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Cotton Candy


In which Harrison reminds Nerris


Harrison was never one for role-playing, but in this instance; he could make do.

His ombre locks fluttered in his face as the wind blew, slightly adjusting his top hat. The magician frowned when he looked at the makeshift cobblestone painted structure. He let out a deep sigh as he knocked on the door. Normally, talking to the sorceress wasn't one of the things he'd want to do. A gust of wind gently rocked the frame of the pretend tower, causing it to lightly sway. His brows creased when the elf-kin did not answer with a snide remark or her normal wave. He pulled the cardboard handle and let himself in.

The improvised erection was much sturdier than it looked, that was certain. It had been reinforced on the inside by thick layers of cardboard. He smiled, knowing he couldn't expect any less of his rival. The interior of the tower was decorated with odd trinkets and magic items that she had collected over the course of the summer. Harrison admired the collection, knowing that even her fantasy magic had its own specific charm to it.

He stopped all of a sudden when he looked at an oddly placed cracked mirror in the middle of her things. His green orbs glistened in the cracks, slightly frightening him. Was that how she saw him? He hoped not. His yellow-green orbs drooped as he continued the quest he had forgotten. A smile perked up when he found the mage herself, resting against the staircase, covered in her navy blue cloak, huddled up into a small pile against the cold cardboard. He looked at her with a softened smile. He remembered seeing her parents with her. Parents that encouraged her personal hobbies. Soft brown cotton candy curls stuck out like a sore thumb amongst her sleek potions, jewels, and pretend weapons. He stopped to adore the way she was nestled in her tower, not so diligent, but attentive to her own cause. Glove covered hands untied a black cape and put it between them, suddenly shuddering at the cold. He sat next to her in silence, the rain is the only noise as it relentlessly hit the tower, unwavering. He let himself relax, finding the tower to be much more enjoyable than he would ever think. Suddenly, her craft was just as real as his. Although he still considered himself the superior magic kid, without debate.

He picked up a few of the transparent jars and shook them, just out of curiosity. He didn't know what was in the containers but wanted to find out, especially when a jar bubbled at the top. He read the bottom, 'Dragon's Spit' and cringed as he set it back down on the shelf.

He felt the rain hitting the exterior of the building and completely lost himself in the rhythmic light thumps against the roof. A deep feeling of boredom set within him. He huffed as he sat on the jagged ground, make of makeshift slabs and planks Nerris collected around the camp. He noticed the small patches of weeds growing between the boards and pulled a few in curiosity. The small green pieces fell from his hands as the wind blew them away.

He rested his head against the wooden panels. Twelve minutes ago, he had just thought of admitting his feelings unceremoniously to the sorceress. Twelveminutes ago, he had barged into her tower. Twelve minutes ago, he had chickened out. Twelve minutes ago...had already passed.

With a weak smile, he remembered that he would be turning twelve in a month. He was just so... honestly tired. He had been bedraggled, angry, and fragile through the day. He didn't do a single magic trick through the whole damn day. He had been too busy sulking over the thought of what would happen when it was time to go home. The fun would completely stop. His life would become even more miserable. Harrison knew his parents would just send him anywhere. They never wanted to see him. Sometimes, they pretended not to see him. Not that he didn't understand the hardship of losing a child. It's just that they weren't grateful for the one that they had.

He felt the blood rushing to his cheeks, he stared at the small bookshelf to find a small gem, winking at him. It was so alluring. He walked closer to it, tempted to stroke the jewel.

"What do you think you are doing in here, Harrison?"

Time seemed to stop as he heard the steps creak. He could feel her gaze searing into his back. He couldn't find his breath; struggling to form words as his mouth quivered. Air rattled through his throat, but no actual words were said. Only a light wheezing. His vision is failing him. His eyes are scared. His arms are limp, the ruby falls. He watches her, knowing the next thing that will come out of his mouth will most likely earn him a 20 sided ass kicking.

"What? What are you doing in here Harrison?" she asked, growing more cross. She pouted, leaning against the wall. "Here to learn some actual magic?"

He clears his throat, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down. She raises an eyebrow at his rudeness. He opens his lips. The words are stunted again. At that point, he knows that she suspects foul play. He looks as she walks around the trinkets and junk, searching for something.

"I have something important to say." he squeaks, trying to follow her movement with his eyes.

"The good lady provides an audience." she spat back, blue eyes searing into his own. She sits on a small chair decorated with plastic jewels.

"I...I just wanted to tell you," he whispered. "It's um... it's um...it raining."

Nerris rolled her eyes at him. "It wouldn't take a level ten mage to make that deduction, magician." She pulled out a playful smirk.

"Now what are you really here to say?"

His eyebrow twitched, Nerris knew how to play him like a fiddle.

"You don't wanna hear it." he snarled and reached for his cape. "You'll call me a weirdo."

"Spit it out, dwarf," she demanded.

He abruptly hugged her and sniffed her hair, which retained the scent of her cotton candy shampoo, as he playfully bit on the plastic elf tip of her ears. "I love the way your hair is just like cotton candy."


6.29.18 (Nerrison)