Well, here is the next one! And it's up sooner than expected. Cheer everyone!
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Title: Little Thomas
Character(s): Lloyd
Pairing: None
Summary: A little boy from Iselia draws a picture for Lloyd.
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Little Thomas loved to draw. Every year for his birthday he'd ask his parents for paper or paint or crayons. Paint was his favorite to get, though, even though his Mommy didn't really like it.
"Tommy! What did you do? The kitchen's covered in paint!"
Everything that he thought was pretty or cool was copied on to a piece of paper and pegged on "The Wall". This wall wasn't some ordinary paint covered wall, no, this was a very special wall. The Wall was covered from floor to ceiling with Little Thomas' masterpieces.
The boy kept these picture close to him-and for good reason too. There was his Mommy and Daddy there, and there was his kitten, Tweet. He drew of a lot of his kitty-cat. The adults never really understood why he named his friend that, but it made perfect sense to him.
"Mommy, his name's Tweet 'cause if his name sounds like the birdies then he'll get along with 'em better."
But his family wasn't all that he was working on. Especially not now. He'd been painting a lot of this new person lately (they just got back to the village).
He dipped two of his chubby fingers into the red paint then smeared it as best as he could into the lines he drew earlier. For the smaller objects, he only employed one of his fingers; he wanted to make sure it was neat. Once Little Thomas thought it was acceptable, he wiped his "brushes" in the grass then got black as his new color. He aligned his fingers and scrawled a name on the top of the page.
Lloyd Irving.
He clapped his hands together for a job well done then hurriedly blew uneven breaths onto the wet paint. When he finally thought that the color was dry, he scooped up his utensils and dumped them into his playhouse. Now, time to head out!
He shuffled throughout the village, picture clutched in his small hand, and scanned the few people he passed. He kept an eye out for a red coat. That was easy to spot. Even his Daddy thought so. He told his Mommy that one day.
"Hun, that boy's got porcupine hair and coat that could beat Santa's. We'd know if he was in town."
He perked up when he saw the pointy mop of hair and the red jacket. He rushed over, calling Lloyd's name and Little Thomas' hero looked over and smiled at him.
"Hey, there, Tommy! What's up?"
He thrust the crumpled piece of paper up the Lloyd's face and grinned. "I made you a picture!"
"Thank you!" he ruffled the boy's hair and took it from his hands. He chuckled at it then said, "Wow! It looks just like me!"
Little Thomas beamed at the praise. "Really?"
"Of course! I mean, look," he pointed to the noodle-like body and remarked, "you even noticed that I lost a few pounds. Good eye."
The little boy giggled when Lloyd put a hand to his scalp again. The swordsman then glanced around the area. He furrowed his brow. "Where are your parents, Tommy?"
The child puffed out his chest. "I'm a big boy, so I came here by myself!" he stated proudly. He felt just like Lloyd. His hero could go places without his parents, so he could too!
"That was very reckless of you, Tommy," Lloyd reprimanded with a slight frown. He chastised him softly so as to not be too hard on the boy (he did just give him a picture, after all). "You could've gotten hurt out here all alone. Make sure you bring your mom or dad next time, 'kay?"
Little Thomas nodded, eyes downcast, but stuck out his bottom lip in a pout. Lloyd sounded just like his Mommy did when he went out last time.
"You almost gave me a heart attack, Tommy! Promise me you won't leave without me again?"
"Good," Lloyd grunted as he hoisted the little boy on his shoulders. "Now, let's get you back home."
"M'kay!"
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Lloyd went though the creaky front door then headed up the stairs into his room. Instead of going to his bed like he should have at such a late hour, he bypassed it and went to the wall across from it. He fished through his pocket and withdrew a folded up piece of paper. He then reached over to the drawers in his desk and opened up a few of them until he found a small nail. He fed the piece of paper through the nail then pushed that through the wall. Stepping back, he made sure that it wasn't crooked then nodded in approval. Examining the rest of the wall, he let out a sigh. He was running out of room.
Practically the entire wall across from his bed was covered with portraits of himself done by numerous children. Some were of him smiling, fighting, cheering, taking down a monster, or anything a child's imagination could come up with. One section always caught his attention, though. Why? Well, this section had about fifteen drawings-all of him, all by the same person.
Little Thomas.
Lloyd loved the drawings, he did, but he just had so many. It was a little overwhelming at times.
Shaking his head, he decided not to worry about it and go to bed. And he figured he shouldn't complain. The kids thought he was a hero and they absolutely adored him (along with Colette and the Sage siblings). It was flattering when he would come into the village and have the kids cheering him on. It was, dare he say it, cute, too.
Besides, he thought as he stuck his hand under his bed, he wasn't one to talk. He withdrew a folder and with a wistful smile, he flipped it open. He grinned at the contents. Before him were the many picture he had drawn when he was kid. He remembered drawing them after being taken in by Dirk. Half of the pictures were of dark silhouettes with swords or purple blobs with blue backs; the inscription on top was 'Daddy'. They were a five year old's interpretation of a hazy memory. By that time in his life he could barely remember Kratos. He tried to though. He recalled sitting up night upon night trying with all his little might to get a face or a name.
The other half was filled with a dwarf either smiling or crafting metal. Big muscles were scribbled in with peach colored pencils and the scruffy beard was squiggled on with brown. The older of these drawings had 'Dirk' on the top, but as Lloyd got older, he started to scrawl with a pencil on the top 'Dad'.
A feeling of nostalgia washed over the twin swordsman. He actually...missed these. He flicked his eyes over to the desk where the drawer he had opened earlier was slightly ajar. Lloyd shuffled over to the nails and chuckled. He really couldn't believe he was doing this. He already didn't have enough room as it was. Shrugging, he set to work and in no time at all, his Wall came to life. He smiled at his work and felt content enough to finally find solace in sleep.
Little Thomas wasn't the only one to love drawing, it seemed.
And that is that! Reviews would be much appreciated as always, but it's not a must (even though I've been reading some stories where authors are like, "Meh! I'm going to be a brat and not update until I get this many reviews!" Fortunately, I am not like that).
But I would like to thank BrokenWind234 for kindly pointing out to me that I had a bunch of typos and errors in the last chapter. Thank you! (I changed them, just btw)