Author's note: Hello everyone! So, as I drew the RA tarot, I had some ideas for stories based on the cards, and here is where I'll post them or any other small story that doesn't seem fit to be posted alone. I'm not really experienced in writing fanfiction, so sorry for any errors and tips will be welcome! This story was inspired by The Sun card.
P.S.: The title is a reference to The Epic of Zektbach.
The Sun
He ran his fingers on the wall, leaving a trail of blue. Big cans of paint were resting on the floor, near his feet. The only thing breaking the dead silence was the tune being hummed by Pilot.
His gloves, his jacket and his headgear were covered by paint, but he didn't mind. This painting was going to be his masterpiece. Pilot was drawing an image that had always been in the back of his head, but he didn't know why. Is it a memory? A dream, maybe? It is a place with a breath-taking beauty, which matches Captain's descriptions of the ancient, pre-apocalyptic world.
The childish aviator made sure to paint the glorious blue sky, the fluffy white clouds and the grass as green as his goggles being decorated with cute yellow flowers. He used his own hands to paint as he didn't find any brushes, and took care in doing all the details. He wanted to make something perfect.
Pilot took some distance to admire his work. It looked like there was something missing. He looked around, thinking about what he should do. Then he noticed two cans of paint he didn't open yet. The little pilot picked up the cans and checked their colors: Red and black. He smiled as he had an idea.
With the red paint, he drew balloons soaring into the sky, using the black paint to draw the strings tied to them. As Pilot traced the last string, a very familiar voice boomed from behind him:
"I see that mein minion is working on a fine piece of art!" Captain spoke as he proudly brandished his mug, which had an eerie smoke coming from it.
"Captain!" Pilot ran in Captain's direction. He wanted to hug his commander, and regretted being dirty with paint.
"I found paint in one of the buildings, and I thought you would like it if I made a painting for you!" Pilot said as he turned back to the wall. "I'm not sure if you will approve it as it's not a portrait of you, but I wanted to paint that place you told me about." He commented. "It sounds so familiar to me."
"I see." Captain walked closer to the painting, "But don't you think the sky is a little⦠Empty?" He pointed out.
"Empty?" Pilot looked to his drawing again, this time with more attention. Even after drawing the balloons, he still had the feeling of something missing. After some seconds staring at the blue sky on the wall, Pilot discovered his error. Really, how could he forget?
The Captain watched as Pilot dipped his fingers in the yellow paint. He drew a huge Sun, making its rays with fast movements. Pilot turned to Captain, expecting an answer from his Captain.
"Much better!" Captain answered, taking a sip from his tea.
The Pilot looked his work again, smiling broadly. In fact, it looked way better now that it had a great Sun to illuminate everything with its golden light.
Pilot was happy. Captain was by his side, and he had approved his painting. Nothing could ruin his happiness now. Not Snippy, not the voices, absolutely nothing. He was the happiest minion in this dead world, and it was all that mattered.
Captain petted his head, telling him they should go back to their base now. The Pilot followed him, wishing to someday be able to fly to that beautiful place. Wishing to be that happy forever.
