lent their skills in countless battles.

Inside, the atmosphere is electric, filled with spirited conversations and joyful laughter. Each room is a testament to the ever-evolving nature of this eclectic sanctuary, adorned with relics of past competitions and whispers of untold tales. The Manor continually reinvents itself, introducing new surprises around every corner, ensuring that boredom is an impossibility in this kaleidoscope of camaraderie and competition. Whether it's the thrill of an impending match or the anticipation of fresh alliances, Smash Manor thrives as a dynamic gathering point where excitement and adventure are the order of the day.

Speaking of which...

"Almost-icus, I got this... just one more."

A solitary bead of sweat trickles down Captain Pit's cheek, glistening in the warm light as he meticulously considers the placement of the last card atop the precarious tower they have constructed together. His heart races, his every move deliberate, as he feels the moment's weight. Beside him, Lucas bites his lip, his anxiety palpable as he watches Pit's unsteady hands. He shifts his gaze to Ness, whose eyes shimmer with excitement and anticipation. Ness's unwavering belief in the Captain's skill radiates from him as if he's convinced that victory is within their grasp. With a deep breath, Pit steadies himself and places the card delicately atop the tower. Silence hangs in the air, a moment suspended in time—

"Ugh! ANOTHER spiky brown haired blue eyed loser?! What do I have to do to get rid of you people?! You're all popping up like daisies!!"

A sudden jolt reverberated through the air, causing the tower to tilt precariously before it came crashing down, sending the cards tumbling and fluttering in every direction like a confetti of chaos. The cards weren't the only ones caught off guard; Captain Pit's wings flared out in a defensive display, his posture betraying his shock as he jolted dramatically at Tron's booming voice, echoing like thunder in the tense atmosphere.

"HOLYZEUS!"

Once he's finally settled, a flurry of confusion washes over him as he processes the vivid sight before him—a mysterious girl shouting in his direction, her voice piercing through the air. Oblivious to the deepening blush that colors her cheeks, Captain Pit's strikingly angelic features are now tinged with a vivid hue of embarrassment. Struggling to maintain his composure, he clenches his jaw tightly, his muscles tensing with irritation as he exhales sharply, a huff of frustration escaping his lips. Lucas and Ness were just as confused and surprised, looking back and forth between Tron and Pit.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, ok, first of all, I was here WAY before Sora or Richter, and secondly, you wanna go-icus? Who the heck are you anyway!?"

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One thing that always stood out to Captain Pit about those lively Keyblade wielders was their constant talk about friendship and matters of the heart. While Kairi and Aqua spoke fervently about their bonds, he often found himself retreating into silence, a defense mechanism he had perfected over time. Their enthusiasm only underscored his emotional detachment, especially when he learned about Riku's birthday.

The last time he celebrated his birthday was now a distant memory, but it lingered in his mind vividly. It brought forth the image of a woman with luxurious golden locks cascading down her back and penetrating emerald eyes that sparkled with life. The recollection sent a bittersweet pang through his heart.

"HEY RIKU!"

"CHRONIA POLLA, STUPID!”

Pit's voice rang out in the echoing expanse of the training hall. His ivory wings shimmered with vitality as they unfurled slightly, creating a striking contrast against the room's backdrop. With a mischievous grin plastered across his face, he twisted dramatically, casting an exaggerated, mocking expression before returning to resume his stretching routine.

Though his words were laced with a bratty, an undercurrent of sincerity lingered. The phrase he had chosen to emphasize, delivered in his mother tongue, held a more profound significance—it meant ''many years.'' This expression was often heard as a heartfelt birthday wish, a reminder of the bonds woven through time and celebration.

But Riku didn't need to know that.

Riku's Birthday

Some bitter time ago, Riku had come to terms with the fact that Pit was a reoccurring face here at the castle. Even if he didn't act like it -- and made expressly clear to the angel he wasn't happy about it -- he'd resolved to accept it and do what he could to see matters through.

But man... oh man... did this asshole make that difficult sometimes.

The young master stepped into the training hall, shedding his jacket, grateful for the reprieve of Aqua and Kairi -- they were off to other worlds to see their training through -- because he would quite frankly die if either of them suggested to throw some sort of party for today. And while he wasn't any pleased to see Pit in the room, he could at least bank on them not knowing it was his birthday... right?

He didn't know that Kairi told him.

Riku makes his way to corner of the room where Terra kept his weightlifting equipment, rolling his neck and shoulders, only to be interrupted by the echoes of Pit's shouting.

"CHRONIA POLLA, STUPID!”

❝ . . . ❞

He stops and looks over his shoulder, narrowing his eyes.

That... That has to be an insult. The STUPID at the end denotes as much! That little bastard! ❝ What, needy because Master Aqua isn't here or something? ❞ He turns and picks up a warmup pole, beginning his shoulder stretches. ❝ If you want to get stomped that bad, I could always use you as a warmup. ❞

Fighting was a lot more preferrable to birthday wishes.

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Before the Myths & Monsters, he once was the Inventor's Son.