The Gift
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It was a gift. Mystic eyed the rectangular shaped box warily. It was wrapped neatly with glossy black paper and tied shut with an equally neat red bow. He typically appreciated gifts, but that was due to the fact that for the most part the only gifts he had ever recieved were from his guardian, Reyna. This, however, had come from an unlikely source -- Charles. The pest whom had taken up residence in the basement and stole his blankets on a regular basis.
Okay. Perhaps it wasn't entirely fair of him to consider the medusa a pest. It wasn't as though he were a bug or something equally repulsive. He was just irritating for the most part. Perhaps the gift was a form of apology. His brow furrowed at that thought, not entirely sure if that was really a logical conclusion to come to where the medusa was concerned. Logic and rationality didn't exactly seem to apply to him, but he had seemed rather sincere when he'd handed the box over to him.
With a shrug he decided to go ahead and open it. What was the worst that could happen? Well. Quite a bit, perhaps. He paused for a moment after tugging the ribbon loose before simply tearing into the paper. Curiosity had never been something he easily battled.
Violet eyes blinked in surprise as he stared down at the box. Encased within black velvety material was a wind chime. Gingerly he pulled the metal chimes out of the box. The noise it made was interesting. It was a sharp, brilliant sound, but at the same time delicate. He decided rather quickly that he liked it. The colors definitely appealed to him, as it reminded him of Reyna and that was always a comfort.
He drifted over towards the window that was blacked out and carefully hung it there. Even though he greatly disliked light in general, he was sorely tempted to open the window so that he might see it shine and hear the wind play with it. Even so, it was a lovely gift. Perhaps he had misjudged Charles after all. With a moment of indecision he decided to go ahead and open the window. It was dark outside so he would not have to fret over sunlight. Moonlight, was always soft and hazy and definitely preferred to daylight.
He sat a few feet away on his bed and watched it chime in the slight breeze that flowed in through the window. It was pleasant. He relaxed and settled himself down in bed to read for a time, content and undisturbed. He didn't move until he happened to glance up and notice a strange darkness moving about the metal chimes. His eyes widened in a look of complete, utter shock. It couldn't possibly be another Shadow... could it? No. He would have noticed. He would have felt it.
He stood on human feet and padded cautiously towards the chime before nearly phasing through the wall entirely when he jumped back, startled as the darkness seemed to manifest itself into the form of a small child. A feeling of dread passed through Mystic. It even looked like it could be a Shadow. It clearly lacked a stone but the resemblance was still striking.
'...who are you?' he blurted out as he tried to gather a bit of his composure and clutched at his cloak nervously.
A faint musical laughter filtered across his senses before an equally pleasant sounding voice spoke up. "Razakel. You?"
'Mystic,' the Shadow spoke up as he eyed the other creature. The both of them floated around the other as though sizing each other up. Judging. Calculating. 'If you don't mind my asking, as even I find it to be rather annoying and rude at times, what are you?'
That playful laughter sounded again. It was nearly as lovely as the chimes themselves. "A wind spirit. And since it's only fair: What are you?"
'A Shadow. It's rather complicated to explain, really.' Mystic answered simply as he continued to gaze over at the spirit.
"I think I should like to hear your story, then," Razakel stated, amusement glittering in his eyes. And perhaps maybe, he would stay and listen to more of the strange Shadow's stories.
Okay. Perhaps it wasn't entirely fair of him to consider the medusa a pest. It wasn't as though he were a bug or something equally repulsive. He was just irritating for the most part. Perhaps the gift was a form of apology. His brow furrowed at that thought, not entirely sure if that was really a logical conclusion to come to where the medusa was concerned. Logic and rationality didn't exactly seem to apply to him, but he had seemed rather sincere when he'd handed the box over to him.
With a shrug he decided to go ahead and open it. What was the worst that could happen? Well. Quite a bit, perhaps. He paused for a moment after tugging the ribbon loose before simply tearing into the paper. Curiosity had never been something he easily battled.
Violet eyes blinked in surprise as he stared down at the box. Encased within black velvety material was a wind chime. Gingerly he pulled the metal chimes out of the box. The noise it made was interesting. It was a sharp, brilliant sound, but at the same time delicate. He decided rather quickly that he liked it. The colors definitely appealed to him, as it reminded him of Reyna and that was always a comfort.
He drifted over towards the window that was blacked out and carefully hung it there. Even though he greatly disliked light in general, he was sorely tempted to open the window so that he might see it shine and hear the wind play with it. Even so, it was a lovely gift. Perhaps he had misjudged Charles after all. With a moment of indecision he decided to go ahead and open the window. It was dark outside so he would not have to fret over sunlight. Moonlight, was always soft and hazy and definitely preferred to daylight.
He sat a few feet away on his bed and watched it chime in the slight breeze that flowed in through the window. It was pleasant. He relaxed and settled himself down in bed to read for a time, content and undisturbed. He didn't move until he happened to glance up and notice a strange darkness moving about the metal chimes. His eyes widened in a look of complete, utter shock. It couldn't possibly be another Shadow... could it? No. He would have noticed. He would have felt it.
He stood on human feet and padded cautiously towards the chime before nearly phasing through the wall entirely when he jumped back, startled as the darkness seemed to manifest itself into the form of a small child. A feeling of dread passed through Mystic. It even looked like it could be a Shadow. It clearly lacked a stone but the resemblance was still striking.
'...who are you?' he blurted out as he tried to gather a bit of his composure and clutched at his cloak nervously.
A faint musical laughter filtered across his senses before an equally pleasant sounding voice spoke up. "Razakel. You?"
'Mystic,' the Shadow spoke up as he eyed the other creature. The both of them floated around the other as though sizing each other up. Judging. Calculating. 'If you don't mind my asking, as even I find it to be rather annoying and rude at times, what are you?'
That playful laughter sounded again. It was nearly as lovely as the chimes themselves. "A wind spirit. And since it's only fair: What are you?"
'A Shadow. It's rather complicated to explain, really.' Mystic answered simply as he continued to gaze over at the spirit.
"I think I should like to hear your story, then," Razakel stated, amusement glittering in his eyes. And perhaps maybe, he would stay and listen to more of the strange Shadow's stories.
