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“But op where’s his sixth arm” ooo look at mr counts arms over here
((So I really wanted to draw victor as a human and writer as a kid and their whole daughter weird uncle relationship and also victor in a Hawaiian shirt so...)
It’s the boy
((It’s the boi. Someone took away his stupid hat and forced him into looking like a rough sketch without line art))
((I don’t know what a side character is cause all of my characters have a story in their name it’s an issue I refuse to solve))
((Fun fact from a friend: there’s creatures in wonderland known as penpals. They’re object heads of sorts with calligraphy pen tops as their heads, their hearts essentially a bottle of ink. Their voices sound like variations from rough scratches to smooth long strokes but otherwise they can not speak by writing with their index finger. They act as messengers. Not to mention their hearts are valuable, as well as their bodies when they die. They turn into a pen once dead and having one is a treasure and a gift. Only three citizens own one))
Victors past (part 2 finally)
By the time he had returned home it was the thick of night. No people were bustling in the streets and every shop was closed. All that remained were a few oil lamps outside houses and some police men on guard duty. Victor made his way back towards his house, this time careful not to make a sound as he entered, despite his excitement ready to explode out of his chest.
His father was waiting for him, back to the front door and reading a news paper. "You're back already?" He asked in a condescending tone. Victor came up to him without a word, and dropped the 10 pound sack of coins in his lap, causing his father to jolt. He was about to scold him until he realized what exactly was just thrown on him. He opened it up in a hurry and saw it was filled with gold coins. He looked to Victor with what seemed like fear in his eyes, "Where did you get this? How did you get this?"
"I got a job, they paid me in advance. The only catch is that I have to travel rather far, that's why they gave me so much so early." He lied.
His father put the sack down gently on the floor and then stood up and hugged his son, "I'm proud of you, you did good."
Victor was a bit happy to get some validation from his father, "See what happens when you have faith in me?"
His father laughed, "Don't push this now you got lucky. But... most people do so, just don't take advantage of it"
Victor nodded, "Advice taken sir."
He went upstairs and kissed his mother on the forehead, then gathered up a few things from his room for the trip. His father gave him some food, and canteens of water. Before he left his father stopped him once more.
“If at any point you get into trouble you turn back around. You’re more important than whatever the job pays. And there’s still a chance of work with me in case. Got it?” It was the first time in a while his father sounded sincere, or worried for that matter.
Victor nodded, “Will do dad.” They shared a smile, then Victor left.
He went around back and grabbed his horse, named Pearl, the name fitting with her white and ashy coat. He petted her softly to sooth her, then leapt on her back and headed into the woods. If he had any chance of completing the list he needed to be fast and not waist any time. Even if the time given was marked by some candle, and who knows how long that will stay burning. Best not to think about it, he thought.
He looked over the list quickly, first up was a water lily. The closest pond was on the outskirts of the woods where a river pools lazily into swallow ground. With Pearl’s help he made it there before the moon was at midnight. The moonlight reflected like silver over the black pond water, and made the few stray lilies glow brightly with white light. Using a long branch he was able to guide a lily pad over towards the shore.
He smiled at the frail flower, the last time he’d been here was when he was much younger, with an old lady friend whom many wished for him to marry. They would spend hours getting away from the town and just be kids. Once they grew up the town snatched them back, and he’s rarely seen her since. But the memories still held sweetness. He pocketed the flower into the saddle bag and hopped back on his horse.
Next was to get cedar wood, to which he’d need to travel far out to a local town where they did traded. The wood was commonly used to make coffins, beautiful to say the least when finely crafted. This town offered the best supply of it. But that doesn’t excuse the fact that it took the rest of the night just to get there. He made the trade and pocketed the small samples of wood before looking over the list again.
There were still about four other things he needed, although he wasn’t sure how. Sticky burning ambers, a piece of love, cold, and a lost mind. Half of these were concepts let along an object. He looked to see the sun rising, thinking to himself to at least try to get these before sunset. He fed Pearl and then headed back towards the woods, making it back by noon.
Once there he stopped to let her rest, leaning against an old tree. He laughed breathlessly, “This lady’s got me doing her shopping doesn’t she?”
Pearl huffed in response as if understanding fully.
He turned to her, “Where do I even find these things?” He scoffed, “I’ll tell you what by the time I’ve figured it out I’ll have the lost mind.”
Pearl nudged him, forcing Victor to stumble.
He readjusted his hat, “What you think that’s what she means? I have to find loopholes is that it?” He looks over the list again, “You know that’s not that bad of an idea.”
He pulled away from the tree and noticed some sap getting stuck on his hand, he tried wiping it off at first then stopped. He smiled, “Sticky burning ambers... son of a gun.” He grabbed a scrap piece of paper from the saddle bag and collected a bit of sap.
He turned to pearl as he pocketed it, “That counts right?”
He sat down in the grass, and soon Pearl laid down next to him like a dog. He looked up and watched the clouds through the tree leaves.
“I wonder why so many people fear her, she seems nice. Aside from possibly wanting to, kill me.”
Pearl gave him a side glance.
“I said possibly!” Victor defended. He relaxed again, “Think about it though. She’s alone in the woods. Seems to me she has her life figured out, has a house and no one is barking orders at her.”
He petted Pearl softly, “Then again, she’s not making deals with a suspicious hermit in the woods in order to gain a father’s approval.”
He sighed, “Wish he would trust me. What’s so bad about trying to do my own business anyways!”
Pearl pushed into him, and he smiled, “Sorry girl. I know I’m getting distracted.” He watched a few leaves fall around him from the trees above. He picked up a large red maple leaf, “Cold.” He said softly before pocketing it.
He felt himself doze off beneath the warmth of his friend, and the cool breeze weaving between the fall colored trees. Realizing for the first time since he left, just how tired he was. He woke up to Pearl nudging him relentlessly till he acknowledged her.
He gave her a carrot and she calmed down while he got up and brushed himself off. It was nightfall, and growing deeper into it.
He held Pearl by the reigns and guided her towards the Mistress’s Home. He figured in the least he can give her these things, and see how far the candle had burned. He tied Pearl to a branch at the bottom of the tree, pet her softly, and made his way up into the tree house.
The lights within were still a glowing dim orange light. He made his way to his feet, and noticed the candle close to its end. Overcome with a sense of dread, and looked around for her, “Mistress Fortune?” He said as if scared to speak.
She appeared from behind the flame, “What do you want.”
Victor jumped and clutched the saddle bag tighter, “I came to give you some of the things from the list.”
“Some?” She pointed out.
“Yes, my apologies, I still haven’t found a piece of heart and a lost mind.” He said.
She took the saddle bag and laid out what items he brought, “These are clever.” She says smiling, “I’m impressed.”
“Thank you miss.” He said returning the smile.
She crossed her arms, “You know Victor, I’m feeling generous. So I’m willing to help with those last two items.”
“Really?” He said surprised.
She nodded, “Your own head will do for the lost mind. I mean that as a compliment by the way.”
He laughed, “Funny I didn’t think it would count.”
She smiled, then wet her fingers and extinguished the flame before moving over towards him. He took a step back, “What are you doing?”
She came up inches to him, “Retrieving the last item on the list.” She held up her hand between them, revealing a red dust which she blew in his face.
He flinched, coughing as it entered his system. “The hell is that bloody stuff?” He said doubling over.
Soon he couldn’t think beyond a wave of emotions. Every doubt or bit of sadness, even love, was suddenly amplified. He felt caught in a swirl of it all, so much that he nearly forgot where he was. Until he felt the mistress touch either side of his face.
“Breath Victor. Look at me.” She said in a sing song tone.
He rubbed his eyes, realizing he was crying, “What... did you do?”
She walked away with a vile which she used to collect some tears, “I collected the last item, I piece of the heart. You’re welcome.” She said placing it beside the other items.
He coughed once more and stood up, “Thanks... I think.”
“It’ll wear off shortly.” She said plainly.
He walked over to the table, “So, what now?”
“Now we fulfill your wish.” She turned to him, “For your family to be wealthy throughout all generations to come, yes?”
He nodded without hesitation.
She smiled, “Good!”
She sat him down at the table and began to get to work. She used the wood as kindling for a fire beneath a small cauldron. She placed the tears and sap in first, stirring thoroughly. And finally the lily, crushing it in her hands and letting it fall into the mixture. As it cooked she fingered through some labeled bottles on a shelf, until finding the one she was looking for and poured in a drop or two. A puff of green smoke billowed out once she did, and she extinguished the fire beneath.
“Alright, just one thing left.” She said.
“And that would be?” Victor asked.
The Mistress dipped her fingers into the mixture, and flicked it onto the candle, causing it to reignite with a green flame. Victor stared in awe a moment before looking back at her. She beckoned him to stand beside her, and he did. She dipped her hands into the pot, the liquid seeming to coat her skin like a glove, and travel down her arms like veins. She pushed some of the liquid onto her lips as if it were lipgloss. It all changed the room’s lighting into a bright and brilliant green as she smiled.
Victor couldn’t seem to speak, just stare in awe. She held his hands, the liquid seeming to move into him ever so slightly as she moved closer.
“Wait.” He said flinching away.
She moved back a bit, “What’s wrong?”
“Are you ok with this?” He asked.
She seemed confused, “I have to kiss you for this to work Victor.”
“Yeah but are you ok with it?” He asked again.
She sighed, “You’re ruining it Victor. I’m ok with it. Just let me grant your desires.” She said moving in again.
This time he didn’t stop her. He felt her lips press against his softly. Feeling like fire yet cold as ice. As she held him in the kiss, the potion crept from her body onto his, seeping into his arms and body. From her lips to his like a deadly poison. Into his mind and heart.
Once it was done she backed away, as if it were nothing.
“There.” She said as the light returned to a dim orange glow, “Your wish is granted.”
He rubbed his head, then looked at his hands a moment, noticing that he could see his bones through his skin for but a brief moment, then he was back to normal.
He turned to her, “So my family is wealthy now?”
“Yes.” She said starting to clean up.
“And future generations too?” He asked.
“Them too.” She said blowing out the candle.
He smiled, then bowed, “Thank you so much Mistress Fortune. I am forever grateful.”
victor
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