Title: Nightmares and Dreamscapes- Chapter 20/?
Fandom: Lazytown
Pairing: Sportacus/Robbie
Rating: T/M
Summary: There is no such thing as magic...right? However, when Robbie starts noticing something strange about Sportacus and unusual things start occurring in Lazytown, that belief just might have to be changed.
Author's Notes: Wow, chapter 20. I thought I'd be done with this by now. Although, I do think it's going to be ending soon anyway. Another few chapters, I think. Updates are going to start getting further apart because I am (unfortunately) back at school and homework will eat my brain. Thanks for all the reviews!
For a moment, Sportacus's mind screeched to a halt. This? This was Robbie's Love? His mind tried to get back onto track, failed, and crashed and burned. Love simply looked back to him and smiled a little. "Are you that shocked?" he asked.
Sportacus floundered and then eventually got out, "Uh, no, it is just…strange, I mean. I never thought…"
Giving a slight, carefree laugh, Love said, "I understand." Then Love looked down at Angel. "You probably the one to find him, weren't you?" When Angel just smiled innocently up at him, Love laughed again. "Of course."
Looking back to Sportacus, Love said, "Well, I should probably show you where the All is, shouldn't I? This mess has dragged on for far too long."
Once again, Sportacus's thought process crashed. But this time, it just as quickly came back. "You know where Robbie is?" he asked excitedly.
Love nodded. "Yes. I'll be able to take you to him." Suddenly, he craned his neck to peer out the window. "Quickly, too. Who knows what Glanni will do if he gets his hands on you." Adjusting Angel on his hip, Love strode out of the cottage, Sportacus hurriedly following him.
"What do you mean?" Sportacus asked as they walked down a well-worn trail.
"Glanni will get you alone for a few minutes and somehow squirrel his way into getting you to do anything he wants. And you won't even realize he's done so, until the act's completed." Love frowned. "And with your probable magic powers and the loss of the control of the All…well, it wouldn't be pretty, I supposed."
"Is that it?" Sportacus asked. It didn't seem like that much, and he was sure he'd be able to withstand a few persuasive words…
Angel narrowed his eyes in a dark glare and wagged his finger in Sportacus's face. Love tipped his head down. "Angel is right," he said softly to Sportacus. "You shouldn't take Glanni lightly. Think of it this way: a fully magical elf running around a mind where the true soul is lost. And if a particularly cruel personae got a hold of said elf, he could take over the body quite easily, I believe." His eyes narrowed at Sportacus. "And do not think you'd be able to resist his words. He is not so easy to put off as you believe."
Oh. That explained everyone's hesitation to explain. Warned, but still not able to resist…and then being used to destroy Robbie. Sportacus shivered.
The trees started getting even sparser, the light brighter. The path was mere dirt under their feet.
Abruptly, Love stopped and turned to Sportacus. "Sportacus," he said gently. "You must remember that the All has had a hard life and that causes him to be reticent about his emotions sometimes."
Sportacus looked at the kind face and beseeching eyes. "I understand," he replied truthfully. As emotional and outgoing as Robbie was, Sportacus could now see how much Robbie actually hid. He couldn't tell if all people had the same layout as this—with personae for each and every emotion—but with so much going on, there had to be so much hidden.
Love smiled and there suddenly was sadness in the curve of his smile and the stormy grey of his eyes. With the hand not holding on to Angel, he reached out and curved it against Sportacus's cheek. "As long as you understand," he said, the sadness even curling out into each sound.
Just as quickly as he had done that, Love turned back to the path and started walking once more. As they continued moving down the path, Sportacus could feel tendrils of magic, dark and rotting, reaching out for him. It seemed to take a forever for the path to come to a clearing, but when it did, it was worth it.
In the clearing was a shimmering dome of magic and in the center of the dome was…Robbie. Sportacus rushed forward, eyes on the figure curled on the forest floor. However, when he got close to the dome, the sheer foulness of the magic pushed him back.
Carefully, he reached out with his own magic, the lightness of it bright against the stagnant magic. He had to twine his magic around the dome, again and again and again, before the darkness started to leak away. He could feel the pulse of the crystal against his chest as his poured out more and more magic. Soon, it became a tug on his magic, an actual draining, to pull out more and more of his magic to wrap around the darkness. When the darkness actually started to clear away, he was physically exhausted, sweat beading on his brow.
The magic of the dome cracked, splintered, and then started fading away into nothing, the enchantment broken. Mind hazed over by the sheer relief of finding Robbie and breaking the hold of the svartàlfar, he dropped to his knees. Gentle hands curved over his shoulders and Love said, "Why'd you have to go and exhaust yourself that way, Sportacus? If you had taken it a bit at a time…"
But the words dissolved into mere background noise when Robbie actually started moving. Sportacus hurried up, almost stumbling, and ran over to Robbie. By Robbie's side, he knelt and placed his hand on one narrow shoulder. "Robbie?" he asked quietly.
Robbie's eyes flickered open, the shadowy grey focusing on him. "Sportacus?" he asked, baffled. "What are you doing here?"