Among Warm Sunsets
Dreams
It was a peaceful spring day. The sun was shining; the birds were happily chirping; and the sky was a beautiful shade of light blue—pure perfection. The grass was a nice shade of green and laying on it felt as though you were lying on clouds. Everything was peaceful, yet something was missing—or rather someone.
It wasn't a big deal, it was fine without her there, yet it didn't feel right. Not nearly as perfect as this seemingly magnificent wonderland; maybe if he just tweaked it a little, it would be perfect… if only he could…
"…Harvest God…"
There was a quake. The world started ripping apart, until there was nothing but darkness.
"Finn, he isn't waking up… maybe—should…write—face…"
And that was enough to wake the Harvest God from is slumber.
"Don't… you dare vandalize my face, you heathen," he grumbled under his breath
Molly was not at all fazed by his insults, since she's almost always on the receiving end for them. "Aw, you don't have to be like that, you know I was just kidding!"
This didn't seem to lighten his mood, "What do you want, human. You've just interrupted my sleep,"
"Ooh, I didn't know you could sleep, I thought all immortals didn't need to," she said, her interest increasing.
He hated when she asked questions liked this. It's rather uncomfortable and irritating explaining to a human about immortals.
"Indeed, I do not have to; I just find it enjoyable time to time."
He was hoping she would just leave it at that, but of course, Molly—being incredibly oblivious to everything around her, didn't get the hint.
"M'lord, do you ever dream…?" she asked, blinking her big brown eyes.
He hated when she called him that. Sure, he did tell her to refer to him as 'king' whenever she was around; but Molly always found a way to ruin things for him.
"Yes, I do," He replied.
Soon, she started bombarding him with questions, ranging from "What do you dream about," or "Do you dream about food…?" to "Do you ever have fantasies about someone…?"
That's when he had enough.
"That is it! Be gone from my sight!"
Molly puffed up her cheeks, but gave in to his demand without much of a fight.
"Fine then, Mr. Grumpy-Pants," and with that, made her way to the staircase and down the stairs.
Just then, the Harvest God heard a small voice by his left shoulder. "Geez, m'lord, you didn't have to get all 'My word is law, and blah blah,' on her…"
He turned around to see Finn, sitting on his shoulder. "Really, well, then you are excused as well,"
With that, he flicked Finn in the direction of the staircase.
"Pests."
[A/N]: I don't see a lot of Harvest God/King/Ignis fics out there, so I decided to make a short drabble series. I don't know how much I'll do; it depends on how I feel this summer. I haven't updated my other story because… well, family issues. My Grandma hasn't been doing well, and it's been dampening my mood tremendously. So sorry, I'll do my best.
