#tooththememorykeeper

[askthespectralboy]

oh my gosh i can't believe you're still active, i missed this blog so much <3

I’m puttering around on another blog, spying on the fandom from there mostly. Easiest way to get me back on this one is have a friend that knows my Skype come poke me.

Nini’s still here, I’m just busy with work and with the other blog and the recent holidays.

Though by the looks of things, someone may be dragging me back sooner then I expected.

[askthespectralboy]

"Okay, okay, hold still.." Tooth chuckled, flying round behind him. She gently coaxed his wings so the tips overlapped each other. "You lay them flat, like this. That way, it lays on the floor like a cloak. That's how I do it, at least."

He nodded but then looked up at her confused. Then how did he fly?

[askthespectralboy]

"Oh look at you, you're gorgeous~" Tooth beamed, taking to the air. "Need some held with your wings?"

He frowned dipping his head. That was a yes. Wings were very strange to him.

[askthespectralboy]

"Oh.. A dragon~! Nighty, is that you?"

Nightlight did his best at giving a grin, toothy and sharp as it was he tried. Wings awkwardly shifting as he tried to arrange them properly without knowing quite how.

[askthespectralboy]

Grinning evilly, she zipped out of her hiding spot, crashing into Nightlight in a one person dogpile of sorts. "And now I got you!"

Tumbling he laughed still. This was a good game!

[askthespectralboy]

Tooth laughed. "Surprised you a bit, hm?"

Nightlight nods before shaking himself, half like a dog to settle everything back into place. Or as in place as his ghosted wisps of white hair ever got.

[askthespectralboy]

*ruffles his hair*

Startles but stands stock still with a flabbergasted look on his face.

[askthespectralboy]

"And the time you and i played hide and seek? We haven't played since then though, have we? And when i made you that flower crown? It was made out of lilies, remember? Do you still have it?" She rested her elbows on her knees.

Nightlight watched her carefully. Untrusting but listening. Huffing softly at her reminders. Of course he kept them, why wouldn't he? Gifts were rare things, each one was precious and kept in a special place that he might never lose them.

Flowers were pressed carefully and kept in his journal. Something that was nearby in the small bedside table. He glanced at it momentarily but then kept his eyes on her again.

Nightlight had barricaded himself in close to the only things that he had of his friends. The only gifts and reassurances he had.