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Nickname Vote:
Main Boy- Garrett (7), Kevin (1), Muff (1), Kent (0)
Rival- Mittens (2), Kailen (2), Chase (3), Axel (2)
Main Girl- Leia (4), Blaire (3), Adelaide (2), Usako (0)
Scientist- Isaac (1), Sage (3), Wheatley (2), Germany (1)
Question: Out of all the names you guys have sent in so far/ a few that I've chosen, I've picked four for each. I've already voted on my favourite fanon names- it's your turn!
My Answer: I voted for Garrett, Chase, Leia, and Wheatley.
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Characters: Yellow X Lance, as requested.
Summary: Me and Yellow fall for characters the same way, it seems.
Sticks and Stones
Sticks and stones
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Yellow liked to read.
Before she was dragged into the cyclone of angst that is the Dexholders, she would sit beside her uncle and read while he fished, enjoying the feel of the wind in her hair and the paper under her fingertips. She would skip stones with her free hand and fiddle with sticks that were caught in the river's current, while her imagination fought battles and found friends and fell in love.
(Back then, she wished that she was as brave as her imagination.)
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May break my bones
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Yellow doesn't have time to read anymore.
She's caught in the eye of the storm that is the Dexholders, and even her imagination can't be brave for her right now: it's like she's a damsel in distress, trying to mend the broken bones while waiting for her prince to save her. She's being forced to fight battles, and friends are finding her, and she's falling in love.
She's the damsel in distress, and Red is her prince- that's always been obvious. From the day she bandaged him up, it's been clear. And she loves him, she really does. He's so strong, so lovely and kind, and bright enough to drown out everything- and everyone- around him.
Yet there's a part of her- just a flower of a part, really, that is still growing in her heart of hearts- that thinks that maybe she's a hero, too, that doesn't need a prince to save her. She thinks that maybe she's a hero that needs a knight to fight alongside her.
(And that's the thing: back in the day, when she had the time to read and not worry about the future of the world, she would always fall in love with the main character. She would fall for his heroics, his kindness, his beauty, and she would be blind to every character but him.
(It was only until she reread the book that she would discover the secondary character, and love him even more.
(Because while she loved the main character for the halo that surrounded him, she saw the secondary character for who he really was, and loved him for that instead.)
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But you
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Yellow will read again.
When she escapes from the eye of the storm, she'll sit by the river in Viridian Forest, and read. She will enjoy the feel of the wind in her hair, and the paper under her fingertips. She will skip stones with her free hand and fiddle with sticks that are caught in the river's current, while she thinks back to how she fought battles and found friends and fell in love.
But most of all, she'll think of him.
She'll think of their shared powers, of how they are both connected to Viridian. She'll think of how he restrained those powers, and taunted her instead of killing her. She'll think of his determination and his words and his eyes, and she will wonder if he ever thinks of her at all.
One day, when he comes back to Viridian, he will find her thinking by the riverside, and will sit down beside her in the spot her uncle used to fish.
(He will never tell her, but he likes to read, too. He will never tell her how he thinks of their shared powers, and how they are both connected to Viridian. He will never tell her why he restrained those powers, and taunted her instead of killing her. He will never tell her how he thinks of her kindness and her voice and her smile, and how he wonders if she ever thinks of him at all.
(He will never tell her, but to him, she has never been a damsel in distress: she has always been a hero. She has always been strong and lovely and kind, and bright enough to drown out everything- and everyone- around her.
(He will never tell her, but she has always been braver than his imagination could ever be.
(And that is the way their story will begin.)
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You have never hurt me