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twst-drabbles · 16 days
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Jamil 15
Summary: You've had your fill of studying with Jamil. Now you just want to bother him a little bit. Embarrass him a little.
(So, I ended up relapsing back into my sugar addiction, which has obviously caused my writing high to vanish. So! I am trying to limit my intake once again. It will be a painful journey.)
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It wasn't anything too tough, what you asked of Jamil. It was nothing more than just a review on what is the basic of basics, things that little kids and other young ones would know by heart without having to think too deeply on it.
"Quit with the judging silence, Jamil," you said when that look of exasperation briefly crossed his face, "did you forget? I'm not from here. Born in a world of exactly zero magic. Not hidden. Nothing."
You were being a bit rude at the time but you couldn't help it. Everyone around you constantly forgets this fact about you. Whenever you end up flubbing up a simple question that apparently everyone else could answer, your little group of first years either snort, actively laugh out loud, or baby you like you weren't a full adult.
So you figured, with all the approachable and semi-approachable people you knew, you may as well ask Jamil to teach you all about the basics. At least he'll have the sense to keep his frustrations with you inside himself once he figures out just how little you knew.
You were more than ready for him to reject you on the spot and say things regarding his chores and duties to Kalim. For that case, you were ready to just ask if he could write down some notes for the questions you had written down. A sort of pen pal situation.
But, to your pleasant surprise, Jamil nodded then texted you the details later of when the first tutoring session will be.
And so here you are in Jamil's room, sitting on the floor, doodling and highlighting away as you're being told how these magical gems form, how they interact with magic, how they help beyond just collecting that noxious blot, along with subjects beyond that.
"And this is where the equations come in," Jamil leaned down and tapped at the various magical sequences you wrote down to remember later, "See, magic is very tied into the imagination of its user, however, imagination as we know it isn't enough to truly draw out all of its potential. Think of it as, imagination being a basic soup broth, and magical equations are the spices that go into it. Magic itself would then be the taste of that dish."
You've been tapping your pen against your knee for the later half of the hour. It's interesting stuff, you won't lie. It's all easy to understand at least, but you can't help the boredom that crawls up after studying for over two hours already. You're very sure Jamil isn't aware of the time, simply caught up in his relaying of knowledge as you continue to absorb it.
Kind of strange to you, honestly. You'd think Jamil would be aware of it considering how he acts and deals with Kalim. Perhaps he's enjoying himself too much, being your tutor?
You look to his face, then see that were was weight to that little theory. Jamil was leaning forward, his own pen in hand as he scribbled down his own little notes in your journal, drawing arrows this way and that to help guide your eyes when you eventually need to look back upon it.
He didn't even notice how into your personal space he was. You could sigh and your breath would brush his hair.
You waited, just because you wanted to see if he would notice. But no, he didn't. He continued to scoot closer, adding in even smaller notes as he goes down the rabbit hole of basic information being broken down into even more basic part.
"Jamil." You leaned against your hand.
You can see the way his thoughts swirled to a stop. "Hmm? What is it? Did I lose you somewhere?"
"Nope," you lightly chuckled out, "Haven't you noticed? You're getting very cozy in my space. Practically sitting on my cushion."
Just to make your point known, you tapped your pinky against Jamil's own.
He blinked, looked down to your hand, to his legs leaning against your cushion, then to your face that was inches away from his own. He seized air into his lungs as he flung himself off. He scooted himself way farther than he needed to, would've probably hugged the wall if he didn't pride himself in his quick and near unbreakable composure. His face was pulled back in near horror at what he's done.
You laughed and leaned back on your palms. "Come on, I don't mind. Be as close as you want."
Jamil was quick, as always, to put himself back together. He smoothed down his hair, did some breathing exercises, then blurted out, "Let's take a small break before we continue. Please."
"Alright, alright," you waved. And Jamil fast walked right out of his own room.
Did you tease him too much? He was practically sweating under the collar. Couldn't even look you directly in the eye. If he can't handle this much teasing, you can only imagine how he'd be if you were to be merciless.
Well, hopefully you don't give him a heart attack.
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twst-drabbles · 20 days
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Weeps loudly over your latest work for the Years Later AU. At this point, I’d just have to tell my folks, “yeah I’m gonna stay in mirror world and marry an octopus, love you xoxo”
Hahaha, I'm kind of sad that I don't have the most powerful imagination because the older version of the cast is just a blur in my mind beyond some very minor details, like some gray hairs and wrinkles. It didn't used to be like that, honestly. I need to work on that, get the practice in and whatnot.
Can't help but imagine how that would turn out. You marry Azul, he spends the rest of his life with you, the whole thing and then you go back to your original world very visibly aged despite like, only a year or so passing. Probably won't be recognized as the same person anymore.
Or, if I really want to do some time-axis bullshit, you don't age as fast, if at all. Your body aging is following the time-axis of your home world, so while everyone is visibly aging right before your eyes, you're barely following. Fun stuff, fun stuff.
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twst-drabbles · 22 days
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Azul 26
Summary: Dinner with Azul was done. You have caught up with what he's been doing over the years, and now it's time for you to be off on your travels. You stop yourself to say one final thing, just so he knows.
(I'll be skipping around because I have scenes in the head and I don't want to write in chronological order. That and I have no clue what the meetings should be like. Brain is empty!)
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Haa, alright, it's now or never. If you walk through that door now without saying a thing, you know you'll just leave without a trace once more.
So, you turn around. You can't allow yourself to be coward like this.
"Hey, Azul," you still had his attention, but you had to call to him again, just to focus yourself, "when I leave again, I'm not going to be coming back."
Your tongue almost added 'probably,' at the end, but you won't lie to him.
"Well, I can hardly blame you at all," Azul shook his head, a tired smile waning on his face, threatening to disappear, "stay here and abandon those you've risked so much to get back home to, or go back and let all this drift off into a gentle dream. The choices you've made, I know you to never go back on them."
You didn't move as Azul approached your side. You hate the thought of wavering in any capacity, so you kept your focus on Azul's face, even as it became harder to take in that gentle smile.
"…I won't be able to attend any of your parties, or diners, you know?" It took too much time for Malleus to even get his invitation to you. He was waiting every day by that mirror for ten odd years in hopes you'd respond. And it's a miracle that you did.
A fluke, probably, that it only took ten years. Who's to say it won't be more next time? Who's to say that Malleus will be able to reach you at all? Well, perhaps he'll be able to figure it out and get invitations and letters through in a shorter period of time. You'll still be late, no matter how fast they're sent, because you lived in a different time-axis than the people here.
This world is beautiful, as well as the world back home, but… you don't think you can stand the thought of coming back to world that will always forget you. Where, so many years pass by that your existence just… faded away while you're still alive and living.
Azul nodded, "A shame you won't be able to attend my funeral when it comes. I was planning on having some delectable snacks there too."
The lightness he treated the subject kept you calm, but you didn't like the way your stomach gained more weight at the thought. But, well, you suppose the thought of death and what comes afterward comes when you see the changes in the mirror, see the way the eyes start sinking just the slightest bit deeper, and the way your face gains more lines with time, and the annoying pains in places you didn't expect them to be.
"…yeah," you had to push the word out. You put your hands in your pockets, "Guess I'll miss that too. I'll miss a lot of things."
You missed too many things already, so what's a lot more? May as well not have come here at all if this was what's going to greet you.
A younger Azul probably would have bargained or negotiated his way into getting you to stay. He tried to do so the minute he found out the way home was one-way only. You didn't like it then, the way he was scrambling for something that'll entice you to stay just a few more minutes longer, until he reaches a far away milestone or until his name reaches the ears of those famous and lofty. But, as Azul said, you've always been one to stick with your decisions.
Like weeds, you make sure to get everything out before they dig deeper. Half-assing everything, with anything regarding your life, was simply something you could never do, especially not when you know yourself to leave things until the last minute if you allow yourself.
That's what a younger Azul was hoping for, almost begging for even.
But, not this one.
This Azul's hands were on his custom made cane, drumming his fingers on the hilt as he hummed a familiar tune and tapped with his good foot.
"…you know," may as well get it off your chest while you're here, "it's kind of unfair, for me at least. Everything is still so fresh in my mind," The younger faces, the weird little habits and childish antics, the word tics, "and I came here just to have a little fun, like back in college. But…"
But…
"But we're not the same as we once were," nothing about Azul's composure was lost. It was weird, seeing his smile capable of this type of experienced gentleness, originating from pain he has probably long since come to terms with. He held a hand out towards you, inviting you to take it, "While I can't say I'm a better version than the one you remember, I am different. And I will be different tomorrow and the days onward. If you don't intend to come back once you go home, then let us at least have some fun like you wanted to. Nothing wrong with making more memories, is there? Or do you intend to leave this older gentleman such as I alone on the dance floor?"
You stared at his hand, then his face, and let out an airy chuckle. "Alright, alright old man. Quit it with the Crowley-isms."
You walked past the curtains that gave you two all the privacy you needed, and pulled Azul into a dance you're familiar with. But, it seems he wasn't ready. Poor man stumbled into you.
This time, Azul had to laugh as his hat fell off. "Be careful with me, don't you know how delicate and soft I am? Leave a bruise on me and I'll demand compensation from you."
"With what money?" You barely brought anything.
"Not money, time. I'll demand another dance." Azul is still as cheeky as ever.
"Aren't you gonna pick up your hat?" You can see it getting kicked around by the more drunken folks around here.
"Leave it. It's doesn't matter when I'm having fun. Let the world see my graying hairs."
That's… you were not focused on that. Besides…
"Isn't your hair already gray?"
"Oh come on. Don't tell me you can't see the difference? Look, see? Right there."
And you couldn't. Because you both were still moving and twirling around. It's awkward.
"Azul, we're dancing. I can't really focus on it."
Then, Azul sighed. "I really do have to be more blunt with you, don't I? I'm asking you to touch my hair. So touch it. There won't be a fee, I promise. The feeling alone is it's own reward."
"Should've started off with that Azul."
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twst-drabbles · 24 days
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Octavinelle 17
Summary: A stranger approaches you while you're relaxing on the beach. Your large seafolk don't really take to people just coming up to you all that well.
(My brain is all over the place again. Writing a little bit of everything. Have patience and enjoy the seafolk intimidating peeps with their large forms. I have written, so many words!)
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That pocket dimension back home was a strange thing indeed. There wasn't really a surface to breach, nor was there a beach to lay on. It was just water in all directions, no matter how far one goes.
So, with the help of some potions and other magical things, you took the seafolk right into an odd beach that you're more than sure Crowley made somehow. You don't know how, but it had crow shape stones sitting on top of a boulder, so you know he did something.
Well, either way, this place was yours for the playing and the relaxing with.
As soon as you set up the towel and umbrella, all of the seafolk carefully set into the water before they all just dove in.
Azul sank deep into the water as soon as he morphed into his true form, just making bubbles with his lips while he sat there and enjoyed the sun.
Jade seemed to be carving into a raised rock in the water with his claw. He always seems to be busying himself with various little projects and hobbies. Likes to keep his hands busy when he can, for one reason or another.
And Floyd was, well, being Floyd. He was diving to the bottom and seems to be digging for things. Clams, sand-dollars, dead starfish. And just when you weren't paying attention to him, he threw wet sand and seaweed right at your knees.
You didn't exactly come to the beach for yourself to be perfectly honest. Sure, the waters are crystal clear and the weather was just perfect, but it was just one of those days where you simply want to bask in the sun, take in the sea-salt smell and listen to the waves as the seafolk played among themselves.
"Uh, hey! Excuse me," then, an unfamiliar voice interrupted your daydreaming. "Is this spot taken?"
A stranger has made there way here. In a place with clear signs that this was a private beach.
You gave a sigh and pushed yourself up.
"Yeah, spot's taken," you waved behind you, "might want to go elsewhere. It's a private beach."
"Wait, really? Well, can I stay? It's not like you anyone needs to know. You don't really need all this space to yourself right? See, it's my kid's birthday and I wanted to bring the family somewhere really special and--"
Then, there was a dual harsh clicking, right from the throats of Jade and Floyd as they crawled from the waters they were just splashing around in. Jade came to your right side, Floyd covered your left. Water dripped off of them both and right onto your skin.
"…holy--"
A hand landed gently dug its gray fingers into sand and your once guppy dragged himself out of the ever-deep ocean. Deliberately slow, both to not make the waves blanket you while you're relaxing under the shade and also to establish a presence.
You would scold him, but Azul's entirely too in character to really listen. He, Jade and Floyd. Look at them all. Jade was curling his large tail this was and that around your legs to truly make his size and length known. Floyd was grinning and looked three seconds away from slithering right up to this stranger and squeezing him just for the fun of it. And Azul…
Azul didn't do anything besides plop his chin on his folded hands, oh so politely lowering himself just to meet the gaze of this stranger who wandered into this spot snagged. His smile wasn't wide but it was there. Empty, not a shred of warmth in there, but charming to those that don't know him.
"My, I wasn't expecting a guest at all, especially not on this private part of the beach," without the water and layers of barrier to separate you all, Azul's voice was sharper than you're used to. Weird. "Had I known ahead of time that strangers were prone to just wandering into places they're not supposed to be, I would've prepared some entertainment."
Ah. He's angry. Just angry and annoyed. Doesn't see this person as any sort of threat or danger, otherwise there wouldn't be any words. There would only be odd masterfully manipulated waves as they avoid you, but drag this stranger under into the dark depths of the sea.
"Should I do the honors and receive this guest?" Jade gave a wide smile, baring his teeth, "I'll be sure to give them the warmest of welcomes."
"Oh come on, isn't it my turn this time?" Floyd clapped a hand on Jade's shoulder, "I'm sure this little slug could do with some squeezing."
"Stop that," you sighed out, kicking Jade's and Floyd's tail off of your legs. Ugh, they're all slimed up. You didn't get up, just lifted your head to look at the slowly retreating stranger, "Yeah, you might want to leave. Public beach is a ways down from here. Hope you can snag a spot for the birthday celebration."
"Thank you so much sorry to bother you have a nice day!" Apparently that was all the permission they needed to make a mad dash out of here. Well, as much one could dash on dry sand and sandals.
"Oh dear, they tripped," Jade noted, "should I help them up?"
"Jade," you warned.
"I'm joking, dear Caretaker," he injected a lot of fondness in that sentence.
But yeah, a joke. Sure.
"Alright, now then," Azul, let the facade drop and rolled his shoulders, not used to his true weight on land, "let's leave the Caretaker to their relaxing while we take a swim, shall we?"
"Huh?" Floyd, not in the mood, flopped over right over your thighs. You made a noise of discomfort, heavy as he was, but Floyd ignored you. "I don't wanna. I'm tired of just swimming and hunting."
"Really now, why must you be like this?" Azul sighed, tired of his antics, but then something caught his eye in the distance, "Would you say no to chasing boats?"
Now that caught his attention. "Oh? Where? Let me see."
"There, that red dot in the distance," Azul didn't finish before Floyd dragged himself back into the water. He speed off and soon was out of line of sight.
"Hmm, I wonder if they'll have anything interesting on their vessel," Jade follows after, a little slower.
"Azul," you called to him before he could sink back under, "come here."
Just his face alone was enough to give you all the shade you needed and more. He leaned in close, wanting to hear every word that comes out of you.
"Yes?"
"Make sure none of you get into legal trouble," because attempting to stop any all trouble all together was just not going to happen. May as well just settle for this instead so it doesn't go back to you.
Azul gave the softest of laughs. "Well, if that boat is so willing to risk fishing in protected waters, then they shouldn't be afraid of the consequences that may happen. Of what may lurk in the seas they treat as an untouched treasury."
"Azul."
"Fine fine, but I won't make promises."
Eh, that's enough for you. Trying is better than nothing.
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twst-drabbles · 1 month
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Augh, I’m so invested in your what-if scenario of years passing in Twisted Wonderland but for Prefect, it’s only been a year! Would love to see more of it, especially if Prefect gets to meet the other boys who have become older, more handsome, more well-adjusted.
Cough maybe old feelings still kindling in their chests for their beloved Prefect COUGH
I especially like to think of scenes where, because they're older and wiser, they think that whatever power to fluster the Prefect had has faded away.
Nope. Prefect can still make their hearts beat too fast and the reminder has them embarrassed as all hell. You're never too old to have your heart flutter like a maiden.
And also I like to think of what drama would come around it. Like, oh? You paying them to date you now? Taking a little side thing I see.
Even worse if any of them are in arranged marriages. The slander! The rumors! Oh and obviously the angst that comes with so much time passing by. Imagine the pain of having some of these people actually forgetting your name because it's been a long time for them. And the friendships that have faded with time because they're so busy with their own lives that they couldn't keep in touch.
Fun stuff to think about. Time is cruel and forever marches forward whether we want it to or not. There is comfort in that, that time passes by anyway though.
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twst-drabbles · 1 month
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Malleus 15
Summary: A way home was finally found a year after you rejected Malleus's advances. Once you got home and were settled in, an invitation made it's way to you, written to you by Malleus Draconia, King of Briar Valley. How many years have passed?
(I've been on an odd writing spree, but for my original writings. It's weird, but I'll take it! Anyways, have a what-if situation of a King Malleus still yearning for the Prefect! Might continue it if people are interested enough in this what-if scenario.)
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"Then would it be possible," Malleus reaching out to you as you faced the star-filled sky, "for you and I to share in each others lives?"
…and so the day finally came. When Malleus would gather up his courage and confess in the way all faeries do, in sentences layered over passionate feelings.
Honestly, the thought of being in a relationship with Malleus didn't sound all that bad. He's a sweet man, if a bit air headed with how easily lost in.
You do feel bad, honestly, for the fact that your feelings never ran deeper than general interest. You don't yearn for him, you can't. Especially not when you know that he's a prince. If you want to love him properly, if you want to build upon this general interest, you'd have to accept that specific part of him.
However, when you imagine the future laying before you, you see that it has nothing to do royalty.
Malleus has done nothing wrong. It's just unfortunate that he's a prince. His future was simply not one that will mesh well with your own.
"My life in my own," you said, "I don't intent to share it anymore than I already have. I'm… simply not interested."
You knew him too well. You can't pretend to be ignorant and go through hoops just to convince yourself that surely he didn't mean that, that he meant something different and that it's all platonic. Because, to you, that's just an excuse to not be blunt and say no. To avoid hurting the other party.
But avoiding what needs to be said is worse.
So, you had to reject him and leave it at that. You didn't like hurting him, but you also can't delude yourself and think that everything will somehow work out, especially since your feelings don't match his own.
Malleus didn't push and you didn't make him leave. And so you both stayed, continuing on as you always have, two people with positions too unique to truly be ignored.
The day came that you would leave. You said your goodbyes, you had your parties and feasts, and when all was said and done, you were relieved to be leaving. To finally go back home.
You waved to them all, to all the people you've met along the way, and passed through the mirror without a second glance back.
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Time barely passed by when you got home. So little time, in fact, that your phone was still near to full battery. Dust didn't collect on your bed or dining table like you expected, and there wasn't a single voice message or text asking about your whereabouts.
It's as if you didn't vanish at all. Well, to be fair, you weren't the kind of person to keep in constant or close touch with anyone. You liked your alone time a little more than the average person, but it wasn't anything to make you feel guilty over.
In fact, you're relieved, that only a minimal amount of time has escaped you. You didn't have to go home to frantic worries, to people getting angry out of concern for your sudden disappearance. Everything was calm and level. It was easy enough to go back to the routine you had before.
You missed this, you will admit that. You missed the air and scent of your bed, the grocery store and all its busy chatting, the scent of baked or fried snacks surrounding the local flea market, and even the way the wind flows through the trees. Sure sure, the land you were previously in had all these things, but they weren't yours if that made sense.
Honestly, after a while, you were almost convinced that everything that went on back in Night Raven College was just a dream. If only because, like a dream, you can really only enter and exit such places once.
But then an invitation entered your hand.
Addressed to you, handwritten in such a way that can only be taught in professional calligraphy classes. It tells of a tour around the gardens in the abode of the King of Briar Valley.
King, huh? Has that much time really passed? Putting that aside for a moment, you can't say you were shocked that, out of all people to be able to send a letter right to you, you would place your bets on Malleus.
That being said, you couldn't say no. It's been a while but you're familiar with Malleus's language. A simple tour just for the sake of a tour? No, that's not it at all. He probably misses you. And, to an extent, you miss being over there. A visit is probably due right about now.
And, if things go the same way as they did last time, you'll be gone then back in the blink of an eye.
So, you wrote your reply and placed in on the nearest full body mirror.
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You probably should've practiced your landing when it comes to mirror traveling. You fell right through, though you were lucky enough to grab the edge of the mirror before you could crack your knees.
Immediately, you were hit with the scent of cold and old magic, that sharp scent, not quite ozone, less metallic than that, less chemical-like than that. It was neutral magic, subdued in smell but overpowering enough to fill your sense anyway.
It's been a hot minute since you've been here. You're not quite to magic anymore, and you couldn't help but start coughing and clearing your throat.
Then, you were practically washed away with the smell of fresh rosemary.
"You…" And, as you expected, his voice stayed the same, and yet you can hear it, that small bit of quivering, as though he can't believe what's before him. "So, the invitation did make its way towards you, dear Child of Man. Are you alright? Are you sick?"
You held out your hand and coughed into your hand, trying to get this weird stickiness out.
"I'm, ugh, I'm fine, Hornton," Ah, should you really be calling him that now that he's king, apparently? Ah, who cares, you're the guest, you can be forgiven. "It's been a bit. Not all that used to magic anymore, is all."
And then, you looked up. Before, you wouldn't say his horns were malleable or soft, but there is a difference to them. Their color has darkened, and there these silver decorations about them that made those horns seem longer than they actually are.
There was a laugh. "Are my horns truly such a marvel? Well, if you so ask, I won't mind you touching them, if only to prove to you that they are no mere illusion."
"No, I'm good on that front," you sighed then finally looked to Malleus's face. "Huh. You look… older."
Older, and that's honestly kind of concerning for you. He isn't aged, not in the same way you've felt around Lilia. Yes yes, Lilia has a youthful face to him, but after a while, you can't help but notice the little things that betray his true age. Much like now, where you can see the slightest dips in his eyes, near his mouth.
Like most fae, they seem forever young, but the signs don't skip anyone no matter long they stay alive.
The fact is, enough time has passed that Malleus visibly aged.
Malleus, in all his kingly regalia, closed his eyes and took a deep breathe in. "It hasn't been that long. How many years…twenty? Perhaps thirty or less? Ah but, that's an age for children of men, isn't it? And yet, time hasn't so much as glanced at you. You look just the same as I remember, perhaps more youthful. But, that aside, I'm glad to know that this invitation made it you, before life has left your body."
…thirty years? Thirty years? So, time really does pass by differently in your home, huh? That's… you don't know what to think, honestly. Awful? Interesting? It certainly doesn't feel good.
"That long? How much did I miss?" Were there reunions? Letters written to you but could never be sent? And how is everyone else doing with their lives? Are they still alive? Did someone die an early death potentially? And what about families? Did they start some?
…ugh, you hate this feeling. You only have theories and questions and already you're feeling left out from it all.
Well, all you can do is take it one step at a time. Get to know what has happened, and move forward from there. You have no choice but to do so.
Malleus placed a gloved hand on his chin. "…it would take too much time to say right now. Perhaps I'll tell you all that I know as I walk you around the garden? You did accept the invitation, did you not?"
Your mind wasn't quite here, so you just nodded with a, "Right, right."
"Then," Malleus turned, his hair much longer now, perfectly groomed without a knot in there, "shall we be off?"
And you followed, feeling a bit awkward in the fact you were just wearing casual wear.
"…is that lipstick you're wearing, Hornton?" Probably not what you should be focusing on, but you couldn't help but notice. You're more used to his pallid lips than that luscious color.
"Hmm? Why, yes. It was shade recommended to me by one of my servants. If I remember right, this was something crafted by Schoenheit."
"Oh, so his stuff's world famous now, I take it?"
"World famous? Hmm, not quite sure what that entails, but the influence has made its place here. So, influential enough. Does it look odd on me?"
"Don't worry, it looks nice."
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twst-drabbles · 1 month
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(If this counts as a request feel free to delete this)
I saw the combination au(the one where all the aus are the same person) from November and now I'm thinking about how the boys the critters modeled after would react to it
I'd imagine one similar to the Tsum reactions
Hmm considering that the pets are rather territorial critters, they probably wouldn't have the best of relationships. See, the pets have modeled themselves after these people specifically so that Prefect no longer has to interact with these humans. But the humans keeps coming back, so they get into a variety of shenanigans to drive them away.
Riddle thought pet Riddle was dignified, but then he was lassoed to the ceiling, so now they both glare at each other. Riddle could very well blast him away with magic, but he will not stoop that low. Ace and Deuce have a mutual grumpiness going on, on the account pet Ace and Deuce used toy cars to trip them and lock them in a closet. Again, won't hurt them but they will probably trap them under a bucket or box. Trey does not allow pet Trey in the kitchen or anywhere near his food, and Cater is extremely protective of his phone on the account of pet Cater throwing his phone down a second story window.
Leona refuses to allow pet Leona around him and is highly tuned to his presence. Will not hesitate to blow him away with a bit of wind magic so he doesn't turn to sand and blow it right into his mouth. Ruggie straight up leaves anytime he sees pet Ruggie because he steals his stuff, and Jack has taken to carrying around a wipe or a blow drier because pet Jack will always bring moisture to his tail. Uncomfortable.
Azul is cautious around pet Azul, on the account on how easily he weaponizes his tears and takes his wallet. Jade and Floyd obviously like to tease the little seafolk Jade and Floyd. They tend to leave with bite marks on their fingers because they got too close. Entirely their fault in this case.
Jamil is a little cautious around Naga Jamil, honestly. Not out of any sort of fear, he doesn't mind being in the same room as him it's just, uncanny, having something with your face on it. It's weird. That and he doesn't forget he's dealing with a snake. Probably has venom in there.
Vil isn't bothered at all by Pet Vil, if anything, he's entertained by Siren Vil's attempts at always grabbing your attention just when Vil needs yours. Well, he wasn't bothered until he started to be in the same room as him and started singing loud enough to drown him out. And Epel straight up does not like his pet counter part, on the account that he throws overripe apples right at him. He has to take so many showers to get the smell out.
Idia obviously doesn't like his pet counterpart as well, but it's kind of funny how those two mutually scare each other. Wisp Idia stalks and freaks Idia out when he comes out at night, but sometimes Wisp Idia gets distracted enough for Idia to accidentally sneak up on him and scare them both. And Ortho is more tired of Wisp Ortho than anything, since Wisp Ortho likes to possess any of his limbs and move them around without his permission.
Sebek pretends that he's above getting into arguments with pet Sebek, but then pet Sebek would bite his shoes and do his death rolls so they yell at each other quite a bit. Lilia and pet Lilia are... weird. They smile at one another but it's the kind of smile you'd see on Rook when he's about to go on a hunt. Lilia still finds pet Lilia adorable though, even after pet Lilia peed on his shoulder. And Malleus has never found a more entertaining pet than this little one Malleus. Daring to take on his form, to go as far as to copy his thorns. A very bold pet. So bold that he can't help but find it's dislike of him very entertaining.
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AAAAAAH, your work with Jade in your latest entry with eldritch prefect is so— clenches fist, so damned good. I’m such an absolute sucker for any of the twst guys who are so sure of themselves become pathetic and needy for the prefect. I’m in love, thank you so much for indulging me!!!
I'm all about self indulgence! Glad to see you love it as much as you do. It was an interesting thought process, trying to walk down the path of how Jade would be in that state of being when he's so self assured of himself. The Eldritch Prefect part of the fic wasn't all that long, but I still find it nice either way.
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Floyd 10
Summary: Sometimes when Crowley irritates you, you like to throw Floyd right at him.
(Really like the thought of slinging this eel around like a ferret.)
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Ever since Crowley installed a number of automatic systems that basically did his chores for him, he's been coming over more and more often out of sheer boredom. He pops over in your house unannounced, hogs your television when you want to use it, and has even taken over a lot of your chores just as you were in the mood to do them.
And right now, he's watering your berry bushes like he didn't take the hose from your hand.
"Neglecting your berry bushes like this, how awful!" Crowley complained loudly like you weren't right there in your backyard, splashing your feet about with Floyd chasing after your toes. "But, because I am very kind, I shall do it for you at almost no cost!"
You pinched Floyd between your ankles and threw him to the end of the pond. He flailed and squealed as he went sailing.
You yelled back, "No Crowley, you're not watching your shows on my TV! And I'm not making you snacks!"
He has his own television! And you know he can make his own snacks! You've seen him on a cooking show once at 1 AM! He knows this stuff! He doesn't need you to do any of this. And besides, when he gets too into whatever drama he got himself into, he whoops and hollers just as you're about to enter the realm of sleep.
Seriously, you already have issues with sleeping at a consistent time and this bird-brained man is not making things better for you. You have things to do! Pets to take care of and entertain when their solo enrichment wasn't enough.
"Oh come on," Crowley scoffed in that way that never fails to irritates you. That specific scoff like you're some silly kid that's claiming things for themselves because they haven't digested the concept of sharing. "Don't tell me you have forgotten basic manners. You haven't been an adult for that long and already you don't want to show appreciation for all these things I'm doing for you."
"I don't need you to do shit for me, Old Crow," your whisper came out as a hiss.
Crowley was struck by nickname he probably thought was dead on your tongue. "Old-!"
"What I need from you," you smiled and dunked your entire arm into the pond. You grabbed Floyd just as he was about to nip at your calves. "Is for you to get a hobby!"
And like a rocket being launched, you threw Floyd directly to the back of Crowley's head. You may have thrown this eel one too many times. His posture was perfectly straight, arms sticking right out like he's one of those superheroes in a cartoon, and his face was perfectly pensive as though you're sending him off on a mission.
You didn't really mean for him to land perfectly on the back of Crowley's head. You just wanted Floyd to get, like, around his back but oh well. Too late now.
Floyd gripped his teeth and claws into Crowley's hair just as he tipped forward at the new weight.
"What in-" Then, Floyd slipped his tail under Crowley's collar, then whipped it around with no mercy! "Mmmah!"
"Ah, Floyd's slime wiping attack," you noted with a chuckle. You've been victim of that move a few times before. You're pretty sure it's not any sort of territory marking so much as he wants to gross people out. "I am not sorry."
Seriously, just because he's bored, Crowley thinks he can annoy you and not face any of your antics. If he wants to spend time with you so much, he should at least call or text ahead. Or go hang out with literally anyone else in this neighborhood. There's not a single person here that doesn't know him by name.
"Get him off!" Crowley sprinted right past you, trying to grab Floyd but his poor hands are covered in slime, "Get him off!"
"Hmm," you splashed around the pond some more. "Nah."
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Lilia 12
Summary: You're taking a bath and Lilia decided to come in.
(Just cute Sanctuary Lilia things. Being a little shit. You know the drill with him.)
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Today was simply a day filled to the brim with chores. You cleaned out the various baths, removed the fallen tree branches from your backyard after a storm hit, entertained Crowley when he popped over for a unprompted visit, and dragged Crowley back to his house when he passed out in your chair watching the latest soap opera that he somehow remembers all the details of.
And now you're here, taking a bath rather than a shower, because you wanted nothing more than some almost too-hot water to seep right into your joints and muscles. You're not as young as you used to be, but you curse your body nonetheless. Time was a cruel thing that your body was too weak to stand against.
But, this was your only body, so you had no choice but to take care of it, regardless of your feelings towards it. So, all you have to do is just sit back and relax.
However, you're having a hard time doing that, on the account Lilia was standing on the edge of the tub.
"What are you doing here?" You didn't turn around. You liked looking at the sparkly stickers placed on your ceiling.
Lilia tilted his head, not a peep out of him. Even made his eyes glittery and wide, as though his cuteness will be enough for you to give him attention.
It almost worked, unfortunately you're too bothered by the dull pain of strained muscles. You're not annoyed or irritated but a few wrong moves from Lilia could easily get you there.
"Don't do that Lilia, I'm not in the mood." Only then did you close your eyes.
Next thing you knew, you felt a gust of cooler air, the sharp smell of magic, then hot water flowing over your hands.
You opened your eyes to mischievous red ones staring right at you.
No wings, no ears, and neck fluff missing. His arms, entirely human, wrapped around your neck but he didn't get any closer than that.
You frowned. "Lilia, your clothes are getting wet."
You can feel his tights pressing against your thighs, the ruffles of his shorts flowing around in the water, and his large black coat grew heavy and damp with the steam in the air.
"My, my," Lilia leaned dramatically back, hand over his heart, "I come in in all my cutely decorated self, and all you can focus on is the state of my clothes. Are you truly so tired that even your eyes won't let you enjoy my smaller self? I even carefully combed my fluff and everything."
…huh.
You blinked. "Your fluff is nice but I like to take baths alone. You know this. I know this. Why are you actually here?"
You know Lilia to cause a bit of chaos for the sake of entertaining himself, but rarely is he oblivious to your state of being. He should know, or at least figured out that you just want to have a little peace to yourself.
When you made your intentions known, Lilia dropped the dramatics and simply sighed. He removed his arm from your neck and laid his head on the tub. He popped a random bubble as it passed by.
"You've overworked yourself today," he flicked some water onto your shoulder, "I know the feeling of aging bones and muscles. And the need to deny yourself rest because you have to make up for what you've lost or wasted. I just wanted to make sure you didn't collapse while getting out of the tub. It's happened to me, once or twice."
Just to play along, you flicked water back. It landed on his nose, causing him to snort.
"I'm not about to turn to dust, Lilia," you're certainly not as old as he is, "Though, your concern is lovely. But you should still get out of my tub. You're making all the water splash over."
Lilia smiled in the way cats do, eyes thinning. "Only if you let me help you wash up. If not, then I'll just stay right here."
Haa… You know what, alright. You're tired and you just want to get this over with and go to bed.
"Fine, fine. Nothing below the waist though."
"Of course! Let me get my new soaps I found."
Found, huh?
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Greetings
You keep dropping fae crumbs in dias dribbles, you also mentioned fae food in Sebeks
That would surely add a level of danger to Lilia's cooking to the unsuspecting student
I guess silver can just never eat human food since he grew up with fae food
No mushroom risotto for him then
It's just fun adding in little faerie bits to really cement this other worldliness of the Diasomina group. They're dangerous enough that most other students want to avoid them, but not to such an extent that interacting with them is not worth it. Just gotta be aware of the rules, of their habits and just how densely weaved magic is in their everyday life.
Considering that he consulted a guide on how to feed a child, I would imagine that Lilia didn't give him any of the fae food. Traveled across human lands to get the groceries he needed for the baby Silver. Get him to enjoy the human foods. Doesn't want to take that away from him, as much as Lilia wanted to listen to his selfish nature and just, feed him fae food and never want for anything else. That, and Lilia understands, to an extent, how humans love their offspring.
Lilia may not be human, but he can at least emulate such behaviors so that he doesn't fumble and potentially mess this little human up. Really, at first it was such a hassle, trying to figure why his method of making food was so dangerous but he got the hang of it.
Probably could make for some potential angst on Silver's part since this is his dad. Being unable to share or enjoy the same foods is just... not a great feeling, you know? And that's only the starting point of all the many, many differences that Silver didn't notice until later on in life.
Really, love that good ol blue and orange morality, though it's only the barest of blue and orange. I'm not good enough of a writer to get into the deep details of it all. But I will try!
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fish eye 4 is something I never knew I needed you outdid yourself, I literally reread it 3 times when I first saw it
The parallel between the bug and jade?
Jade crying?
chefs kiss
Hehehehe thank you. I honestly thought it was a little heavy handed, the parallels. But, that's where my mind went, and I wasn't about to deny what my brain wants just because I thought it wasn't the pinnacle of perfection.
All this context just for the end result of making Jade cry. Hmm, how fun!
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I’m very fascinated by your Fish’s Eye situation with Octavinelle. I’d love for a situation that pushes maybe Jade of all people to the point of sobbing and tears? If that’s alright with you? Would love it too if he pathetically came to Eldritch Prefect and they comforted him like he’s a kicked pup. Very self-indulgent request, coughs.
Heheheh I had a ton with this. It's always fun to make this man suffer and then have him crawling right back to the Eldritch Prefect. I hope this satisfies you! There is body horror in this piece, along with Jade unknowingly trapping himself in a cycle of suffering just to feel something other than boredom and frustration that always ends with him crawling right back to the Eldritch Prefect.
Trapped in a Fish's Eye 4
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Trapped in a Fish's Eye 4
Summary: "Experiment all you like with that fruit fly," you gave a wave and a smile, as though Jade was simply going shopping, "Just keep my warnings in mind, alright?"
(Over 1500 words on this piece. I, uh, I had fun with this one. There be body horror, and some gore. And Jade making himself suffer. And him crying. I had a lot of fun.)
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It started off as a jar with a bug. A simple fruit fly that managed to make it's way in here via the lapels of a random Octavinelle student. Normally Jade would be quick to get rid of it, bugs make a poor sight in any place they're not meant to be, but to the bug's misfortune, Jade was very much bored.
Well, he will kill it eventually, but he wanted to do something with it first.
He wanted to expose it to the light, to the gaze that casts itself upon this dorm. After all, there are many, many questions running around Jade's head now that he was deprived of everything else that lay outside.
Questions such as: is it only people such as he, of similar intelligence that are affected? Is this madness of mind and flesh reserved for those inside? Or does any creature count? Do you need to make eye contact with it? And if eye contact is needed, can one resist it?
Such questions can't possibly be answered with just one bug, but it'll at least give him something.
Jade didn't dare touch the light, he used a pair of tongs instead to move a loose piece of wall paper. It was a hole he discovered by accident, a testament of the age of this dorm, and the cheapness of Headmage Crowley.
The bug, trapped in a jar, was flying as it always does. It bumped against the glass, desperate to search for a way out, to locate the food it was dragged away from. The soft blue light was a mere slice upon the glass, so thin even a child's eyes would be unable to focus on it.
But it was enough. It landed on the bug, a line that landed right on its red eyes.
It stopped flying. It fell, as though in reverence, as though whatever was in that light ripped out every little thought that made it a fly.
Jade watched it crawl up the jar, back to the place where the light cut into its eyes.
Its wings shriveled up and fell into a scattering of dust, as though they were held over an open flame. Then its abdomen swelled. It grew and grew, with something writhing and cracking its harder outer shell before it simply… popped.
Its head stayed small, with limbs to match, but the rest of it. There were falling fish scales, long and rubbery fins that moved through the jar with a grace that should not exist in a fly. The strings of insect flesh, and what was once its organs shivered, seized, then twisted themselves until they were new and hairy insect legs. In the innermost section of this bloated fly, Jade saw a cluster of white, milky eyes, like the eggs of a squid. Their pupils didn't focus on him. In fact, they appear to be unable to focus on anything.
Jade closed the gap in the wall. Only then did the fly collapse to the bottom of the jar, unable to withstand its new weight.
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Jade was slow to pour in the acid inside the glass jar. A trickle, sometimes pattering out to mere drops, but they always meet the flesh of the deformed and engorged insect with a spitting sizzle. The creature squirmed and screamed. It attempted to use its many new legs to crawl out, to escape from this pain, but it's as if it's fighting a battle with itself. One side of the violet bulbous creature would crawl up the jar, the other would dig itself further into the jar.
Once enough acid melted through it's pulsing, hairy body, it successfully ripped itself in two.
"Wow, you really like to keep everything dark in here don't ya, Jade? Why not get some light in this place? At least I'll be able to see what you're doing."
Jade can practically imagine Floyd leaning against the door, peering into the darkness that both he and his sibling can so easily see through. Jade doesn't need to turn around, nor does Floyd need the lights. They both know each other just the slightest bit too well.
"There's no need," Jade waved him off, "Nothing more than a boorish hobby for someone such as me. There's nothing interesting about it."
Jade heard a single footstep and he dumped all the acid into the jar. Whatever screams this creature was capable of were drowned and melted down. It became nothing more than bits of dissolved mush.
So, even this thing, no longer a fly, can become like this.
Jade thought he saw something twitching, perhaps some latent energy inside those numerous limbs, and pressed to the bottom of the jar with a stirring rod.
"That's real gross," Floyd said with a grin, resting his head on the table Jade was at, "What were you playing with this time? Another bug?"
"The same bug."
The fruit fly with one wing smaller than the other and missing it's left back-most leg. The one that has a preference for the sweet and sticky residue left behind by soda cans and jam jars. The same fly who's residues Jade leaves with you to bring back, over and over again by means he's still unable to peek or drag out of you.
"Hmm, that's boring." Floyd sighed out, deflating on the table. Jade felt his urge to knock over the glass jar of acid, so he moved it away and held it against him.
"I told you," Jade said, lightly swishing the little bits around the solution, "A boring hobby for a very bored person."
Jade can't very well use the fishes inside that tank, as Azul paid a pretty penny for those visual delights, and rats simply do not exist here. A fly is all Jade can work with, all he can play with.
Even though the results are always the same.
It's as they both say, "It's boring." A static numbness over the brain. Irritating and truly unwanted.
"I hope you have a good day," Jade said as he walked away.
"You try and have a good one too, Jade," Floyd called after him but didn't move from the table. Jade guesses he, too, was being pulled under the dregs.
He and everyone else.
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Isn't it selfish of him, to let this bug have all the fun? It gets to experience a cycle that Jade is unable to. It gets to live and gaze into whatever is outside, it gets to die by his hand, only for its remains to eventually land right back to yours.
To start all over, incapable of remembering anything other then its want for all things sweet, sticky and rotting.
It's lucky, Jade thinks, that boredom is something it can never grasp. And if it was once capable of it, well, it's always erased by the end. Lucky, lucky, lucky thing.
A simplistic existence that's made to only want for food. Its fear does not resemble his own. Its wants do not contain facets like his does. It is a fly. To be trapped here, with the rest of the dorm students, must be heaven for it. It has all the leftovers it could want. It does not have to worry about the weather.
And to think, not even its simple life and simple instincts are enough to turn away from the monster's gaze.
Was it truly that fascinating? So much so that its need to escape and eat became secondary? That, in its need to continue looking and whatever was in that crack, it let its body grow, burst and transform?
Was it not agonizing?
Ah, but what would a fly know?
It can't think like him, and it can't suffer like him.
It can't know like him.
…it can't comprehend nor tell him anything. Not anymore…
The jar with the fly was tossed to the side.
Jade knelt before the opening and dug his fingers in.
… oh.
No wonder. How silly of me, to not know why I was so jealous of a mere bug. After all…
I've done this all before. And I just wanted to return to it.
The flesh hidden under his clothes bloomed forth, scales and slime falling and splashing. His heart still beat, his veins still pulsed, and the boredom…
The boredom was gone, and all that was left was pure agony.
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"Well, look at you," you didn't have to exit your temporary room at all, Jade came right to you, "You're quite the sight."
A hand, now a claw, swiped right past you and tore at your bed sheets. Jade gripped them tight and dragged the rest of his transformed body into the room. Exhaustion was impossible to keep at bay. Jade collapsed his head right into your lap.
He was back to sea flowing self, skin a vibrant and slimy green, ears now fins, and hands sizable claws.
But, like the fly in that jar, everything below was swollen and split open. Behind him, a trail of fish scales. The lingering strings of flesh fused to together to make more tails and fins. Inside the layers of his flesh, you can see pulsing eyes.
And how sweet, they're all gazing right at you.
Jade lifted his head, now larger than your torso. You looked to him just as you heard sniff and a gulp. You saw red rimmed eyes. Tears fell in dollops on your legs.
Jade opened his mouth, but what came out wasn't words. Only groans. His voice struggled to push past all the things that made him like this. Low, almost guttural, as though coming from the deepest reaches of the sea.
You smiled.
"It's so cute," you said, caressing a hand on his cheek, "How you always come back to me in this state."
He leaned in and pressed his hand against yours, just to keep you from pulling away.
"And it's so cute," with your other hand, you pressed a finger against his forehead, "that you keep doing this to yourself. Do you like being in agony just so I can comfort you? How silly of you, little eel."
Jade shuddered, his face pinching up as more tears flowed out of him. Soon, the rest of his eyes join, and now there's a puddle for you to worry about later.
Well, that doesn't matter, for now.
You squished his cheeks and kissed his nose. "Aren't you glad that I'm here. There's nothing to worry about. Just go to sleep for me, alright?"
Simply let that consciousness dissolve in the darkness of sleep, of the solution of dreams. You'll be there to bring him right back to how he was.
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How ironic yuu burns things behind their house considering a bit later their house burns
Very much so. It's kind of funny.
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Malleus 14
Summary: It's winter and you're in the mood for burning stuff with Silver's pet Malleus.
(Fun fact, I used to set fire to stuff all the time when I was but a wee kiddo. I grew out of it. Now I just like to watch the fireplace burn wood.)
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Malleus was like you own little mini flamethrower when winter comes with it's snow white embrace. For whatever reason, it seems Silver and the rest of the pets get a little antsy during this time of year, probably overwhelmed by the near pure silence of the part of woods they lives in.
They're so used to living with nature's noises that it has become a habit to basically camp up with you until the end of winter. Or at least until the animals start waking up once more for their usual activities.
All this to say that you like to goof off with Malleus by indulging in a hobby that you used to scare Crowley all the time with: burning stuff.
Not burning houses or causing any sustainable damage, you just make a nice fire pit in a patch of dirt in the backyard, put in some fuel and let Malleus blow green flames right into it.
"Hoho," you laughed as you watch old papers burn, real satisfied with how fast the flames took them, "Oh that's nice. Anything you want to throw in there, Hornton?"
You know his name but eh, you like being silly. Hornton, snuggled deeply into your puffy sleeves, poked out his head before retreating inside as soon as a snowflake landed on his nose. You can only see his horns resting on your wrist and an outline of his wings fluttering underneath your clothing.
"Yeah, I guess it is a bit too cold, huh?"
You heard a huff, but Malleus crawled out in his all his green teddy bear onesie glory. He kept his wings as close to his body as possible as he sat on your wrist. He peeked out at you, visibly brightened at the sight of you with his weird, almost too-wide smile, before pointing to a cardboard box that was once filled with mosquito nets.
"Alrighty," you said and kicked the box into the pit. But the fire didn't catch. It was snuffed out by the wind instead. "Uh-oh. Hornton, mind doing the honors?"
You're pretty sure Silver would be judging you if he saw you and Malleus doing this. Well, actually probably not. More that he'd give a gentle warning but it would feel like he's judging you in some way. Whether that's true or not, you don't want to ponder on that, so you like to burn things when no one is watching.
Well, no one except Malleus.
Malleus crawled back into your sleeve legs first until only his mouth was poking out. He opened up and you aimed at the pit like he was an arm canon. Malleus let loose a powerful torrent of green fire. It covered the entire pit and lit up the box no problem.
When he stopped, you can see his cheeks visibly flushed underneath that smattering of scales on his face. Even his eyes are starting to flutter close.
"Feeling sleepy, little guy?"
A little whiny chap of a noise, soft and quick.
You pulled your sleeve over him.
"Alright, get some sleep then."
You're satisfied with this for now. You can burn everything else tomorrow.
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Leona 26
Summary: Leona was napping in a fancy hourglass you found by the time Falena came around to pick him up. You are not about to give this thing up.
(Been a while since I wrote about him. Not gonna lie, I was originally going to do something sensual with him but eh, cute is now on the brain.)
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While you mentally labeled this an hourglass, that was only one half of the structure you know have on your desk. On this shared golden stand shaped like a staircase was both an hourglass and a snowglobe. You just found it discarded right behind a tree while you were walking home in Sam's shop. It was a pretty piece, one that you knew you would never be able to afford, so you took it home.
The hourglass, unfortunately, was partially missing a piece of the top that kept all the sand in place. What little was left was this pretty black sand that had flecks of white and gold. It was nice and you wanted to see if you could do some maintenance on it so you could use it for a little bit.
But, well, things happen and Leona ended up finding it. He took a sniff, spent a good while just, zoning out at the large fantastical kingdom inside the snowglobe, then spotted the opening the hourglass.
"Umm," Falena scratched the back of his head as you showed him your new object, "Is Leona…" His whisper trailed off as he pointed to the hourglass filled partially with golden sand, fully replacing all the black sand that was once inside.
You nodded, stepped back, then turned it over.
However, instead of the sand obeying gravity, it pulled the rest of it sand like an exposed tail. You even shook it a little but the sand swirled around and pulsed in protest.
"He doesn't want to get out," you deadpanned, "I've been trying for an hour already."
"Did you lure him with food?" Falena reached into the folds of his clothes, ruffling around for something. You bet he keeps all sorts of snacks for Cheka to snack on. And other little toys, like those water arcade games.
"I tried," you flipped it back over and Leona partially stuck his sand self out the top again, clearly relaxing in the face of your plight.
"Ah, well…" Mr. Falena got a little awkward. He stuck out his hands. "I could just take it?" The word 'take' sounded very unsure in his mouth, like he wasn't sure if you'll allow it or not.
You just sigh with a little grumble at the end. You really don't want Leona to claim another one of your little knick-knacks. He's been doing that a lot.
You old fridge? His now. That insulated cup you had for when you're working on the plant nymph garden? His now. The blanket, the umbrella, your old wallet, and even that book you were just reading the other day.
So uh, safe to say that you really don't want to part with this.
"How about this," Falena took a step back since you were unwilling to give this thing up, "He can stay here for the night and if Cheka misses him too much, I can bring him right over for a visit. Just until he finally gets out of there."
Ah, you're not exactly the best at handling kids, and most of your pets aren't exactly kid friendly, but Falena said it's a visit, not babysitting duty.
"Yeah, I can do that."
Is it petty to want to keep this one thing out of Leona's little paws? Probably. But oh well, you have your things and Leona has his. Ruggie already has a hoarding problem and you really don't want that habit to ingrain itself in Leona as well. Doesn't help that Jack really looks up to Leona, so your little winter cloud of a pet would start hoarding things too.
…but also you really like this neat thing. You don't want to give it up.
Well, you're going to have to get some snacks ready for Cheka. That boy has been growing nonstop and he loves to eat.
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