Warm candles aglow... in this broken library of black night,
I snuggle up with you in this home built just for two,
In the hopes of rekindling your light.
The new light sources revealed a couch that had been broken into two, so Marionette gathered up the remaining pillows and cushions before making her way back to the nook.
She spread everything out just so, making the book fort comfy and cozy with all the pillows, cushions, lights, and bits of torn up linen.
“There… there we go… this area feels safe now. It’s all lit up… You’ll be fine now, Harlie… We’ll be… uggh…” -.-;
Completely exhausted from everything she has done up to this point, Marionette collapsed onto a pillow she finished placing.
Noooooo… she can’t stop yet. She still needs to polish up all those shiny things. The candles light things up well enough but the reflective surfaces will make everything brighter.
Harlie felt that warmth return, yet he didn’t know how to respond...What was he supposed to say?
Marionette wrapped her arms around him, holding him up. Again subconsciously Harlie questioned how this was even possible...she had to be about 9 or so inches smaller than him so he still towered over her….yet she was able to hold him up.
She took the candelabra from him and Harlie grabbed her waist lightly to steady himself. She led him over to another area not far from where he originally was, yet it was brightly lit...well, bright for this dark area.
He stared at the makeshift book fort….he cocked his head...it was weird but it looked safe. So he didn’t question it. He didn’t question a lot of things as of right now.
After she sat him down she did a bit more of tidying up and lit up more lights…. He watched with a blank expression but he questioned, why was she working so hard?
As he finished his thought, she felt over in exhaustion. Harlie’s emotional functions were still broken so he didn’t respond like one would...yet he leaned over to her and with the little bit of his strength, sat her back up and leaned her into his side.
Silence passed...not much was to be said...yet there were unspoken words.
“You….You need to stop” Harlie finally broke the silence “You...are going to get ill.” He stated emotionlessly.
He didn’t look at her, he just stared straight ahead “I’m not worth this effort.”
Marionette took deep breaths as she laid there on the pillow in a tired daze. Between all the running around and moving things that were heavier than what she was used to, the girl was absolutely exhausted. So much so that when Harlie pulled her over to his side she didn’t put up a hint of resistance; only making a small gasp at the touch and her face turning a light pink.
She’s… not used to getting touched like that.
It was unusual for anyone to make physical contact with her when she wasn’t the one initiating it, and even then it was almost always limited to careful hugs and being picked up and held like a doll most times. Getting pulled along like that was new. Being… held like this is… very new. Has she ever had someone’s arm draped around her like this? No… No she hasn’t.
She hopes she can remember how it feels when she leaves this realm of Harlie’s heart. But Harlie…
Poor Harlie… He must be so weak right now if he was having trouble pulling her over. Let’s see… five times the height must mean five times the weight, right? Hmm… no, no. No way she’s only 15 pounds. Although with her hair all floaty-ish like it is she wouldn’t be surprised if the weight was cut down…
There they sat for the longest time inside that little fort of theirs. Marionette would have wondered just how long they stayed like that in each other’s arms among the dim glow of the candle light, but she did not care. She was here, right where she wanted to be… though it did dawn on her that Harlie felt unusually cold.
It was at this point the boy spoke up, reiterating something he had mentioned earlier during their confrontation in the real world, along with some concerns for her well-being.
Having listened to what Harlie had to say, Marionette weakly reached out for a nearby scrap of fabric. It was torn up pretty badly, but it was big and intact enough to be used as a blanket, so she pulled it over the cold Zoroark in the hopes that it might help warm him up.
“You… said that before… Why do you keep saying that? I already told you… You are kind, you are sweet, but you are not worthless…”
He sighed a dead sigh “Because its true...why waste your time on me...? I can’t do anything” Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, yet his expression didn’t change.
“I’m boring, I have no special traits...I can’t...I can’t even be a true Zoroark...I’m worthless...I can’t even call myself one” His voice broke but he kept talking.
“My family is crumbling around me...It is one thing after another...why even try?” He asked rhetorically.
The tears fell in waves yet his expression was forever blank...He sighed another dead sigh…”You are worth far more than me...You are strong without me...you never needed me to help you that day...and never had needed me...I’m a waste of space.”
And with that last statement his facial expression did change, his fangs bared and he felt his blood boil in anger, yet his tone remained quiet.
“I hate that we can’t be normal together...I hate that I can’t hold you…” His grip tightened on her arm, yet subconsciously he made sure not to prick her skin with his claws. “I hate that I’m an idiot around you...I hate that I can’t just be your knight….I hate that I worry about you for naught...I hate that you are small...I hate that I’m big...I hate y…”He stopped, his voice cracking too much to continue, but added “as much as…” and he broke off again, the tears now rivers along his face.
Marionette just sat there with her head on Harlie’s shoulder as he talked; listening carefully to what he had to say. When his voice cracked, the girl quickly looked up to see the tears forming in his eyes, and when the tears fell down Marionette oh so much wanted to wipe them away, but she was stopped.
A pain shot through her causing her to flinch, originating from her arm. Lifting a hand up to that spot, the girl found that she was holding onto the claws that were digging into her wax.
They haven’t broken the skin and drawn blood, but still they hurt and stopped any viable attempt to dry the tears, so there she was forced to sit and listen to his speech increase in intensity until it just suddenly stopped.
So much of what he said she never knew… and a nice chunk of it was stuff she hoped had never bothered him. Inwardly she sighed; apparently him being completely fine with their size differences was indeed too much to ask for…
“Shhh… shhh… it’s okay, Harlie. Just calm down… please…” :c
Said Marionette as she took the hand that was holding onto the claws digging into her arm and put it up to Harlie’s cheek. With the way it was placed, the girl was able to gently move the boy’s head so that it rested against her own and she began to caress the cheek fondly. Taking note of just how soaked the fur was in that area.
She bit her lip for a moment. Considering what she could possibly say to make this better. Nothing came to mind… Except for one thing.
Marionette dreaded the idea of speaking what she was thinking out loud to anyone, as it really just had too much baggage connected to it that she has yet to deal with properly and she didn’t want to deal with it. But… for Harlie…
“I’m… I’m going to let you in on a secret… Something that… I don’t think I’ve ever told anyone before…”
“Not so long ago I was traveling. I’m not sure if I’ve ever gotten around to telling you about this, but I’ve been all over. For little over a decade I had traveled nonstop from vast deserts, to tall mountain sides, to just about every major city in probably most if not all the regions of the world. I’ve seen and experienced so many things… Most of it good and some of it… well… not so good…”
“There was never a dull moment though; I had all the world to explore and just about anybody to play with. I never had to be alone if I didn’t want to be, ‘cause I always seemed to have a knack of finding people who wanted to do nothing more but to scoop me up, bring me to their home, and feed me cookies.”
Marionette reflected fondly on that last statement; giving off a bit of a giggle at the memory of all the times she was just carried away for being such a cutie by random strangers. But then her tone suddenly changed and her face drooped in sadness.
“But… In reality I was… very… very much alone…”
“I was traveling because I was… looking for someone… Someone who was very important to me at the time… and because of it I was always on the move, never in the same place for very long. Two weeks max was normal, I think, and because of that I never really made any /real/ friends. They all were just people I met, had fun with for a while, and then left…”
“I didn’t have a home, I didn’t have a family, all I ever owned were the clothes on my back and all those things ever were was just a bunch of rags.”
“If a person’s worth was determined by the number of people who cared about them and loved them… who placed them in a special place in their heart… then I would have considered myself worthless…”
“I… I did… consider myself worthless.”
It was at this point that Marionette was beginning to cry. She couldn’t stop the tears, but still she kept going and tried her best to keep her voice even and steady. But still, despite all her efforts, Marionette’s voice still came out a bit shaky in some places.
“I… I had no one, Harlie. You say I’m strong and… perhaps I am, but… but it was only because I had no one there for me. I had to be able to get myself out of trouble because there was no one I could rely on to help me when I needed it most.”
“You never know if I need help because I never ask for it… and I never ask for it because I learned a very long time ago that it was just better for me to try to get out of trouble myself than to call out for something that would probably never come and get my hopes up for nothing.”
“You are not worthless, Harlie. You are not worthless to me! Because I need you more than you can ever imagine. To have someone I could rely on when I need them, to run to when I needed help, to know that there is /someone/ out there who would miss me if I ever just disappeared one day…”
“It’s all very important to me, because that is a very, very real fear I have; I am afraid that something will happen to me and that nobody will be looking. That wherever I am I’ll be unable to free myself with… when all this strength you say I have fails me… that I will be stuck trapped for all eternity with no hope of anyone ever coming to rescue me! That no one will even care that I’m gone or even notice!”
“S-so don’t you dare say that I don’t need you! Because… because I just don’t understand why… why you even allowed me to be w-with you in the first place!”
“Ever even daring to dream that perhaps you would consider me an option for anything romantic in the slightest was a big stretch, because you… You are cute… snuggly… kind… sweet… handsome and… big… While I’m just a puppet… a doll! Just a tiny and cute little toy for people to play with and then shelve when they’re done. W-who could… who… who would… ever… love a…”
She wanted to say so much more, but it was all just too much. She broke down then and there and sobbed her heart out, her hands covering her face.
Why couldn't Harlie just see… that he means so much to her? Flaws of any sort be damned; she needs him… whether he believes it or not.
He didn’t look at her as she asked for him to calm down. Only his ears flicked in her direction and the harsh sobbing slowed down. He felt her hand caress his cheek, which his head leaned into without the boy’s consent.
He felt horrible for even admitting his fears and anger...yet he felt a bit lighter afterwards…
Marionette went on to explaining something about herself...her life before him, before the school...before most things it seemed.
He finally looked at her, yet his expression didn’t change; it only showed he was listening... Yet as her voice cracked and her tone changed...Harlie’s did as well.
His eyes slightly widened, though the tears had yet to stop. Hearing her fears and worries internally made him think... He had a loving home...yes it was beyond stressful...especially as of late with the issues at hand...his abilities and his lack of strength... It was all petty compared to her and her tribulations.
Her broken sobbing broke him out of his stupor...it hurt him...he needed it to stop.
Roughly yet gently at the same time, Harlie grabbed Marionette by the arms and lifted her onto his lap. Once there he wrapped his arms around her waist and head respectively. So tight that she could have snapped in half...
A thought that he kept hidden for so long bubbled into his throat...he tried to swallow it down...but it was useless.
“By the gods do I hate you...as much as I love you.”
Marionette cried and cried and cried after that little speech of hers, making her face and the hands she was covering it with completely drenched.
She’s kept all those thoughts and feelings about herself bottled up for so long… It was, in a way, a relief to finally share it with someone else, but now the tears just won’t stop falling. She doesn’t think she has ever felt so vulnerable before… like as though she is just too limp and defenseless to stop anything from coming at her right now.
Even when Harlie pulled her so suddenly up into his lap she did nothing to resist; she was just feeling too powerless to stop him. She continued to cry of course, for the damned up reservoir of tears had yet to be drained, but its intensity had lessened in the surprise of the Zoroark’s actions.
He was being so rough with her… she never imagined that Harlie would ever have treated her in such a manner. She wasn’t being hurt or anything of course, it was a gentle kind of rough, but it all just took her completely off guard.
To be honest though, with this degree of roughness Marionette… well… she kinda liked it~
Though she doesn’t have much of a mind about her right now to really acknowledge the blush that had formed subconsciously upon her face; the girl’s mind is much too clouded as is to be able to think very well. All she really knows is that right now she is being held tighter than she has ever been held before. Being held… closer… to Harlie than she has ever been before.
Gasping for breath in between the sobs, Marionette found herself pushing her face up against Harlie’s; their tears mixing together as they cried.
When Harlie spoke up though the girl began to feel a wide range of emotions at his statement, and opened her eyes weakly to look into his.
“You… haa, haa… you *sniff* hate me? … But you… l-love me… too?”
This confused Marionette greatly; she felt ecstatic that he said he loved her, but this “hate her” statement that came with it… she doesn’t quite understand… was it because of their size differences? What does this even mean?
Harlie gave a rough sigh, refusing to look down at her in his arms. He just held her tighter...as if he loosened up even a bit, she’d disappear.
“...I don’t know...I don’t hate you...but I hate everything that comes with you...with us” He stated, pushing her deeper into his chest, making sure to move his head over her shoulder so her flame didn’t get in his face.
“I’m-I’m selfish...I want this.” He gave her a squeeze to punctuate his point. “I want...to hold you forever...and never let go...I want to love you….more than I already do.” Even with his sad but blank expression, a light pink came over his face.
“I want to be your strength and just your everything….b-but how c-can we!?” He cried once again and held her tighter “I-I’m a h-horrible w-worthless m-mon...I’m sorry….I'm s-ssoo sorry!” He cried even harder.
Marionette just sat there and listened, her face tired and worn looking from all the crying had put her through. The more he talked the more she calmed down… but the more he spoke the tighter his grasp was on her body.
Marionette had been squeezed and squished before, but never like this. Regular squeezing gets uncomfortable really fast at these pressures, but this was something else and it was making her feel all kinds of weird. Probably because she was being pressed so tight against Harlie, which was making her face turn a deeper and deeper shade of scarlet with every tightening.
Soon though, the boy broke down once again and Marionette quickly placed a hand on one of his cheeks to gently press his face against hers. She just can’t stand to see him like this. To feel him like this.
“You’re not selfish, Harlie… Not at all, not in the slightest. I… I want this too.”
“I-I want to be able to do… normal couple things with you… Like holding hands, walking down the sidewalk arm in arm, dancing, and… and so much more…”
“I want to be so much more for you. I want to be… what you deserve.”
“What my sweet… kind… and caring boyfriend deserves…”
“W-we’ll think of something to get through this. This island is very magical and I’ve heard strange things have happened to the students, s-so… so there might be something in this school somewhere that will be able to help. A-and if not then maybe we can… I don’t know… think some things to get around this size issue we have. Just… just to make things a bit more bearable if anything…”
“I… I don’t want to give up on this. I care too… I… I /love/ you too much, Harlie, to give up….”
“I love you…”
Harlie sobbed and snorted as he leaned into her hand once again listening to her words; Though he would lightly shake his head “No I am selfish...don’t ever say I’m not...but I accept that I am…...” He said with his face actually having emotion. It was sad but warm...his eyes looked brighter.
He swallowed “With being selfish...I get to keep you” He looked embarrassed. He got quiet thinking...she mentioned the island being magical...and it was...but he couldn’t ask her to change, when he himself wouldn’t nor couldn’t.
“I...I want that more than anything...but I can’t ask that from you…” He said honestly, but broken...it hurt to hear it out loud.
Harlie gently grasped her face and gave her a gentle look “...I-I love you as well...too much to ever stop” and with that he placed a long lingering kiss upon her.
Harlie couldn’t help but enjoy it more than ever...she fit...they fit….More tears poured down his face yet his mouth upturned into a smile...he chose her...he’d deal with everything that came their way. The good and bad...but for this little moment...he would savor it for as long as possible.
He started to laugh, tears pouring down his face and yet he kept laughing.
Marionette ended up holding her breath when Harlie made one of his statements.
By being selfish he… he gets to keep her? She… her face feels so warm right now, and her chest… How this boy always manages to find a way to make her heart dance like this she may never know, but the “how” in all honesty doesn’t matter. She doesn’t care how… only that it’s a sensation that she loves so much; it makes her soul soar.
Marionette’s face soon turned a bit sad though… It’s true that she said that they will find a way to get over their size problem, possibly through some sort of magical means, but she said that part halfheartedly.
She wants to be with Harlie so much, to be the same size as him, but she also loves the way she is now. She loves being tiny; it’s like as though she is always on an adventure, for even the most mundane of tasks can be exciting when you are small. She even got an Everstone some time ago to make sure she stays a Litwick.
The girl wants to be big for Harlie, but she wants to be small for everything else… There must be a way for her to have both, right?
It was a depressing train of thought she was riding on… However it was soon interrupted.
Harlie had gently taken her face into his hand this time and Marionette ended up looking into his eyes. A small smile grew, for within those eyes the little Litwick could tell that they had grown brighter. Much, much brighter than when she first found him within the dark. And then… the kiss.
Marionette’s fire flared wildly when Harlie planted his lips onto hers, releasing a flurry of embers into the air.
It had surprised her, that kiss… for Harlie had always been so shy whenever he showed this kind of affection. Only ever giving the lightest of pecks most of the time, even though they had been together for months now. Marionette can’t say she hasn’t been guilty of the same deed though; she too had been shy with her kisses, but still this was all… strange.
All wonderfully strange.
Their kisses have been so disproportionate up to this point that finally getting a proper one felt like a dream. Marionette’s mind went blank at this… unable to think of anything during this time and just simply allowed herself to be kissed and enjoy the sensation it created.
When it had finished though and the boy’s lips left hers, Marionette looked at Harlie curiously yet longingly as he chortled away.
“What’s… what’s so funny?”
She asked of the laughing boy. Although she never did give him the chance to answer back.
For as soon as the question left her lips Marionette found herself unable to resist returning the affection he just showed. She had no idea what she was doing since this was the first time she ever had normal kisses, but she never wanted any of this to stop.
===============================================================LuckyRyo:’I’m laughing because I’m happy’
Harlie thought, unable to answer since Marionette didn’t give him a moment to do so... He didn’t want it any other way.
Harlie of course preferred this... Before, any sort of kissing was awkward...sweet but awkward. Harlie never had been with anyone before her, she was of course small, and lastly he didn’t want to hurt her...so he always remained gentle and light in any sort of affection.
However for this one moment...both mons were allowed to be selfish...to be wilder and free.
Harlie hated to ruin the moment, but he needed air... He was feeling weak still...for many reasons.
So he chose to wrap his arms back around her back and pull her close...not as tight, but tight enough for her to be flush against him
He gave a semi sad sigh “...We can’t stay here can we?” Harlie asked in a sad but accepting tone.
===============================================================DreamingMystic:”I’m happy too…”
Was what Marionette would have found herself saying had she actually heard the Zoroark’s reply, but she got the gist of it. Harlie’s soul tastes happier than it has in perhaps a long time… and tasting that radiating off him filled the Litwick with joy.
Soon though the kiss had ended and she was returned to leaning upon the boy’s chest. Marionette was sad that the moment had ended, but in a way she was relieved it did.
She loved the kiss, she loved the feel of Harlie’s soft and fuzzy lips upon hers, she loved being so close to him, and she loved the taste of the emotions radiating off his soul, but… well…
It probably would have been pretty hard to stop if they kept going for all she knew.
All concerns aside though, Marionette very much enjoyed lying against Harlie and being held like this. She sighed contently, nuzzling her face against his chest as she made herself comfortable and content.
The smile soon faded however… because the boy had just brought up a very important point that she had completely forgotten about.
Looking around at the cozy little home she made for them, Marionette took note at just how bright the candle lights were now. It made everything so warm… filling the small nook within this mountain of books with a golden glow that made everything feel so safe and inviting in this world of darkness.
She didn’t want to leave. She didn’t want any of this to end.
“Siiiigh… no. No we can’t stay here. Or at least… I can’t.” :c
“I’m uhh… Not really supposed to be here.” <////^//<;
Marionette looked a bit downwards and to the side when she said that.
She’s pretty embarrassed by how she came to be in here. She can transverse the big world in her tiny body with skill, she can control fire with ease, and detect and track down souls from long distances…
But she can’t control most of her ghostly powers very well. So possessing her boyfriend like this with no prior intentions is making her cheeks turn pink.
Makes her kinda wish she had stayed at Strange House long enough to learn how to do such thing properly.
Harlie gave her a confused look “Oh?” he asked but said no more. He kept on hugging her for a while. Just enjoying holding her...if she had to go soon, he’d enjoy it as long as possible….till hopefully it could be a reality.
Part of him laughed. Reality… he had never wanted to deal with reality, hiding in books all his life...yet he never wanted something so much.
He sighed “When you go back...I don’t know if I will remember this...I will try...but if I don’t...please...just work with me” His eyes watered yet tears refused to drop.
“I don’t want to go back...so please….just never let me forget this” He gave her a tight squeeze but let her go right away.
“Umm… y-yeah. I, uhh… kinda did a thing on accident earlier while we were talking and umm…” .//////.;
“I kinda… possessed you… sorry…” >///^///<;
Marionette buried her face into Harlie’s chest when she said that, just feeling very sheepish for the action that brought her here. But even so, she is absolutely grateful that it happened.
This may not be real, as in reality real, but it gave her a glimpse into what she could only ever dream of. A dream that someday shall hopefully become true… but until then she can hold onto the memories she makes here and treasure them in her heart.
Or at least… she hopes she can hold onto them.
In a world where everything seems so dreamlike will small sensations and feelings like this be forgotten like a dream? Harlie suspects as much and is concerned about it just like her.
“I will… I’ll find some way to remind you, because… I… I want to remember this too.” .///w///.
Marionette let herself linger upon the Zoroark’s chest just a little bit longer before forcing herself to speak again. She doesn’t want to go back either… but the little ghost doesn’t know what kind of affect prolonged possession will have on Harlie. So she leans back, though her body was still very much in close contact with the boy’s, and asks…
“Do you think you will be able to move now or do you need to rest more?”
Harlie didn’t respond for a while...nor did his face change. In fact it became impassive and blank once again.
“It’s ok” He finally responded after a while...and set to rubbing small circles on her back as he stared out past her.
He felt better...that much was true...yet he was still not 100% perfect...it would take time. This much he could tell.
He smiled a soft smile, though it had a linger of tease, as she stated she wished to remember this too...Good...if he didn’t forget, he’d make sure she didn’t forget either.
Harlie once again smiled as she leaned back into his chest, never stopping the light circles.
However she pulled back slightly; allowing his hands to lightly rest on her hips; barely touching, yet obviously there.
He thought about her question quietly...he even moved his legs slightly, testing them “...I should be able to walk.” He finally answered after a while and lightly moved, signifying that he was trying to get up.
Not without issues of course.
Marionette felt herself quiver a bit when Harlie started to rub the small circles into her back.
So many new sensations she’s felt today, but this one was especially new and felt really nice. Is this what a back rub feels like? It’s having her make little murrs of delight~
The light rubbing even made the girl forget about that hint of tease she saw in one of Harlie’s smiles. She had never seen such a look from him before and wondered what it could mean, but that train of thought got derailed quickly once the feeling of those circles came to her attention again.
Maybe she should ask for an actual massage sometime… though this is enough for now.
“Ahh, that’s good. I’ll…” o w o
Went Marionette as Harlie started to move with her still on top.
Never had she been so keenly aware of where she was sitting right now. Up until this point the girl had been too concerned and focused on Harlie to fully take note as to exactly where she was; sitting in his lap, face front towards the boy, and he was holding her ever so lightly down by the hips against his. This revelation cased Marionette’s face to turn completely red.
“H-hold on a moment, Harlie. I need to get off first.” o//////////o;
Hands on Harlie’s shoulders, Marionette kneeled up so as to get off the boy, but she hadn’t moved any farther than that. The cloth ceiling was hanging too low for the girl to stand up all the way and looking around… There were just too many things in the way. Why did she gather up so much shiny objects? These candles are providing more than enough light to light everything up, and now the items are making it hard to figure out where she should move without it getting a bit too awkward for her and Harlie.
Perhaps a jump for the pillows behind her would be best? She never did get around to placing them properly.
Harlie quietly nodded but said nothing, as he let Marionette lift herself off him. He hated the loss of contact...yet a part of him was glad. He was still weak and his legs needed some relief; even if she was still rather light.
He watched her quietly, she looked horribly embarrassed. Honestly Harlie couldn’t tell why...while in this mindset he was less...shy if that was the correct word but yet everything was still blurry to him.
He lifted his arms in her direction and gave her a rather pathetic look that if he was in his right mind he would have been horribly upset at himself...But he didn’t care in this exact moment.
“May I have some help, please?” He asked quietly.
Marionette looked down at the Zoroark reaching his arms out towards her and made a little smile. The sight she was seeing indeed was pathetic, which was a little sad, but the Litwick couldn’t help but find the face Harlie was wearing to be a little cute too. It just made her want to give him all the snuggles and kisses in the world to make those sad eyes go away.
“Sure. Just give me a minute~” c:
Having crawled back a bit to give her some pulling space, Marionette threw the blanket she placed on Harlie earlier to the side and grasped his wrists to get a good grip.
She froze and tensed up a bit though when she saw the scars that marked her forearms. She had completely forgotten about those and looked up at Harlie nervously. He hasn’t said anything about them yet… Has he perhaps not noticed? It’s not like her wax body leaves any scars behind when it heals, so he couldn’t have known about these past injuries beforehand… Although he has been pretty preoccupied, so…
Shaking her head to free herself from those thoughts, Marionette focused on the task at hand and prepared herself for the pull.
“Okay… 1, 2, 3… hurrr!” >^<;
Great… She knew that Harlie was heavy, and she’s never pulled anyone up before, but she never thought it would be /this/ hard to get him on his feet. She’ll just have to put everything she’s got into this next try.
“Alright, no holding back this time. 1… 2… 3!” >:c
Okay. Too much force with that one; it got Harlie up on his feet quick but she ended up falling backwards too. Who knew being big would make her so clumsy…? Oh well… at least she landed on the pillows behind her or else that would have hurt.
Harlie used as much strength as he had to lift himself...it wasn’t easy...His legs just felt so sore...like jelly. He still felt...weak inside as well….He cared for Marionette and loved her, and with that he felt back to normal. Yet him as himself and his own issues still kept him in the dark...not as much as before but just enough to remain weak.
He felt her froze as she grabbed his wrists...at first he thought it was cause he was too heavy, which he probably was. Then he noticed her line of sight...odd scars lined her arms. Normally Harlie probably would have questioned her about it...ask if she was ok. However, he just cocked his head at them as they fought to get him on his feet...He did worry if they hurt...he hoped they didn’t. Yet with how this “world” was, he didn’t feel too worried...If she wished to talk about it, he’d listen. Till then he wouldn’t say a word.
Finally with a great pull, Harlie was pulled to his feet. He leaned forward, holding himself up with his hands on his knees, like he was winded. When he looked up, he blinked at Marionette now being on the ground...luckily the pillows cushioned her fall...but he couldn’t help but feel guilty.
Without asking, Harlie gently grabbed her wrist and pulled her up with ease….she weighed nothing.
He looked away from her “I’m sorry” He apologized with a guilty though deadpan tone...he still held her wrist however, gently.
Marionette gave off a tired sigh as she laid there in that pile of pillows.
She was sleepy… oh so sleepy… all that crying really did a number on her and made her want to just lay there and stare at the makeshift ceiling. She knows that they really should get going, but maybe they could…
Before she could finish that thought though, Marionette felt herself being pulled upwards by her wrist. She was amazed at just how easily the Zoroark was able to lift her when he could barely lift himself, especially since she didn’t help him in any way in her lethargic state.
Now on her feet, the girl looked at the boy as he turned away and mumbled out a sorry. Honestly, she couldn’t see why he would feel so compelled to apologize to her, but gave him a soft smile anyway. Slowly and without thinking, Marionette’s hand grabbed Harlie’s wrist and migrated into the hand that was oh so gently holding her.
He felt warmer than when she first found him now that she thinks about it.
“It’s okay; you don’t have anything to be sorry about.” c:
Looking down to see that they were now properly holding hands, Marionette blushed a little and squeezed Harlie’s hand just a bit tighter. Another new sensation she hopes to never forget… and one she had always day dreamed of experiencing.
Hmmm… alright… she’ll save sleeping for later after they at least cover some ground. She doesn’t want to let go of the boy’s hand just yet.
Leading Harlie out of the book fort glowing with golden light abound, Marionette stretched out her back before getting a good look at their surroundings.
It would seem that while they were in their little nook a good number of other nearby candles had been lit aflame. Probably because there was just too much lovey-dovey-ness in the fort and it just spilled out into the world… and not only that, but the world itself… Oh, she can see so much more.
Before, light didn’t travel from its source very far; the darkness just seemed to eat away at any illumination before it could reach a certain distance. But now the travel of the lights in the area looked to be reasonable and realistic! A deep and heavy darkness still fills in the cracks of absolutely everything around here, and the true height of these bookcases is still obscured by an inky black, but it was nowhere as bad as before and inspired a bit of hope in the candle girl.
Picking up the same candelabra from earlier, now only lightly scratched and dented instead of full on battered, Marionette gave it to Harlie for him to hold once again.
“Here. I already have my fire to guide me, so you can have this again. Now let’s get going.” ^w^
And so the couple began the long walk to who knows where, but little did they know that ominous presence that made Marionette want to seek shelter long ago was still around.
Many shadowy wisps with crimson eyes watched the two lovebirds from above and around corners restlessly. They did not foresee this… their realm has become brighter, the darkness tainted with light.
Their power still holds this world strong, but this new development is troubling and they must do something before the light in their host becomes too great.
They need to regain the ground they lost; snuff out this light that has grown.
The girl, she is the cause. She either must go…
Or be claimed as their own.
[To be continued...]