Pocket Full of Dreams

【💛】       The gruesome sound     of someone getting     eaten     alive by a beast…     It     stains     her mind for all eternity.     She remembers     all too well how many     heroes     she’s seen get     devoured     by creatures like this.     She     refuses     to let it happen to this one.    

【💛】     Her aim     was on the     beast     but as she’s about to use her     image attack   ,   the beast was hit with ice.     So this hero has     ice     abilities     ??     Interesting.

【💛】     No time to think   ,   the battle is still going     !!     She nearly drops her     phone     as she rushes forward to     aid     the falling hero.     She wasn’t thinking when she     zoomed     to try     &&     catch him.     Even if he fell     on     her at least she could     break     his fall.     She still held her     arms     open in hopes that she’ll catch him.

【💛】     The rubble     from the crumbling structure     scraped     against her calves when she     slid     to his aid.     She winced only     slightly   ,   but a smile quickly     replaced     her pain.     It’s nothing she hasn’t     felt     before.     She can just     heal     up later.     Though   ,   her dress was     torn     on the bottom   ,   despite being magic…

【💛】     A picture   -   perfect smile     is all that is shown as she     gazes     at the unknown.     Strawberry hues     caught sight of his outfit     &&     her mind instantly goes   :   Oh my god   ,   so stylish.     Though   ,   she refrains from saying that.     Instead a     rough     breath escapes her before she speaks.

【💛】     ❝     Are you     alright   ,   hero     ??     I tried my best to     catch     you but…     ❞

【💛】     A little laugh     escapes her.     Her attempt to     lighten     the mood despite there being a     beast     not fully defeated was pretty     weak     but it’s what she does.

They say the world slows when you are going to die. In this case, falling to your death onto the black pavement below was where Tweek was headed. For his moment, Tweek felt the regret of taking on the burden, making his wish so selfishly and never being strong enough too---

He didn’t meet the hard ground. Something had cupped him and there was a grunt above him. His eyes opened --when did he close them?-- and was met with a girl. 

“Oh.” Was that the noise he uttered when he saw her? He isn’t exactly sure. He noise something had to have come out in awe. The sun behind her head looks like a halo, and he’s just thinking was death that painless or was he saved?

Clearly the later since she spoke back. A hero? That’s ironic. Still, her laugh is light and airy. 

“Hero? Uh, I’m fine.” Tweek let’s a crooked smile come to his face in reassurance and tries to get out of her arms as gently as possible. His eyes flicker down to her legs, and the bridge of his nose scrunches up.

“Oh jesus, I’m so sorry. That’s my fault--” He can’t finish the thought, the noise from above is piercing and the desperation and final moments of that monster might be the worst. He reaches behind him and plucks an ice feather from his cape. He presses it to her leg and lets it linger there. 

Craig just waved his comments off and quickly stripped his clothes tossing them in the hamper halfheartedly as he pulled on his swim trunks and work uniform before he grabbed a towel and slung it over his neck. “Uh sort of it allows me to pay for food.” He would have to explain later.

“I’ll be back in a few hours please be safe and then we can take you home if you want I’ll see you soon, bye Tweek!” And with that he locked up his house and jumped into his car racing to work as the blonde flooded his thoughts; Craig was worried what would happen to him alone but he couldn’t dwell on it too much or his work would suffer greatly.

Once he was all clocked in he made sure to be extra charming, if Tweek was going to stay over night he would need the extra tip money to help feed him.

“Pay for food? What?” He draped his arms over the side of the tub and leaned his cheek onto them. There was no time to elaborate on his inquiry, since Craig was throwing goodbyes his way.

“Oh--uh sure?” There was a thump and the house went silent. Tweek let out a huff and let his eyes flutter shut in thought. Hours? How long did that mean? How many times of the sun rising and falling did that account for? Ugh, too many questions man! His eyes scrunched tight, the bridge of his nose wrinkled. Honestly, half of this was too complicated.

Still, Tweek had his energy back. There was a curiosity in him since he had the thought. A fleeting memory in the chaos of his past that was tucked away until it was needed. He could shed his tail. Tweek had no idea what it meant or how it even worked, but he knew he could.

He clucked his tongue and let his tail curl up towards him. Did he just, have to will it? Was there some magical flowery words to do this? His bottom lip sucked under his teeth and he let out a frustrated noise. Sure was great knowing you could, but not having the faintest idea how. 

Despite that, he let his mind think. Think of when his scales got damaged or when he outgrew his skin. How it felt to let them fall away into the current and wash away as his new tail glistened through the cracks. 

Except, maybe skip that step about a tail since that wasn’t the goal.