♫ Causing so much trouble, see my mischief double -- C'mon boy you gotta admit that I do it in style! And for buying at this "special bargain sale" I thank you for your precious service, beat you fair and square HA!♪
*He stared down at her for a time then smiled. He never saw himself as a grudge holder. That was one of the many things he was learning about himself.* I sure can…! *He took her hand and led her to the elevator, letting her in first before following her.* You will not get… an Upset STOmach for… RIding an ELEVator will… you…?
Pouting a bit, she was taken by surprise when he hastily grabbed her and dragged her to what she presumed was near his home. Holding onto his hand as tightly as she could, she gulped and hoped that she wouldn't get sick.
"Uh, I don't think so but uh - " Crossing her fingers, she clung to the strange boy and examined the metal contraption they were in. She had never really been in an elevator before and had only heard of them in books.
What did you do. You fool. You just sit here as the world burns.
She seemed to change her mood very quickly and was now staring him down out of her puddle with shining eyes. Wizard didn’t have any choice but to help her at this point. He summoned a pair of gloves from his drawers, immediately shrinking them as best he could to fit the girl.
"If you…want to learn…I suggest these…less blisters this way…."
… ? [Looks at the little girl with a slightly confused expression, before being unable to hold back a light chuckle at her words] No, Miss… I mean the stars. [Points upwards, still laughing lightly] The prince of the night, if you’d rather think of it that way… and yes, there are frogs at night.
[He shrugs, waving a hand in front of him as the girl continues to speak] I do not see why not~? Ghosts can be princes too.
[ Doesn't really understand what he means at first and stares at him blankly until finally she realizes that he's not actually a prince] [Pouts at him, folding her arms over her chest] So basically you're not a prince. You're just a liar.
[Nods resolutely, her ice cream odangos flopping along with her] Okay, maybe ghosts can be princes, but...
[Floats up a little so she see his face better. Squints her eyes to tiny slits] Hmmmmm... You're very strange but I don't believe you're a real prince. [Bops his nose and floats down to the ground]
Besides, no one can own the stars, that's like saying you own the sky!
Frogs…! Human boys are interesting but not as interesting as frogs. They come in all shapes and sizes and make the cutest sounds. Boys are interesting in their own ways but frogs win everytime ~
[Stares at him, her eyelid twitching]...... ........ ............. FINE.
[Grumbles loudly, her fingers wrapped tightly around her cape] I-I .... I-I'm s-s-sorry...! [Collapses against the robot] There, I apologized, now please feed me!!!
Yeah, well that's just your opinion and stuff... [She growled back, twirling a bright blonde strand of hair along her finger. She was trying hard not to let his words get to her]
[But at being denied food, she lost her fight and clung to his arm] Awww, c'mon, pleaaase?
[Frowns at his response, trying not cry. Her lip quivered listening to him] I'll have you know I was raised by the strongest of witches and therefore I am also the strongest of witches!
[Stomps her foot] Of course! A robot, yes I've heard of them, whadayathink I am, huh!?!
[Quiets down a bit, staring at him a little sadly]....Do you have any food...?
THen You SHOUld HAve… GOTTen Off WHen I… ASKed You to…! *crosses his arms and huffs*
*takes the puppy, holding him close* THAnk You… I APPRECIAte it… *frowns* I am LEARNIng…! I PLan on DOIng… my BEst And I… WIll Not LISTen to… to…. SOme GIrl Who FALls… Out of The Sky…!
*frowns even more at her* I am Not AFRAid… I am Not EVen… a HUMan…!
[Offers a puppet hand to him sarcastically, a delighted expression on her face] Blah, blAH blAh BlAh!
Yeah, yeah, you should silly! I'm just trying to help, after all I looove animals and I'd hate to see one hurt because you can't get your gear in gear! [Mocks his speech] And I… WIll Not LISTen to… to…. SOme GIrl Who FALls… Out of The Sky…!
[Wiggles her tongue at him the way she had seen snakes do] Yeah, you're not a human, but you smell a bit like one... What are you?
Tinkering around with wooden blocks the little witch's fingers were dotted and decorated with misplaced bandages.
Not only had she cut her fingers with the sharp side of the tape dispenser, but she her poor fingers had also fallen victim to countless paper cuts. If she looked closely she would probably find more than a few splinters buried in her skin. Despite that, Witchkins continued to try to wrap her present.
She groaned irritably as for the third time, the tape had gotten stuck to her cape. Around her feet formed a halo of misswrapped gifts and colorful wrapping paper in red, green, and gold. Still, she frowned at the colors wishing by some greater spell she could make them shine brighter.
Finally finished, she stood up, clutching the last present, a handful of paper and ribbons falling from her lap. She placed it under a tiny tomato plant that she had stolen from a farmer a week ago. A tree was too big for her to carry so this would have to do. Already wilting, a few leaves strained under the weight of the tiny wooden ornaments she had carved. Placing the presents under the tree, she surveyed her handiwork and fell asleep.
Bittersweet dreams of her mother greeted her sleep. They were together, performing the ritual of the winter holidays - she had remembered all of it right? Presents under a tree? Remembering memories past? Hoping for the future? Finally, Witchkins broke free from the grasp of her solemn slumber and tried her hardest to smile.
"...It's Christmas...!"
Forcing herself to put on an enthusiastic front, the little witch flew from her bed to the tree. She inspected the gifts before her and hastily tore through the wrapping with glee. A vase painted green and yellow, like a frog. Socks with frogs sewn on them. Several wooden carved figures of herself imagined in all sorts of grand displays.
When all her presents were open she arranged them before her and sat there for a long time considering her future. I should be happy, she thought. But she wasn't. Not in the slightest. Not all the hand-made, hand-wrapped, or hand-opened presents could make her happy.
Terribly alone on a cold winter's night, she curled up around the torn wrapping paper and the gifts, watching as the snow piled up outside; swirling, shinning, and solemnly.
"Why…?" Peter mumbled. He hopped off the bench and watched noiselessly as she collected herself. He opened his mouth, but clamped it shut when she wizzed back around and giggled. It was kind of… creepy.
He stared in confusion, not really doing much of anything. His jaw slackened. She opened the bottle, which made Peter wonder, “What are you doing?” out loud. “What is that?” She made her way past Peter and to the flowerbed. “Do you need — What are you doing?!" he implored and scrambled over to her. He leaned over the flowers. She didn’t put a lot on, whatever it was.
Peter pricked his head up when he heard “potion.” He turned his head to face her and looked her up and down. “Potion?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. A witch, or an overactive imagination? “What do you plan on doing?”
She ignored his questions and protests, admiring the tiny leaves and blossoms that were slowly forming in the miniscule garden.
Turning her attention back to the child she giggled, "That's for me to know and you to find out! I promise it'll be fun! Hey, are there any frogs 'round here?" The tiny witch glanced around, scratching at her two ice cream swirl shaped buns.
Stares back before adding sincerely, "No, don't look at me like that, I'm serious!"
[He watches as she climbs up onto the counter - and spends a quiet moment reflecting on what a childish gesture it is for such an ancient witch. This diminutive witch is a very confusing entity for him to wrap his head around - and after a few seconds of not quite being able to process it, he decides to drop it. It’s alright if he doesn’t understand, after all.]
[Besides - if he was attempting to understand this interaction, the whole thing would be promptly be thrown out the window the moment she pursed her lips that way. Talk about confusing.]
Um. [Blinks. Blinks again. Smiles awkwardly and clears his throat. Hadn’t he just been trying to sort through this dichotomy? She’s so— so little! Even knowing that this witch was very likely hundreds of years older than him, it still felt— well. A bit odd. One couldn’t just dismiss the evidence in front of them, after all.]
[Grins, teasingly turning it around on her.] My goodness, Ms. Witchkins— aren’t I a bit young for you?♪
[ Waits. And Waits. Irritably, her closed eyelashes flutter open just quick enough to get a grasp on the situation]
[She grinds her teeth, wondering what's taking him so long. She had understood this was a common human tradition. Sure she may not have lived with humans for very long but she was sure that she had remembered the story from a dusty book in her mother's old library]
[Hearing her name and "young" uttered in the same sentence, her eyes shot open, and her mouth opened in protest - only to realize what he had said] O-oh.
[Waving a tiny finger in his face, she corrected] Age has nothing to do with this, I'm just doing the ritual that humans do during the winter times!
I don’t know who I am, but now I know who I’m not.
I’m just a curious speck that got caught up in orbit.
like a magnet it beckoned my metals toward it.
make my messes matter.
make this chaos count.
let every little fracture in me
shatter out loud.
Struggling not to cry, the witch waddled behind the wizard, nearly bumping into him when he stopped abruptly at the dresser. Witchkins gazed with wonder at the bandages he was placing so neatly on her fingers.
It took too much energy to stop herself from crying and to correct him. So she held it to herself. She could very likely die one day. She was imperfect, and it bothered her everyday to measure her achievements to those of the Witch Princess'.
Her eyes however shot open at his offer. Now it was almost impossible for her to keep quiet or to hold back her tears, and she began to snivel loudly until a steady stream of water had found it's way onto the floor, forming a halo of a puddle around the tiny witch.
"Really?" Another sniffle and finally the geyser stopped. She looked up happily, magenta eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. Maybe she would actually make a friend for the first time in a couple centuries.
UM excuse you?!?! How DARE you use that kind of language in the presence of a LADY. I’ll have you know I am the world’s GREATEST witch and I will not hesitate to HEX you. I don’t know who YOU are. I don’t know what you WANT. If you are looking for ransom, I can tell you I DON'T have money. But what I DO have are a very particular set of skills, SKILLS I have acquired over a very LONG career. Skills that make me a NIGHTMARE for people like you. If you apologize for your impudence, that’ll be the END of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don’t, I WILL look for you, I WILL find you, and I will KILL you.
Peter frowned and scrunched his eyebrows together. Snips, snails, and puppy dog tails did not sound appealing. He stepped forward to take a look at the bottle, but she gripped his cheek. “Hey! Wh — Hey!”
Lab rat? Hex? “Whoy?” he said, as opposed to ask. His cheek was hurting. “Lrahb rhat?”
As soon as she let go, he rubbed his cheek. A girl like her probably had cooties, after all. Well, not really, but the concept was the same. Peter stopped when she tripped. He hurried to ask if she was okay, but before he could, she said she meant to do that. Peter couldn’t find it in himself to believe her, and she seemed to be hurt, too. “… You did?” he asked. “I dont think most people fall on purpose.”
Sniffling, she insisted, "Yeah, I did it on purpose... H-hush you, I'm fine!" Bounding up to her feet, she turned away from him so she could rub a few large tear drops out of her eyes.
As quick as a breeze, Witchkins started to giggle madly despite her previous incident. Human children were always a delight, each had their own reaction to magic, and judging by this boy's reactions to merely pinching his cheek, it was gonna be fun to mess with him.
Opening the potion bottle, she looked around for something to pour it on and noticed a flowerbed. Floating over to it, she pushed past the boy and sprinkled two drops onto one of the flowers. Quickly pocketing the potion, she checked her watch-less wrist and nodded, "I have no idea how long it will take, guess I'm stuck till the potion works. Why don't you entertain me?"
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/Hearing the angry voice of another girl, she looks up/ Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't know he was your froggy! /Bows apologetically, then slowly picks her head up and points to the house with lots of magic within it/ Um, is that where you live?
Blinks at the girl's politeness, before waving her off, "Yeah, yeah, it's okay, just put him down. Carlos tends to pee on those who hold him too long."
Glancing at where she was pointing, Witchkins nods, her ice cream shaped buns nodding along with her, "Yeah, with my wicked Auntie, are you visitin' relations or somethin'?
