Sanata101

Disclaimer: I don't write fanfics so this is my first attempt at writing one hence I apologize for any mistakes. [Italic text means change in P.O.V from 1st person to 3rd person at the end]

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“Pretty, isn’t it?”

A sudden familiar voice breaks me out of my trance. I look back at the man standing by me, his hands behind his back as his never-changing impassive smile is directed at me. My gaze lingers on his face for a second before I nod my head.

“Seeing how long you stared at it….should I say that you want it?”

“Not necessarily. I just think it’s beautifully crafted.”

I look back at the glass flower put in display infront of this arts shop we are at. It reflects the sunlight, making it almost blindingly bright. The single delicate flower stood a bit curved but strongly nonetheless as if it was trying its best to stand against the overwhelming light.

“Indeed. Looks like a lot of time and effort went into it”, Sirius’ gaze also turns to the flower. Beside the small sculpture was a thin piece of paper revealing that it was handmade and crafted out of finest glass by the hands of the famous artist himself. Just under it is written the price….looking at the number of 0s, I sigh internally. Of course.

A light chuckle enters my ear and I look at him again, “Are you sure you don’t want it? Because your expression says otherwise.” Sirius’ eyes twinkle in sparkles of gold and his smile is wider than before. 

I avoid his gaze feeling seen as I blurt out my thoughts, “Well, even if I did get it, I don’t think I’m capable enough to protect a glass flower. I’d probably accidentally have it shattered and I don’t want that. It would be upsetting.” 

I mean one of the reasons is that I don’t have enough money but he doesn’t need to know that.

“Is that so? But I think summoner could do a pretty good job, at least better than me. If you really want it, I can buy it for you.”

I almost want to accept the offer but then refuse after a moment of thought.

“I can’t make you do that. It’s too expensive.”

“Nothing’s too expensive if it’s for our summoner-”

I cut him off before he can continue, “How about you get it then?”

“Now, now, that defeats the purpose, doesn’t it?”

“Just have it in your room, I’ll drop by every now and then to check on it.” My smile is uncontrollable as my eyes settles on his face waiting for how he’ll reply to such a silly suggestion. Obviously it was a joke but Sirius seems a bit surprised at my words. And then his infamous mocking laugh returns again, “Summoner, you really do say interesting things sometimes.” 

He seems genuinely amused but takes a deep breathe and looks at the flower as his eyes turn into a dark shade of purple, “I won’t deny that it’s beautiful but at the same time….it’s weak.”

“Weak?”

“Sure, I actually do want to place it somewhere in my room, seems tempting but it will require a lot of care and precision. One wrong move and it’ll fall to the floor, shattering into many pieces.”

His looming expression vanishes again and the annoying smirk returns, “So, you have to be careful summoner. Beautiful innocent things are pretty and alluring to look at but they are weak. They need to be protected or the world around them will eat them and their purity up.”

“So, that’s what you think about it, huh….” I look down, seemingly in thought about his ‘strange’ mindset.

But why did he tell me to be careful? Was it directed towards being careful around the flower or….

“It looks like you find my thinking weird, summoner. But am I really wrong?”

I stay quiet for a moment despite his taunting and decide to enter the store. Sirius seems perplexed before following me silently with a smile that meant to say ‘I won’.

As my feet take me around the small but bright shop slowly, I state my half, “Not exactly. I can’t argue with you saying you’re completely wrong. Like what you said, beautiful things should indeed be protected. Pretty roses for instance, when someone sees a pretty rose, they’ll pluck it and keep it for themselves not caring that it would wilt and die later on. But I want to say that it isn’t the same in every case.”

I stop to gaze at another glass handicraft in front of me and Sirius follows my line of sight. It was a deer this time. A magical deer to be exact. It was from a play that has gained popularity from the locals since the past month.

I point at the deer, my index fingertip coming in contact with the warm transparent display case’s surface, “Do you remember this?”

Sirius looks closely at the craft and hums in agreement, “Light in the woods, right? We went to see this play together last week.”

I nod lightly, “In the play, we follow the life of a poor abandoned man who was disowned by his family. He wandered the village aimlessly in search for shelter and food. Days went by with him surviving off of shades under trees, inside caves and fruits that nature could offer until…he encountered the magical deer.”

Sirius gaze shifts towards me but I refuse to meet his eyes and continue looking at the deer shining magnificently in the light, “It was the deer of life, every villager wanted to hunt it for it had the power to grant any wish one could desire. The man was ecstatic and aimed his weapon made out of wood and sharp stone but he couldn’t. Because it was too beautiful to be killed. So he just stared at the beautiful being from a distance not being able to hurt it and watched as it disappeared before his eyes and deep into the woods.”

I look back at Sirius with a smile to find that his smirk has wiped off and his eyes are now a pool of gold, “What I want to say is that beautiful things may be vulnerable but they have the power to make home inside of people’s soul and melt their frozen heart.”

He stays silent possibly tracing my features with his eyes that lacked any emotion as of current but in opposition, my smile only grew bigger as I recall his words, “See, like what you said earlier, you wanted keep that flower but you were afraid it would break if something went wrong. Didn’t that flower despite being fragile and weak change your heart? You were uninterested before but it made you want to protect it, care for it.”

A stunned expression I had never seen before appears on Sirius’ face, his eyes change into the color of the clear sky that loomed over this pretty little shop right now. He was at loss of words before scoffing and looking away, “I….I only said that because cleaning the broken shards of glasses would be too much work.”

I chuckle to myself and make my way to exit the store light on my feet, “Sure whatever makes you sleep at night~”

But not before pausing and looking back him, “I just want you to remember that strength does not only come from physical capabilities. Things that may be physically weak may have the ability to create the strongest impact on people, who knows?”

Then, I walk out of the store, my expression a complete contrast as to when I had entered.

What the girl didn’t know was that the man who had agreed to accompany her today stayed rooted on his feet and blankly stared at her small back walking away. His expression as void as a night sky without any stars but then a small chuckle broke out from his mouth, “You…”

He followed her outside curious to what their next stop would be at and what surprises she would bring him again. However, his feet halted again when he was about pass by the same glass flower that started this entire exchange of their views. His stare so heavy it almost threatened to break the flower into pieces.

Days later, if someone walked into Sirius' room, they could be able to spot a certain new furniture. A singular display shelf that was not there at the start and inside the expensive shelf was another craft made of delicate glass.

The flower was meticulously placed inside along with real flower petals spread around it. The craft looked like it was cleaned daily and the shelf was placed isolated from all the other things in the room signaling that the flower inside was possibly of a great importance.

Another day when the long dark haired man gently took out the art to wipe it clean like he did every other day, he smiled almost mockingly at his own feeble actions and soft touches.

“Ability to change people’s hearts despite being weak…hah, maybe you were right.”

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