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kh_drabbleChallenge: [126] Wings
Title: & assuming we grow old
Wordcount: 693, and actually, it's even cut down some 254-or-so words ^^;
Notes: Lexaeus finds something to study in some spare time, or, for when he has it. This is nearly completely inspired by children's poetry, except for the title, which is from Scrubs XD;
Vexen pointed out something interesting to him; the monitor that tracked Sora showed the boy flying over a ship's deck. "He should not be able to fly in memory.." the Academic said. Lexaeus was a little curious and a little intrigued, but mostly bored enough to volunteer to investigate the matter further.
It would not be a completely pointless venture, he supposed. Perhaps he could capture the power of flight for the Organization. It might be beneficial; if the childish thought that it might be fun to fly about like Xaldin did entered his mind, it was not betrayed on his face.
The doors Sora had unlocked stood unguarded and open for him to search unhindered.
When he reached the deck, he found Pan and Sora's Trinity engaged with fighting the ship's crew. They were flying, still, but he wasn't sure how, until he spotted the small bright-green creature that was flitting in and out of the battle.
He watched it for a moment. A fairy? It would make sense, if it was helping them with magic. And then she paused for a moment, hovering in midair before him.
Neither Sora nor Peter saw Lexaeus as he snatched Tinkerbell from the air and retreat into the cabin.
It was like holding a writhing insect in hand; the pixie scowled and contorted and kicked and screamed, but Lexaeus had had less sympathy for real things.
He pressed her gently between his forefinger and thumb -- not enough to hurt her but enough so that she knew he could. "Are you making Sora fly?" he asked her, patiently, as if speaking to a small child.
She might have been nodding, or she might have just been shaking with indignation. "How did you do it?" he asked her, not unkindly.
She spat fairy dust at him.
It clung to him, glittering gold and silver on his black coat. He let her go duly, and saw that the dust was smeared across his hands as well. For a moment, he was not thinking of how to analyze the substance, he was only thinking that now he could fly. He jumped -- just an awkward little hop -- and he came down just as he should have.
He smiled faintly at his own foolishness as he pressed a bit of the sand into a card, where it could be preserved and studied in his clinically-clean, anything-but-magical laboratory.
Tinkerbell hadn't left. She was hovering over him, laughing raucously. He supposed it was because he'd just tried to fly, and he couldn't begrudge her that. He must have looked most ridiculous...he thought. If he could have understood her language, though, he would have heard her shrieking, delighted, "Happy thoughts! You don't know about the happy thoughts, do you!"
Neither realized the fight outside was won and ended, until Peter drifted through, calling for his fairy.
"Hook's gone, Sora's leaving, and Wendy's also--" He stopped, when he saw Lexaeus. "Hey, who's this, now?" he asked, smirking. "Tink, you found us another pirate to fight, already? I'll call the Lost Boys, we'll--"
This time, Tinkerbell had cut the boy off. "What -- he was going to fly? But he didn't -- oh, I see!" he rolled over in the air, chortling. "No happy thoughts at all? Even if you'd told him?"
Lexaeus watched with some interest as their laughter turned to shrieks of confusion, and possible pain -- Sora must have left the room, and his memories were returning to their forms as data inside the boy's mind. They faded quickly, though, unsustained by memory, and the rollicking ship was returned to the bleach-white marble floor.
He returned to the basement laboratory by way of a Dark corridor; he laid the fairy-dust card down on his workbench and returned to tell Vexen he'd collected enough data to study -- as soon as the current situation with Marluxia was resolved, of course.
And if Lexaeus had thought briefly about a sun-lit attic and melting-sweet ice cream, or if he'd thought his feet trembled upwards just a little, it was irrelevant, because he never returned to the sample of the fairy dust that remained preserved in it's card, collecting dust and cobwebs where it waited for him, and he never did fly.
Title: & assuming we grow old
Wordcount: 693, and actually, it's even cut down some 254-or-so words ^^;
Notes: Lexaeus finds something to study in some spare time, or, for when he has it. This is nearly completely inspired by children's poetry, except for the title, which is from Scrubs XD;
Vexen pointed out something interesting to him; the monitor that tracked Sora showed the boy flying over a ship's deck. "He should not be able to fly in memory.." the Academic said. Lexaeus was a little curious and a little intrigued, but mostly bored enough to volunteer to investigate the matter further.
It would not be a completely pointless venture, he supposed. Perhaps he could capture the power of flight for the Organization. It might be beneficial; if the childish thought that it might be fun to fly about like Xaldin did entered his mind, it was not betrayed on his face.
The doors Sora had unlocked stood unguarded and open for him to search unhindered.
When he reached the deck, he found Pan and Sora's Trinity engaged with fighting the ship's crew. They were flying, still, but he wasn't sure how, until he spotted the small bright-green creature that was flitting in and out of the battle.
He watched it for a moment. A fairy? It would make sense, if it was helping them with magic. And then she paused for a moment, hovering in midair before him.
Neither Sora nor Peter saw Lexaeus as he snatched Tinkerbell from the air and retreat into the cabin.
It was like holding a writhing insect in hand; the pixie scowled and contorted and kicked and screamed, but Lexaeus had had less sympathy for real things.
He pressed her gently between his forefinger and thumb -- not enough to hurt her but enough so that she knew he could. "Are you making Sora fly?" he asked her, patiently, as if speaking to a small child.
She might have been nodding, or she might have just been shaking with indignation. "How did you do it?" he asked her, not unkindly.
She spat fairy dust at him.
It clung to him, glittering gold and silver on his black coat. He let her go duly, and saw that the dust was smeared across his hands as well. For a moment, he was not thinking of how to analyze the substance, he was only thinking that now he could fly. He jumped -- just an awkward little hop -- and he came down just as he should have.
He smiled faintly at his own foolishness as he pressed a bit of the sand into a card, where it could be preserved and studied in his clinically-clean, anything-but-magical laboratory.
Tinkerbell hadn't left. She was hovering over him, laughing raucously. He supposed it was because he'd just tried to fly, and he couldn't begrudge her that. He must have looked most ridiculous...he thought. If he could have understood her language, though, he would have heard her shrieking, delighted, "Happy thoughts! You don't know about the happy thoughts, do you!"
Neither realized the fight outside was won and ended, until Peter drifted through, calling for his fairy.
"Hook's gone, Sora's leaving, and Wendy's also--" He stopped, when he saw Lexaeus. "Hey, who's this, now?" he asked, smirking. "Tink, you found us another pirate to fight, already? I'll call the Lost Boys, we'll--"
This time, Tinkerbell had cut the boy off. "What -- he was going to fly? But he didn't -- oh, I see!" he rolled over in the air, chortling. "No happy thoughts at all? Even if you'd told him?"
Lexaeus watched with some interest as their laughter turned to shrieks of confusion, and possible pain -- Sora must have left the room, and his memories were returning to their forms as data inside the boy's mind. They faded quickly, though, unsustained by memory, and the rollicking ship was returned to the bleach-white marble floor.
He returned to the basement laboratory by way of a Dark corridor; he laid the fairy-dust card down on his workbench and returned to tell Vexen he'd collected enough data to study -- as soon as the current situation with Marluxia was resolved, of course.
And if Lexaeus had thought briefly about a sun-lit attic and melting-sweet ice cream, or if he'd thought his feet trembled upwards just a little, it was irrelevant, because he never returned to the sample of the fairy dust that remained preserved in it's card, collecting dust and cobwebs where it waited for him, and he never did fly.
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