You guys. Seriously. Seriously. I love you guys. Also, we've hit the 1000 word mark! Yaay! Oh well. This is neoneco, live from a Comfy Chair.
He has nothing. No possessions. Nothing to call his own but his name.
The staff he has doesn't count, she reasons. That isn't the sort of thing one can own. It's like owning your left hand, a part of your body. You own it exactly as much as you own yourself.
She wants him to have something. Something to make him less... faded. So he'll have a reason to smile. He doesn't fade when he smiles.
She wants him to have something. But she's not a maker. She's a disruptor. She shakes things apart, she doesn't put them together. She doesn't know how.
So while she's... irritated when he gets a new cloak, They should be playing! And what is he doing in a cabin? He should be in the sky! , one with shinier buttons, and brighter fabric, she can't really be mad. Because this is something new, something his, and he loves it.
He loves it. And she loves him.
Because while he's never had anything but his name, she's never had anything but him.
And if she has him, she doesn't need a name.
My day is seriously better with reviews. Anything. Write literally anything. Write the ABC's. Tell a thrilling tale about how you tried to recite them backwards six times in one breath. That would be awesome. Have a nice day, guys.
