A/N Pit is having some issues with falling to sleep. Almost as if something is missing in the quiet room.
So without further ado, Let the chaos ensue.
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Alone in the room Pit spares a glance around the spacious area, not because it was a large room, but because there was not much in it.
Tucked in the corner on the left side was a bookshelf with a desk set next to it. The desk itself had a small cup filled with writing tools, and in the center was a small stack of papers. On the other side of the desk was a dresser bare of anything on top, and filled with the typical angel garb.
On the other side is a bed with simple spread and a large trunk at the foot of it. Looking through the large trunk reveals his bow that a centurion took before dinner stated.
Looking out the window he finds a perfect view of a large garden space with targets off to one end.
It's all a nice space, something that Pit feels will become his own with time, but for now it's just an empty room with a lovely view. he takes a seat at the edge of the bed giving a slight bounce before his mind wanders to the figure he saw at the end of the final battle. His heart sang at the sight of the figure for some reason, but before he could get a good look at them they vanished, leaving him with more questions than answers he received.
Understanding the he won't be getting any sleep tonight he takes his bow from the trunk and goes out to the training area in the large garden.
That's where Palutena finds him the following morning by arriving to his room to retrieve him for breakfast, only to see him training through the window.
she crosses the room to call out to the young angel "Pit, How long have you been out there?"
Pit turns at the question and offers a shrug. "I don't know."
Palutena smiles and calls him in for breakfast, once again watching as he eats more than would be considered healthy for a young boy like him... If he were still human.
Throughout the day Pit trains with the other centurions in more archery. I tries his hand at flying after lunch, only to manage higher than average jumps. and after dinner heads back to his room in the hopes of falling asleep. Crawling underneath the covers he tries to get some sleep.
Within a few minutes he's back outside on the training ground.
The same thing happens the next few days. Palutena comes to get him for breakfast and finds him outside. He trains with the centurions after breakfast, and after lunch Palutena has been providing him with lessons in things he doesn't know. After diner he returns to his room in the hopes of trying to fall asleep, only to end up right back outside to train in archery.
Palutena worries about Pit. She sees how much he trains and how little sleep he actually gets. Knowing she doesn't have the right resources to help him, she contacts the one who may.
So it's later that day that the Goddess of Nature arrives along with the Goddess of Lightning.
Viridi joins Palutena in the gazebo within the garden, as Phosphera "torments" the young angel.
"He doesn't look to be lacking sleep." Viridi comments sipping at a cup of tea as she spies Phosphera taunting Pit into trying to hit her with his bow.
"I understand what it looks like, but the fact still stands that he's unable to sleep for some reason." Palutena says laughing at the sibling like antics.
"Did you even think about what he slept with before?" The Nature Goddess inquires taking another sip before setting her cup down.
"What he slept with before?"
Viridi nods. "Like how some mortal children can't sleep without a certain toy or a pet of some kind. Taking into account of Pit's situation growing up, he most likely fell asleep in a pile of snakes that would constantly shift and hiss." she shudders. "Urgh, just thinking about it disgusts me."
"That's a very valid point Viridi." Palutena remarks as she begins thinking of ways to mimic his prior sleeping conditions.
"You know, for the Goddess of Light you're not very bright." Viridi laughs as Palutena swats at her.
When Pit returns to his room that night to retrieve his bow there's a canopy where the bed was before, and underneath said canopy is a large pile of blankets of all kinds. Curiosity getting the better of him he crawls underneath the canopy and lets the fabric flutter behind him, as he rearranges the mound into something more or less resembling a nest of some kind with other blankets draped over the edges for easy access should he get cold during the night.
Throughout this whole thing he didn't even realize his eyes were closed until he stood up to observe his work. Only to freeze at his prior actions and look down at his hands, which felt as though someone had rested their hands over his for just a moment, as though someone else were guiding him through the motions of making the blanket next. Closing his eyes and sitting in the middle of said nest he focuses on that sensation and tries to remember anything else.
He's young, that much is clear from the sound of his giggles as he feels around a large mound of fabric. It's dark for a reason other than being completely smothered by fabric, and no light comes through when someone else removes them from his head.
A warm laugh.
"I'm sorry sweetie, I didn't see you there."
He laughs as more fabric is moved away from him, tickling bare skin. "Silly mama, I'm not seeing."
"Is that so, than you can't see this?" and a hand descends on his side and claw like nails gently tickle his sides. Something comes to flick across his cheek, and soon other things join in. Through it all there's joyous laughter. And before he knows the blankets are all being picket up with him still bundled up inside the tangled mess.
Everything is set down moments later, and he is removed from the pile all together. "Now my little one, how shall we set these up?"
Once again he's on the floor and reaching out a hand he touches a rough kind of fabric, something that wouldn't be comfortable to curl up under or sleep on. That's dragged over to one side. The next one is softer so is placed on the other side of him. The pattern is repeated as Mama hands him blankets and let's him decide where they go. Once the pile appears to be down, he stumbles over to another mound of blankets with a dip in the center.
"Mama, you gotta help me." he demands, and the chuckle comes from behind him before it wraps him in one of the yucky scratchy blankets.
"I gotta help you huh, than tell me where this one goes. Is this one used to wrap you up nice and warm so you can't wiggle free?" She jokes rubbing his cheek.
"NNNooooooo, this is itchy, it make the wall higher." he says trying to wiggle free.
He's released. "If the walls get any higher, I'm afraid you'll be unable to leave it." She says as she does as he wishes and lays large rough hands over his own to smooth it out.
"Than you'll have to help me." He says grabbing another blanket. They go on in silence for a bit as Blankets are added to the walls of their nest, and some are simply draped over. When all is said and done, Mama drops him in the center.
"You know, this is starting to look more like a bowl, and I think it's telling me to fatten you up until you're big enough to eat." she says before before crawling in and curling up around her son to nibble at his cheeks and fingers. resulting and more squeals.
Palutena goes to check on Pit, wanting to know if her having the bed switched out for almost every spare blanket managed to get him to sleep. She opens the door to Pit's room and peaks in, not seeing him training through the window. She contemplates going in to check underneath the canopy, but a light breeze flutters the opening just enough for her to see a head of messy hair curled up in the blankets.
She turns around and leaves, missing as a slightly stronger breeze pushes more of the canopy aside to reveal red cheeks stained with long dried tears.
A/N Nother memory unlocked for the wayward angel, but he's still confused by it all. Unsure about the next chapter, I think I want one of two more filler chapters before going on into the chapters from the game. Cause let me tell you, those will be fun to write.