#I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO DID THIS POSE DURING CRAMPS HAHAHA

[storm-magic]

[W101] Hummingbird’s Kiss

Very very short fic detailing how Garrett chooses his Halloween costume, a lightning hummingbird (which so happens to be his favourite animal) to properly blend in with the local festivities he found cute. Upon venturing into trick-or-treating with a lightning-marked basket that he crafted himself, (and his trusty whiptail panther cub, Trixie joining in) a surprise awaits in Krokotopia. Happy Halloween everyone!

Glistening irises of blue shone the faint light of unfeigned artisanship as young fingers grappled onto the needle with care. The negligible amount of gold he held wasn’t enough for him to walk out of his tower to purchase a cheap pumpkin made of plastic for such things.

This was a once-a-year festival, dating since the most ancient of Pagan times. Necromancers were said to be most alive during this single day and night of fright and sweet delight.

For a wizard of Storm with endless curiosities he hadn’t touched; Halloween - as it is called - was something he regarded “charming” in a way. 

Sounds of content purrs were what was keeping Garrett in focus while he was handling his needlework. Trixie was one of his most prized and cherished pets he held dear. Seeing her play and act as any other wild cub, blessed plainspoken feelings of hope and love to her master’s heart. His lips pursed into an innocent smile which could speak a thousand words of mere praise.

Garrett’s grip momentarily goes quivery - the strained sentiment of a needle puncturing his index sent a voltaic response to his brain as he whimpered in clear discomfort. The Diviner frantically sought for a way to wrap his wound before it gushes out, a loose piece of red ribbon finally being tied in a knot around the cut.

"Close call..." The young storm wizard sighs in relief, his crystalline-blue gaze turning to his finished craft.

A punnet that was rather small in size and light in weight - the material of which entangled in the power of storm. He deemed it perfect for storing candy for this occasion.

“Eh?”

”Trixie?”

The young diviner rose his head from his work desk - as his ears picked up the sound of Trixie - a meow that seemed to give Garrett the impression that she was in an ecstatic mood.

A Diviner’s closet was not as cramped or disorganized as many profess: His robes hung in an even color scheme, hats of all kinds sat on the very top shelf - now free of the dust which has set on them since his first quests.

Blended in with his many reminders of his growth as a wielder of magic were self-tailored outfits. Even after these were crafted with an eye for details, Garrett never wore them.

The storm wizard’s deep glances only meant that he may have forgotten about the costumes he made himself. He didn’t seem to recall anything about them. He hums in wonder, pressing his fingers to his chin, and fluttering his lashes shut. Trixie dragged her front paw across his ankle, as if to urge him to make his choice.

Cracking his eyes open once more, his hands reach for a certain hanger which displayed a costume of bright, imaginative colors.

He seems insecure about it once he inspects a closer look. He turns his head to Trixie as to see what she thinks of the costume her master made from his pleasure for sewing.

The whiptail panther cub purrs in approval, waving her front paws as to imitate the clapping of hands.

The Diviner chuckles sweetly in return, holding onto the hanger of his costume firmly.

“Good girl!”

The costume was neatly fit to Garrett's slim body shape, he figured so - as he posed in front of the mirror to his dorm. Even if his expression painted his features as ‘doubtful’ aside from ‘shying away’, Garrett struggles to fight off these thoughts and stride ahead into the Halloween cheer.

Strutting across the alleyways of the Shopping District while an almost new moon fell into darkness - appeared to compliment the eerie atmosphere. It seemed empty, yet Garrett had a feeling it wasn’t that way. The faint howls of supposed ghosts of the forgotten were enough for a dreaded chill to be crawling along the Diviner’s spine, and for the purple feathers of his costume to ruffle.

He instantly yelps the very second he feels as thought something touched him. Gazing behind him, it was only Hunter, dressed as a monster with many hand-drawn eyes all over his face.

“Hahaha! Did I scare you, Garrett? That’s the spirit of Halloween!” The Conjurer beamed in his generally upbeat tone, slinging his arm around the Diviner’s shoulder in a friendly, engaging behavior.

The Diviner laughs nervously, his small hummingbird wings fluttering in the rhythm of the blowing wind. The Myth wizard went on to talk about how Lionheart is not very fond of Halloween, but he still got him to wear a werewolf costume.

“He thinks all of this to be childish, but I gotta say he looks 120% cooler as a wolf! Ha ha!” The Conjurer’s merry disposition creates an aura of positivity, Hunter doesn’t want to experience the pain and sadness of others, he only knows of cherished moments of someone’s life, and how to make those around him feel better about themselves, no matter what. He was an example of a young wizard who ignored the bad and focused on the good.

Garrett hoped that he could one day let go of his insecurity and anxiousness, and replace it with happiness.

He was about to find out a way to connect his heart to someone he cares deeply for. 

“Err, have you seen Jacob? How is he?” Garrett’s inquiry was not strange to the carefree Conjurer, who answered the Diviner with a turn of the head, and a grinning look that could touch even the coldest of hearts.

“He’s probably still studying with Alhazred. Maybe you should go and check up on him!”

For Garrett, it was easier said than it was done. By following the Myth wizard’s advice, he steps closer to the Spiral door and fits the Spiral key into place.

He awakens in the great heat of the scorching Oasis. Upon regaining his composure on his feet, the hummingbird Diviner eyed the floating boat that would lead him to the Krokopshinx, where the Balance school was located.

Niles averted his eyes to the rugged panting of the wizard who climbed off the boat, his deep voice resounding as unmoved as the young Diviner knew him.

“Good to see you here, young wizard. Need anything?”

Wiping the sweat off his brow, Garrett replies through staggered breathing, holding onto his knees, fearing he might collapse.

“I came for Jacob LegendHeart. A student of Alhazred’s.”

“Ah, he’s in the classroom. Climb down the ladder there and see if he’s still inside.” Niles smiles widely to the Diviner, who takes a wobbly step closer to where Niles told him to go - his vision facing forward.

The young Sorcerer’s deep brown irises never lost their primary line of focus as he scribbled down every hieroglyph that was being dictated to him. Both his sister and himself have worked their way through as to prove to their Balance teacher that they’re worthy of being Balance scholars one day in the fabled Arcanum when they’ve both reached the adult ages.

Garrett gulped a tight knot forming in his throat as he grasped onto the railings of the ladder which lead into the Balance classroom, where his boyfriend studied.

His large violet and yellow tail was an unmistakable feature - that Alhazred couldn’t notice from the distance he was standing. So much for an old, poor, blind krok. It was pitiful for many of his students.

Jacob did pick up on the noise that someone climbed down, yet couldn’t discern who it was exactly. Standing up from his seat at his desk, he walks over to the odd-looking tail, and tugs on it experimentally. Almost immediately, Garrett jumps right back up, not knowing that Jacob actually took notice of him.

“Garrett, don’t be afraid, it’s me!”

“Jacob?” Garrett’s eyes suddenly lit in sheer happiness at the proper sight of the Sorcerer, who took the time to pull away the Anubis mask he wore for Halloween.

Smiling genuinely, Garrett climbs down to te Balance school - and his lips are caught with Jacob’s in a chaste kiss. Such a faint yet loving kiss seemed a better option than candy, that was certain.

When the two young boys pulled away, their smiles were what was making their hearts tingle with love that was upright.

“Happy Halloween!” They exclaimed in unison - as they both embraced one another.