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AO3 Blank Slate Stories : Was he... Skull-kid : by Kamishawe
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… fa… la… t i i i…
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… fa… la… t i i i…
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Hazy and sweet... A foggy smile curled on lazy lips. The world swayed with the twining wind through wispy willows, wrangled tendrils reaching. A song beckoned him through the trees.
Ancient.
It was a dream…
A cloying perfume, the musky scent of cedar and pine lingered on his skin.
"…Skull?"
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… fa… la… ti… me… r.a.a.y.y…
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… ti… doe… ti… so… m e e e…
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… me… ray... me… so… m e e e…
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It was a beat.
It thrummed through his bones and hummed in his mind. The forest pulsed in his fingers and toes danced across the glades.
Enchanting.
Was it a dream?
Fairy lights danced in the moon's gaze like twinkling stars. They giggled and laughed; the chase and cheer infectious. His world floated across the moss covered ground, never catching up. They were so light and fleeting.
"…What are you doing?"
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… fa… la… t i i i...
... fa… la… t i i i…
… fa… la… ti… me… r.a.a.y.y...
... ti… doe… me… ti… s o o o…
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The creatures called to him through the night. A vibrancy spread through the air everywhere he touched and danced. The ancient grove of trees renewed. The kind of spirits that withstood the tests of time.
Endured.
Some never called out anymore. Never answered when he howled into the night. The world he knew forever aging, forever changing. The light forever reborn was never returning. The dark that couldn't stay away was gone. The princess that was always wisest of them all finally put to rest.
Was he all that remained? How long was he to linger?
"…Skull? …Wake up!"
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… sooo… tiii... sooo… raayy… m e e e…
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The world started shattering. The haze scattered. Clarity returned as the newly chibified Fon crowded his vision. His bedroom at the Arcobaleno Manor where he fell asleep was no where to be found.
All around, the Bialowieza Forest surrounded them. One of the oldest forests in Europe, it gave Skull the shivers.
"Fon? How did I get here?"
"Skull... Why are you out here?"
"...I don't know..."
It felt like home.
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