#he gave me a task and i gave him a tayto man!!!

[horneboy]

sooooo guesssss whatttt...

[pepperminthotchocolate]

Gtjsefanclub Anniversary Day Three: Eyes

Signe gathered her feet up onto the seat of the kitchen chair.

The quiet hum of the morning was always her favorite, especially on stormy days such as these. Nothing much to do, nowhere to rush off to in a hurry this early in the day. Not to mention she could enjoy her cinnamon tea in peace before she went hopping off to tackle the day. The polka-dot speckled mug looked peculiar in her little hands; now she likened it to one of those novelty soup cups that took on the appearance of a regular mug but were much too large for one to use in one sitting.

Well, she could use it, but not before the tea would get cold.

Though, she supposed, it was dangerous to leave herself alone with her thoughts. Inevitably, her mind would drift back to what was always her main focus; how tall was she now? How much had she dwindled throughout the night? What looks different about her new perspective being just a few inches shorter? Was the shrinking speeding up? Slowing down?

…What would she do when she couldn’t get around on her own? She’d had to drag over a kitchen chair and stand on her tiptoes to crawl up on the counter today. What would happen when that was an impossible task?

She felt Sean’s presence behind her as he slid lazily into the kitchen. A yawn and a quick peck on the top of her head and he was ambling off to make his own coffee. Every day he seemed to grow more immense. Even the sound of his socks shuffling against the wooden floor was magnified.

They chatted idly about what they had planned for the day. It wouldn’t be too terribly busy – just a lazy Sunday. Grocery shopping was on the list, which after last time would be an adventure all in itself. “An’ I promise I won’t run off this time at tha sight of bacon and cheddar-flavored Taytos. No need to call for me on tha intercom.” At least his hair made him easy enough to find.

Signe was up to his waist now, barely toddler height. What would he do when she got to be the size of a mouse?

She’d just have to find a way to get around on her own. Of course Sean would be more than willing to help her, as he’d made clear throughout the entire process. Throughout the course of the past two weeks he would constantly check up on her and ask if she needed help with anything. He made all of the meals and picked up all of the cleaning she couldn’t do on her own. He brought her tea even when she didn’t ask. She appreciated the help, although she would much rather have her independence.

Her head was pounding. She pushed the impending thoughts out of her mind. The tea was set aside and she focused on coloring in her sketch.  

That’s why Signe felt the need to draw so much. It was beyond being a hobby; it was one of the only things left that she could stand to do on her own. Not to mention it finally gave her an excuse to try traditional media as opposed to sticking with her usual tablet and computer mouse.The figure’s portrait was drawn with his head thrown back, laughing with a wide, toothy grin.

One last swooping shade to give his hair more dimension, then she would get to move on to her favorite part. Besides his caricaturistic eyebrows and shock of neon green hair (although the brightness was starting to fade a bit), it was his eyes that made his portrait unique.

Eyes were always a main focus in her work – her style was mostly cartoonish with exaggerated expressions, which meant the eyes were far and away one of the most important parts. Eyes could tell a lot about a person, animated or not. Luckily, her boyfriend happened to have a good pair to work with.

Sean’s eyes were electric blue, which made sense because everything about him was electric. He was always bursting with boundless energy, whether it lingered at the surface or was coming at you full force. Yet, Signe knew that to every shade of blue in his eyes there were ten more shades underneath it. There was a strange softness to them, almost as an afterthought. He had the kind of striking eyes that sent tingles up your spine, sent goosebumps running over your skin. His eyes were just one of her favorite things about him.

She quirked an eyebrow at the weight that settled on top of her head. It wasn’t overwhelming, just odd. She reached up and felt the scraggly hair of his beard falling right above her hairline. His arms came to fall on either side of the table beside her. “Watcha drawin’?”

She smiled, lowering her head closer to the page. “Just some guy.”  

He gave a goofy smile; it was strange to admit it, but he thought she looked so cute bundled up in her oversized, fluffy bathrobe with strands of hair falling into her face. She was adorable anyway, but in her new state he could really marvel over it.

“Is that me?” He intoned cheerfully. “D’aww, it looks so nice! I like the eyes.”

“Thanks.” She said quietly. Unwittingly, he had highlighted her previous thoughts by being so close to her. How much larger those arms seemed to be than they were just a few weeks ago…

His smile fell the smallest bit. She didn’t sound all that sincere. “Are you okay? You seem a li’l distracted.” He asked, standing up and coming around the side of the table.

“It’s just the usual. I mean, what else is on my mind these days?”

With a grunt and a sigh, he settled down at the kitchen table with his mug of coffee. Signe was hunched over her work, a stern tenseness in her brow. She was hardly ever serious, but she always wore her emotions on her sleeve. “Ah yes, that. Not like it’s a big deal or anything.”

“Mmm.”  She hummed absentmindedly.  

“Though some would argue that there’s little to be done in this situation.”

“Sean, this is serious.”

“…You’re just being a li’l short-tempered, is all.”

She set her pencil down on the table with a resounding clack. “Sean.”

“No, I know. I can only imagine what you’re feelin’. But on tha bright side, you’re just little. At least you’re not little and…I dunno, growin’ an extra head or somethin’.” He took a long sip from his mug and let out a contented sigh. “And that’s fine, it’s gonna be weird for a while.”

“Really?”                                                  

“Yeah, of course! It’s that whole “new experience” thing you’re always talkin’ ‘bout. Once you get used to it…you know, it might not be normal again, but after a while it won’t seem so bad.”

“An’ even though I know fuck all ‘bout emotions sometimes, I know that once you’ve got somethin’ in your head you won’t let go of it until you get it all out. Even though that in itself may be a trip with you. You’ve got more bottled up in there than you’re lettin’ on.” He reached over, gently gathering her hand in his It all but disappeared within his loose grip, and it took everything she had not to pull away. Even he seemed to pause at the sight. He looked up at her. “You need to talk to me. Tell me when you’re feelin’ bad, good, tired, need to pee. Everythin’ in between.”

There were those eyes again. Even tainted with sadness and uncertainty, they flashed with live electricity.  He leaned in more toward her. “Okay?” He said, giving her a sweet, encouraging smile.

“Alright.”

There was a longer bout of silence. Signe wasn’t sure what to feel at this point. Of course she had every right to feel how she did. But at the same time he had a point. It wouldn’t do her any good bottling up her feelings. If anything, it would make her feel smaller than she already did. She took a quick sip of her tea before picking up her pencil again.

“Why did you draw m’ears so pointy?”  

She grinned. “Because you have pointy ears.”

“No I don’t!”

---------------- ---------------- ---------------- ---------------- ----------------

What can I say? The man loves his puns.

It was a bit of a stretch to fit the whole “eyes” theme for the prompt, but I think I made it come full circle. This part was definitely an exercise in creating realistic dialogue, by which I am no means a professional. I’m hoping that I captured their Jack and Wiish’s personalities well enough. Hope you all enjoy!