05-25-2017, 07:23 PM
Town streets were bustling, orders for party supplies being delivered by townspeople, or people and creatures alike who drove small delivery trucks and wore cute matching hats. The street was happy, the venue was being decorated, and Gildarts was napping through it all. It was the first real sleep he’d gotten since…
Gilllldarts, Gillldarts. Are you there, great Prime? You can’t sleep your worries away forever, you know what they say, right? No rest for the wicked. Ha ha ha...
Even if Gildarts was a heavy sleeper, and hadn’t caught any Z’s for days, it was pretty hard to ignore a voice talking from inside your head, rousing you from your slumber. Especially one so malicious as this…
The middle-aged Prime blinked and looked around, it was sunny, with a touch of bloated cloud passing by. The sky was a blue hue, like a picture painted with perfection. A breeze whispered past as his eyes adjusted and his ears realized the vivid sound of busy people scurrying along. The Prime allowed a gentle smile to graze his cheeks as he felt the kitten curled up on his lap, his fingertips pet her soft-fur and she nuzzled deeper into his hand.
The mage exhaled a sigh as his eyes rolled around the quaint little town of Ambrosia, grazing the cobblestone streets, the mostly brick buildings, the beautiful park bench he’d collapsed on. It felt good to feel safe and comfortable, but that wasn’t something that felt natural to him. Where there was serenity, there was always something to smash it to bits. And for Gildarts, that line was a fine tightrope of danger. The Malefactor’s voice was sandpaper, eventually, someday, it would snap. When it did, Gildarts hoped to be far away from anything living, always running from his fears, never quite getting ahead. It was a torturous life, but it was his, and the suffering made the good parts even better in the contrast of bitter and sweet.
He took a deep breath in, and released it. The sunlight glowed against the rustic brick and the set the windows alight with glare. He thought about the day to come, Molly, her gift, he had to pick one out. He’d never been a father to anyone, so this would be a first, it was a little scary, how doing a new thing places someone out of their comfort zone. Hell, he’d hardly ever gone shopping in his entire life, but being around girlish things for ten year olds would help him find something for her.
Hacking genius and sass master, Molly.
Ah, I see you answered my call, I just wanted to let you know that I was around and thinking of what a great day it is. Isn’t that nice?
Her voice chided letting Gildarts know she was up to something and that was when the Prime was struck. Horror, fear, shock, and trepidation all caused his face to convulse with terrific fright. His jaw had dropped, for he was not struck with a whip or anything that would cause damage to his flesh, no, instead, he was slapped with a picture of this very scene, however it was black-and-white, and everything was in ruin. The aftermath of what his crash magic could be.
He blinked again, and the corpses were gone. Again, and the isolated fade of color had returned to its normal spectrum. Once more, and the buildings were back, piled as man or beast or Prime had stacked them. Gildarts felt his heart beating as though he’d been hit with a funnel of lightning, his smile had been erased, but after a moment of realizing what he had seen was not real, he relaxed and it returned. She had no power over him, she was just a voice, a dark little thought in the corner of his mind. Something that would never be.
“Gildarts what’s wrong, you woke me up?” Piqui muttered, rubbing a fluffy chocolate paw over her eye.
“Sorry to wake you,” he said slowly and his smile only grew, “I was just so excited, I wanted to go shopping and peruse some stores to jog my mind for ideas.”
“Whoa, really?!” Piqui bounced up and down, hopping off the bench and pointing forth down the town’s street, “This way to the boutique!”
With the shop door opening, a chime rang, and gentle elevator music began to fill his ears, Gildarts, a disheveled prime who was always traveling, looked quite out of place in a female’s clothing store. One, he barely wore clothes, and two, he was tall enough to bump his head on the ceiling.
“Over here! Over here!” Piqui’s kitten-esque gestures were adorable as she lead him to the little girl’s rack, there, she held up two little dresses, one pink, the other blue. “So, what do you think?”
Gildarts blinked, clueless. He never really noticed people wore clothes before. Gildarts wore the same thing every day and he never realized when his peers had different attire. “Does she… Need it?”
“Little girls love cute things to wear!” Piqui nodded and the shop owner agreed.
“Hm…” Gildarts looked down at his own appearance and then back at the dresses, “I think we should try getting her a toy instead. Something she’d enjoy and smile and laugh from.”
“Hmm, that’s a good idea, she can buy dresses any time she wants,” Piqui nodded, thanked the shopkeeper with a wave and left.
The next store was fun and energetic, little gizmos and gadgets all around, some things with mechanical engines were flying in the air, this shop had a high ceiling, he was grateful he could stand as tall as he wanted. Magical butterflies floated aloofly across the free ceiling. One landed on Gildarts’ shoulder and another gracefully sat on his nose. The Prime blinked at the pretty shimmering blend of color on its slowly-batting wings. Then his eyes widened as his nose twitched like it was itching for a sneeze and he gently moved it off.
“They have board games and toy hoover cars and oh, this is the best store. They have this one section that has strings streaming from the sky! I could sit there for dayys,” Piqui purred as she referenced the balloon section.
For Gildarts, nothing really stood out. When the thought about his childhood, he didn’t have any toys he loved, just magic. He’d once crushed a ball he was tossing back and forth with Natsu when his mind had gotten away from him. No, for this gift, if he really wanted it to be perfect, he had to tap into his inner kid.
“Hmm. Let's go, I have an idea," he spoke as the jingle on the door chimed with a close.
Gilllldarts, Gillldarts. Are you there, great Prime? You can’t sleep your worries away forever, you know what they say, right? No rest for the wicked. Ha ha ha...
Even if Gildarts was a heavy sleeper, and hadn’t caught any Z’s for days, it was pretty hard to ignore a voice talking from inside your head, rousing you from your slumber. Especially one so malicious as this…
The middle-aged Prime blinked and looked around, it was sunny, with a touch of bloated cloud passing by. The sky was a blue hue, like a picture painted with perfection. A breeze whispered past as his eyes adjusted and his ears realized the vivid sound of busy people scurrying along. The Prime allowed a gentle smile to graze his cheeks as he felt the kitten curled up on his lap, his fingertips pet her soft-fur and she nuzzled deeper into his hand.
The mage exhaled a sigh as his eyes rolled around the quaint little town of Ambrosia, grazing the cobblestone streets, the mostly brick buildings, the beautiful park bench he’d collapsed on. It felt good to feel safe and comfortable, but that wasn’t something that felt natural to him. Where there was serenity, there was always something to smash it to bits. And for Gildarts, that line was a fine tightrope of danger. The Malefactor’s voice was sandpaper, eventually, someday, it would snap. When it did, Gildarts hoped to be far away from anything living, always running from his fears, never quite getting ahead. It was a torturous life, but it was his, and the suffering made the good parts even better in the contrast of bitter and sweet.
He took a deep breath in, and released it. The sunlight glowed against the rustic brick and the set the windows alight with glare. He thought about the day to come, Molly, her gift, he had to pick one out. He’d never been a father to anyone, so this would be a first, it was a little scary, how doing a new thing places someone out of their comfort zone. Hell, he’d hardly ever gone shopping in his entire life, but being around girlish things for ten year olds would help him find something for her.
Hacking genius and sass master, Molly.
Ah, I see you answered my call, I just wanted to let you know that I was around and thinking of what a great day it is. Isn’t that nice?
Her voice chided letting Gildarts know she was up to something and that was when the Prime was struck. Horror, fear, shock, and trepidation all caused his face to convulse with terrific fright. His jaw had dropped, for he was not struck with a whip or anything that would cause damage to his flesh, no, instead, he was slapped with a picture of this very scene, however it was black-and-white, and everything was in ruin. The aftermath of what his crash magic could be.
He blinked again, and the corpses were gone. Again, and the isolated fade of color had returned to its normal spectrum. Once more, and the buildings were back, piled as man or beast or Prime had stacked them. Gildarts felt his heart beating as though he’d been hit with a funnel of lightning, his smile had been erased, but after a moment of realizing what he had seen was not real, he relaxed and it returned. She had no power over him, she was just a voice, a dark little thought in the corner of his mind. Something that would never be.
“Gildarts what’s wrong, you woke me up?” Piqui muttered, rubbing a fluffy chocolate paw over her eye.
“Sorry to wake you,” he said slowly and his smile only grew, “I was just so excited, I wanted to go shopping and peruse some stores to jog my mind for ideas.”
“Whoa, really?!” Piqui bounced up and down, hopping off the bench and pointing forth down the town’s street, “This way to the boutique!”
With the shop door opening, a chime rang, and gentle elevator music began to fill his ears, Gildarts, a disheveled prime who was always traveling, looked quite out of place in a female’s clothing store. One, he barely wore clothes, and two, he was tall enough to bump his head on the ceiling.
“Over here! Over here!” Piqui’s kitten-esque gestures were adorable as she lead him to the little girl’s rack, there, she held up two little dresses, one pink, the other blue. “So, what do you think?”
Gildarts blinked, clueless. He never really noticed people wore clothes before. Gildarts wore the same thing every day and he never realized when his peers had different attire. “Does she… Need it?”
“Little girls love cute things to wear!” Piqui nodded and the shop owner agreed.
“Hm…” Gildarts looked down at his own appearance and then back at the dresses, “I think we should try getting her a toy instead. Something she’d enjoy and smile and laugh from.”
“Hmm, that’s a good idea, she can buy dresses any time she wants,” Piqui nodded, thanked the shopkeeper with a wave and left.
The next store was fun and energetic, little gizmos and gadgets all around, some things with mechanical engines were flying in the air, this shop had a high ceiling, he was grateful he could stand as tall as he wanted. Magical butterflies floated aloofly across the free ceiling. One landed on Gildarts’ shoulder and another gracefully sat on his nose. The Prime blinked at the pretty shimmering blend of color on its slowly-batting wings. Then his eyes widened as his nose twitched like it was itching for a sneeze and he gently moved it off.
“They have board games and toy hoover cars and oh, this is the best store. They have this one section that has strings streaming from the sky! I could sit there for dayys,” Piqui purred as she referenced the balloon section.
For Gildarts, nothing really stood out. When the thought about his childhood, he didn’t have any toys he loved, just magic. He’d once crushed a ball he was tossing back and forth with Natsu when his mind had gotten away from him. No, for this gift, if he really wanted it to be perfect, he had to tap into his inner kid.
“Hmm. Let's go, I have an idea," he spoke as the jingle on the door chimed with a close.
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