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On a cold winter night, when the moon is nearly full and bright in the sky, you hear laughter. At first, you can't place it, but then you feel little pokes and prods, tugs on your hair, your clothes. Sometimes you think you see something out of the corner of your eye--a small, icy body. Sometimes you hear wings flapping in the night. As long as you are out in the cold, you feel eyes on you and you find yourself the target of small mischief from what seems to be icy little fairies, though they move too fast for you to see or grab. They never speak, only laugh. When you go inside, or venture to anywhere with too much light or heat, they seem to disappear and do not bother you again.
At first it wasn’t a bother. Not really. If anything it was like a fly that buzzed in your ear before going to greener pastures or wherever it was flies went if not garbage. But as the day pressed on, it got arguable worse. From the sensation of something near his face, to little sounds. Giggling laughter which reminded him of children, (which were annoying in their own right and magical beings had no business mimicking). Little tugs to stray strands of his hair. Flickers of light that seemed to hit his eyes just at the right angle to annoy. His lips curled into a sneer as he fought back the need to try and catch whatever it was that was seeking to annoy him. Magic was afoot, (rather than the game as the saying went), and he really was not in the mood for playing.
Pouting more and more as things kept escalating and getting from the point of minor annoyance to downright aggravating, the dark mirror senshi broke and eventually waved his arm in the direction of the tittering laughter as if it might disperse whatever it was that had chosen to victimize him and make him regret going out that day. He grunted when they started poking him, prodding him with invisible fingers at his joints. He twitched as cold would hit his covered skin and left him to flinch when he got a tug to clothes that gave him pause.
“Oh ******** off will you?” he said after a while, earning only more laughter and the sound of wings buzzing by his neck. Whatever it, they were, it wasn’t hostile in the sense they hurt but lord almighty he wished he had an electric fly swatter. Zap the beings that darted out o his vision in seconds. His eyes twitched as if he was an anime character and his hands curled into fists when they refused to relent. He had work to do- get energy, clean up the mirror space- not play target for a bunch of ******** magical bullshit things that were trying to make his life miserable, (and sadly, succeeding).
“I don’t have time for this.” He groused, getting up from his place, legs swung back over the roof so as he’d not fall down. Part of him almost dared the things to push him, but no, the tugged him instead. Little bastards.
“Fine. You win.” He muttered. “I’ll go home, stop bothering me. Good ******** god.” He was supposed to do his damn ‘job’ not get harassed by ******** magical bullshit. Maybe someone had cursed his dumb a**. Would explain it sort of. He’d ask someone higher up in the mirror place later. Hopefully he’d get some answers then.
“Quit- ********- ow. Okay now that one just hurt.” His pout was evident as he made his way down and towards his place, wishing he could magic the little things away but his magic didn’t work like that.
Door open then shut, it was like it never happened at all. <******** magic.
