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metamorphosis2012-08-12 09:57 am
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2012-08-12 09:57 am
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Title: 10. sweet sixteen
Characters: M. Mage, F. Mage, Kate
Rating: G
166/365.
There are only a few times he regrets agreeing to stay with the (remaining) mages of Pandemonium.
His birthday is one of them.
Not even trying to argue it away with 'I'm not alive, so we don't need to celebrate anything' dispirits them, and he spends the week before it moodily watching them put up streamers and colorful hollow horses, supposedly going to be filled with candy eventually. She and Kate chat animatedly, and he grudgingly starts to accept that maybe it won't be so bad. It's not as if they had a whole lot to celebrate about nowadays anyway - not that they knew of or thought about, anyway -, and they seemed happy enough just decorating or making his life a living (haha) hell.
His birthday's the first in the year they get together - they had missed her's by a month, and only had some cake as a late celebration; Kate's is a mystery she refuses to let anyone solve, although the Apostle wandering her yard once mentioned it was later in the year -, and it's an incredibly exhausting affair. He's glad he's never had one up until now; doing this sort of thing every year must get tiring.
Both mages seem incredibly surprised that he's never celebrated his birthday, though they tease him about the fact that he still remembers it so it must mean something to him. It doesn't; it's just a handy way of keeping track of how many years have gone by.
There are seventeen candles on the cake - sixteen for his age, and one for good luck (or something; a certain young girl had put it on there, claiming her mother used to do the same thing and make everyone else's eyebrows raise in a sort of 'all right, whatever you say' way) -, and he doesn't make a wish when he blows them out.
He figures he already has everything he could've wanted.
Characters: M. Mage, F. Mage, Kate
Rating: G
166/365.
There are only a few times he regrets agreeing to stay with the (remaining) mages of Pandemonium.
His birthday is one of them.
Not even trying to argue it away with 'I'm not alive, so we don't need to celebrate anything' dispirits them, and he spends the week before it moodily watching them put up streamers and colorful hollow horses, supposedly going to be filled with candy eventually. She and Kate chat animatedly, and he grudgingly starts to accept that maybe it won't be so bad. It's not as if they had a whole lot to celebrate about nowadays anyway - not that they knew of or thought about, anyway -, and they seemed happy enough just decorating or making his life a living (haha) hell.
His birthday's the first in the year they get together - they had missed her's by a month, and only had some cake as a late celebration; Kate's is a mystery she refuses to let anyone solve, although the Apostle wandering her yard once mentioned it was later in the year -, and it's an incredibly exhausting affair. He's glad he's never had one up until now; doing this sort of thing every year must get tiring.
Both mages seem incredibly surprised that he's never celebrated his birthday, though they tease him about the fact that he still remembers it so it must mean something to him. It doesn't; it's just a handy way of keeping track of how many years have gone by.
There are seventeen candles on the cake - sixteen for his age, and one for good luck (or something; a certain young girl had put it on there, claiming her mother used to do the same thing and make everyone else's eyebrows raise in a sort of 'all right, whatever you say' way) -, and he doesn't make a wish when he blows them out.
He figures he already has everything he could've wanted.