Parson has accomplished many things. She acquired her unique magic at an early age and had been training it ever since. At the age of seven, she was taught how to handle different weaponry and was able to fend for others and herself.
And yet,
‘I AM SO STRESSED OVER THIS BIRTHDAY GIFT!!!’
She's found herself fussing over a gift in her room.
Multiple crumpled paper was thrown into the trash can along with pencil shavings with how many pencils Parson has broken. The aforementioned girl continued to brainstorm ideas for a gift for her supposedly self proclaimed rival, Drake.
She could probably just give him a gift card and be done with it but the boy had previously given her a lovely gift on her birthday, so it was only fair she returns the favor. Maybe there was another underlying reason but who knows for sure.
Parson quietly messes up her unbraided hair in frustration, Antos already in deep sleep beside her. She sighed and thought to herself, whoever could help her with the gift before a lightbulb appeared beside her head.
“Pear Blossoms, it is 2 A.M. on a Saturday.”
Sun's tired voice answering the phone made the chameleon froze in her seat.
“... It's what.”
“2 A.M.- you know what, just call me back later during lunchbreak or something. I'm getting my beauty sleep.”
The tired boy quickly hung up while Parson was cursing to herself in her hands for not paying attention to the time and taking so long in deciding a gift.
“Alright, what's your emergency?”
Sun spoke into his phone as he sits at a table with Mital beside him. Parson, who's on the other side, took a deep breath before saying everything in one take.
“So, say you have to get a gift for someone who you barely know but you care about them a lot cause they've been with you for a long time and you admire them quite a bit but you just don't know what to get them so now you're stuck in your room, pondering? What would you do?”
“Right, well. Pardon my language but who the fuck?”
The green-haired beastmangirl chuckled nervously at Sun's question. Hesitantly, she answered. “He's um, in Diasomnia?”
The beauty paused before slowly turning his head just enough to see the Diasomnia students, crossing off unfamiliar ones and landing on a rather crude red-haired dragon munching on his food.
Sun turns away before stating his judgement which made Parson sighs. “You can do better than that.”
“Are you helping me or not?”
Sun sighs in frustration, pinching between his furrowed brows. The chameleon can be so insufferable sometimes.
He takes a moment to think before responding.
“Flowers can mean different things and they're generally given to show appreciation anyway.”
“If he's given you something before, maybe try to reciprocate that with something that you find personal?”
Parson pondered for a moment.
“Hm.. Oh! Sun, I have another favor.”
Drake stood by the NRC entrance gate, impatiently fiddling with his hands and his tail swinging from one side to another in a hurry. He was called by Parson to sit there for a few minutes till she arrives.
He had been pacing around the entrance for 15 minutes and he was now beginning to doubt that she was coming. However, he knows her better than that. She wouldn't pull some kind of weird, cruel prank out of nowhere. But what would she want?
“Drake!”
The aforementioned boy jolted in surprise. Hearing his name suddenly being called, he turned around to see Parson holding a few items in her hands.
The red-haired dragon wasted no time to be beside his "rival's" side. They awkwardly stared at one another and exchanged greetings before the chameleon girl extends out a decent-sized bouquet she was holding.
“Um, these are for you...”
“Flowers?”
“Yeah..! A friend of mine gave me the idea.. They hold special meanings that I think suits you so..”
Drake looks at the variety of flowers which Parson had carefully assorted into a bouquet.
Multiple satin flowers and variegated tulips fills the center of the bouquet while weeping willows are peeking from the bottom and wisterias surrounding all the flowers. Drake looked at it in awe, it wasn't the prettiest thing he's seen that would be Parson but he appreciated the thought that went into the gift.
Parson remembered her other present. She reveals a small box in her hand, the cover was neatly decorated with blue felt and looked almost as a ring box. She extends the box to Drake, avoiding his gaze.
The latter stared at the box for a few minutes before gently taking it off of Parson's hand which intertwined back into her lap once the box is off her hand. The inside held a beautifully hand carved silver charm of a moon.
“This was a.. limited time charm from.. a shop belonged to my friend's mother..”
“I have a matching sun brooch. So I just thought you'd like it...”
Parson's brown eyes was on Drake the whole time as he admired the accessory. Feeling self-conscious, she offered to take back the charm if he didn't like it which she was met with a loud protest which further made Drake stumble in his words.
“Uh, I mean, you've gone through such lengths, it would be rude for someone as great as me to not accept!”
Parson had to take a moment to process before letting out a quiet giggle into her hand as Drake felt his face heat up.
“I hope you like them.”
Parson's soft smile and genuine words made Drake's heart skip a beat. He quickly snapped out of his trance and panics.
“Oh wow, would you look at the time!! You should get back, I'm sure you have important pretty business— PRETTY IMPORTANT BUSINESS to do!!!!”
He continued to push Parson out of the gate despite her protests and she finally leaves begrudgingly with a pout on her face.
The red haired dragon sighed as he quickly return back to the school building.
Drake entered his room, deciding to go to his club activity's after getting changed.
He gently placed the bouquet of flowers on his bedside table and flopped face first on his bed. He had hung the moon charm on the chains of his belt and us now tired out from the birthday celebration.
His mind wanders back to his interaction with Parson, being reminded of her having the dragon charm on the handle of her sheathed sword. For the 10th time today, his face heats up and he ends up screaming into his pillows while kicking his feet out of serotonin.
Just thinking of her cute face drives him nuts.
i hope this little fic cheers mee maw up due to recent events
Drake and Mital belongs to @anaxocs
Luuk at yuu all... So small. So weak... A Godless heathen’s life will tend tu du that tu a troll.
I suppose I shuuld welcume yuu tu my Crucible. Cume closer... let me have a luuk at yuu...
[It’s Artume’s long time teacher and guardian when he was younger- Parson Latona; a high priest to the Vengeful Creator. Not only of large stature of rank, this 14+ foot tall man has been around long enough to see colonies form and die out entirely.
Reblog with 1 or 2 trolls for him to judge. He doesn’t care about caste or status- rather, all he cares about is whether or not you are a warrior to properly uphold the Creator’s Word.]
