09-06-2017, 06:08 AM
For the first time since he’d set out on this mission, ever since Sun Ogong had first uttered those words way back in the Endless Dunes, Sonny didn’t feel some little twinge of annoyance, or worse, at Ebony’s complaint. There wasn’t a note of impatience to that voice, no boredom, no energy. It was the voice of someone who had one hell of a day, who only wanted to lay down and sleep. There wasn’t anything in those words that the sun spirit could be annoyed at. It would simply be hypocritical of him. That was a tone he used far too frequently, after all.
“Summer, switch,” the youkai mumbled under his breath. “But let me talk.”
His request was met by silence, his other half giving him no confirmation, no derisive snort, not even the slightest hint of what he was thinking. Until he felt the flow of magic. The sun spirit’s being shifted subtly, his body disrupted, and soon he was back in the passenger’s seat. A thick blanket of Summer’s telltale fog clouded their shared vision, which was swiftly chased away by yet another burst of hell-heated wind. It seemed as though his other half had developed a flair of his own for when they switched. Sonny watched on, vaguely amused. The storm spirit always did have a penchant for the dramatic. No sooner had the mist cleared away, that his vision began to erratically over the path and the rocky cliff face, his other half glancing around awkwardly, not sure what he was supposed to do next. Despite his apparent confusion, Summer remained stubbornly silent.
“We’ve got a fair bit of walking to do yet,” Sonny said after a moment, and at last his other half’s gaze settled on Ebony, still perched up on that rock, chest heaving with weary breaths. Her eyes turned up to meet his for a moment, betraying her exhaustion, before she quickly looked away. “But...” he continued. “I can walk enough for the both of us.” Or rather, Summer would. The storm spirit’s body tensed up, as if to ask if his other half meant it. No words or orders followed that statement, finally prompting him to trudge forward those few inches separating the two.
“U-um...” Ebony stuttered, tossing her scythe to the side with a feigned hesitancy. Summer's eyes flicked over to watch it for a quick moment, catching sight of it just in time to see it dissolve into a black and purple mist. “I-if you insi...” she began, and he turned back to face her.
“Hold on,” the black-haired spirit interrupted her gruffly, right hand delving into his pocket. He pulled out a roll of bandages, one of the last three items from his first-aid kit. A subtle shift in the air swept over the sun spirit’s senses, something cold and humid appearing in this dry, desolate hellhole, and all of a sudden that roll of bandages was soaked.
“W-what...?” The timid girl stammered, her hood falling back as Summer’s bandaged stump pushed her chin up.
“Just hold still, please.” Though he spoke politely, the storm spirit’s tone remained as vaguely dangerous as ever. Ebony suddenly stiffened up, sitting still as the stone she was perched on. With an unexpected precision and gentleness, Summer wiped away the darkling blood covering her face with the damp bandages. Only seconds later, she was spotless once again, not even a trace of demonic blood left. He dropped his hand away from her chin and shoved the bandages back into his pocket. Sonny cringed internally, dealing with a damp pocket later was not going to be fun.
“Alright kiddo,” Summer said, his voice almost paternal, as he pulled her hood back over her hair. “Let’s get going.” He turned around and kneeled, just low enough that the girl would be able to crawl onto his back with ease.
“I-I’m an adult!” The young mage protested, climbing onto his back nonetheless.
“Sure you are,” he responded sarcastically, straightening back up and starting down the path once again. Sonny smiled internally, unable to show it on the face of his other half. He didn’t need to do the talking after all.
“Am too! I’m almost nineteen!” She emphasized the number.
“A fledgling! Fresh out of the nest and ready to see the wonders of the world.” Summer responded dramatically, skipping across the shifting gravel with a sure footing born from fighting against raging winds.
“Oh yeah, how old are you then?” Ebony shot back, giggling at his fervor in spite of her endless protesting.
“Two thousand six hundred and eighty seven,” he spouted off an entirely random and probably incorrect number, completely caught up in the moment. “And still a young’un compared to some out there!”
“No you’re not!” To Sonny, it sounded like she was getting swept along by his energy too.
“Okay, you’re right about that...” he admitted, keeping up his pace. “It’s actually closer to twenty four hundred. Give or take a couple hundred. It’s hard to keep track of.”
“Sure,” she drawled, not believing a word of it. The foot was on the other hand, now. Sonny simply laughed silently to himself as his other half continued on energetically. It was good to finally see everyone in high spirits.
“Summer, switch,” the youkai mumbled under his breath. “But let me talk.”
His request was met by silence, his other half giving him no confirmation, no derisive snort, not even the slightest hint of what he was thinking. Until he felt the flow of magic. The sun spirit’s being shifted subtly, his body disrupted, and soon he was back in the passenger’s seat. A thick blanket of Summer’s telltale fog clouded their shared vision, which was swiftly chased away by yet another burst of hell-heated wind. It seemed as though his other half had developed a flair of his own for when they switched. Sonny watched on, vaguely amused. The storm spirit always did have a penchant for the dramatic. No sooner had the mist cleared away, that his vision began to erratically over the path and the rocky cliff face, his other half glancing around awkwardly, not sure what he was supposed to do next. Despite his apparent confusion, Summer remained stubbornly silent.
“We’ve got a fair bit of walking to do yet,” Sonny said after a moment, and at last his other half’s gaze settled on Ebony, still perched up on that rock, chest heaving with weary breaths. Her eyes turned up to meet his for a moment, betraying her exhaustion, before she quickly looked away. “But...” he continued. “I can walk enough for the both of us.” Or rather, Summer would. The storm spirit’s body tensed up, as if to ask if his other half meant it. No words or orders followed that statement, finally prompting him to trudge forward those few inches separating the two.
“U-um...” Ebony stuttered, tossing her scythe to the side with a feigned hesitancy. Summer's eyes flicked over to watch it for a quick moment, catching sight of it just in time to see it dissolve into a black and purple mist. “I-if you insi...” she began, and he turned back to face her.
“Hold on,” the black-haired spirit interrupted her gruffly, right hand delving into his pocket. He pulled out a roll of bandages, one of the last three items from his first-aid kit. A subtle shift in the air swept over the sun spirit’s senses, something cold and humid appearing in this dry, desolate hellhole, and all of a sudden that roll of bandages was soaked.
“W-what...?” The timid girl stammered, her hood falling back as Summer’s bandaged stump pushed her chin up.
“Just hold still, please.” Though he spoke politely, the storm spirit’s tone remained as vaguely dangerous as ever. Ebony suddenly stiffened up, sitting still as the stone she was perched on. With an unexpected precision and gentleness, Summer wiped away the darkling blood covering her face with the damp bandages. Only seconds later, she was spotless once again, not even a trace of demonic blood left. He dropped his hand away from her chin and shoved the bandages back into his pocket. Sonny cringed internally, dealing with a damp pocket later was not going to be fun.
“Alright kiddo,” Summer said, his voice almost paternal, as he pulled her hood back over her hair. “Let’s get going.” He turned around and kneeled, just low enough that the girl would be able to crawl onto his back with ease.
“I-I’m an adult!” The young mage protested, climbing onto his back nonetheless.
“Sure you are,” he responded sarcastically, straightening back up and starting down the path once again. Sonny smiled internally, unable to show it on the face of his other half. He didn’t need to do the talking after all.
“Am too! I’m almost nineteen!” She emphasized the number.
“A fledgling! Fresh out of the nest and ready to see the wonders of the world.” Summer responded dramatically, skipping across the shifting gravel with a sure footing born from fighting against raging winds.
“Oh yeah, how old are you then?” Ebony shot back, giggling at his fervor in spite of her endless protesting.
“Two thousand six hundred and eighty seven,” he spouted off an entirely random and probably incorrect number, completely caught up in the moment. “And still a young’un compared to some out there!”
“No you’re not!” To Sonny, it sounded like she was getting swept along by his energy too.
“Okay, you’re right about that...” he admitted, keeping up his pace. “It’s actually closer to twenty four hundred. Give or take a couple hundred. It’s hard to keep track of.”
“Sure,” she drawled, not believing a word of it. The foot was on the other hand, now. Sonny simply laughed silently to himself as his other half continued on energetically. It was good to finally see everyone in high spirits.
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Summer’s in control since Sonny can't carry
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