Yes. I do realize it is year 2012, when Sky High was published in year 2005. I'm not just late, in fact I am writing in the Will&Magenta section, which I have searched and found out no one wrote about. Which, I have to admit, is a disappointment, because I do believe such great tragedy/epic/awesome stories could have come out from these couple. The idea of them was born into my delusional brain because I shipped Warren/Layla together, and I realize those fanfic writers who wrote Warren/Layla together usually have Magenta and Will interaction- and my sicko brain just thought 'hey, wouldn't that be some couple?' and then, like an afterthought, it added, 'yeah. you're shipping them together.'
Anyways, here it is! Ficlets about Magenta/Will, and I will throw some of Warren/Layla together along the way. No, I will not update this regularly. Unless you have a word that could inspire me, and trigger my brain to make sentences into a whole short ficlet.
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self-destruction
will&magenta
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"I like you, Magenta," he tells her one summer night.
She likes to look at stars during the nights. To her, stars and universe are the only way she could escape the cruel, cruel world. She could close her eyes and dream she's somewhere, far away, from the face of the earth- because it's a good feeling, and she just can. She doesn't know how he starts to mingle his way through her routine though- but it has something to do with him being all alone the whole summer because his pretty, wonderful girlfriend, Layla is at some volunteer-thing to build houses for animals and all that stuff she doesn't care about, and she somehow ends up being his summer-partner.
She closes her eyes, feeling the grasses around her caresses her cheeks. "You're lying," she replies, her voice is blank and emotionless.
(nobody likes her. mama doesn't like her. papa's gone from this world. she doesn't even like herself.)
She hears he snorts, "I'm not lying. I like you, Magenta. You're cool and you're funny."
She wants to roll her eyes and smack him right at his head, but she doesn't. Nobody calls her funny- girl with a serious case of sarcastic remarks and venomous words, maybe- but not funny. But then again, give it to Will Stronghold to say things like that. He's so nice, so innocent, so pure (she feels all dirty and sinful and painted with blackness when she's besides him).
"You're an idiot," she says finally, because she wants her words to hurt him, to push him away- before they all drown into some kind of black-hole that could only leads to such awful destruction (awful destruction which meant only for her ) and she doesn't want that. He's meant for something better, not something like her.
But, of course, he laughs. And it pains her, but she has to admit she's getting used to his bubbly, all-boyish laughter. "You always say that," he responds, a smile playing on his lips.
She opens her eyes and turns to him, "That's because it's true."
He frowns, and she smiles (slowly), "I'm not an idiot."
"Yes, you are," she taunts, because it's always fun to mock him- and her chest tightens of how natural this (being together, alone) feels to her. She hates the feeling when she's with him; as if she has let her guard down and she never does that.
He stares at her, a playful smile still lingers on his lips and she holds her face in-check, when all along her heartbeat rates quicken. "I really do like you, M" he says, his voice is smooth and gentle (he's not good for her, she's not good for him), but she says nothing, only closing her eyes and giving him a silent signal she knows he would understand, that the conversation is over and he better shuts up.
He does.
.
Her mama has always said she's good-for-nothing, and maybe because she lives with those words plant inside of her head, she starts to believe it. She tells him that he should run along now and not bother her, and whatever 'form of friendship' they have over the summer would stay in summer and meant nothing to her (lies, lies, lies). She can tell she hits a spot when his face changes - gone the once gentle and caring expression he always holds - and that's the end of that.
Maybe mama's right- maybe she's natural at chasing people away.
And now, she's just a lost, lost soul waiting for her destruction- (and she knows, deep down inside, he could have helped her, but it doesn't matter now, does it? She has always been alone, maybe things are meant to stay that way.)