#365daysofwriting

Mark Twain

26/365

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Yours,

i was alone, walking on a beach made of glass before its glass, and the water looked like glass. the sun cutting itself into shards on the surface, my life a mosaic for once. there was a mosaic in the first house. and it looked so out of place, among the shabby, function-made clothes and the worn furniture. it was a picture of some battle, some war i didn’t remember. none of the people had faces. that month was the hardest month of my whole life. so hard, most days the sun went down like something was forcing it to. most days i didn’t see the sun at all. and all through that i never gave up. but then after that there was another house, and more mosaics, turning battles into victories instead of just bloodshed.

As I drive down the winding road

My toes cold

Breeze invading my clothes

I watch the flowers blossom

Covering in their beauty

The long barren branches

All these weeks

I have watched those

Branches come to life

But only today it struck me

That spring was arriving

Not just on branches

But even in me

The cold wind each moring

Was fanning adament embers

Of passion

Which has wandered off

And got lost

In unknown corners of me

All this while they glowed low

But the cold wind

Had done

What needed to be undone

It was no longer

Just the flowers

Which blossomed

With them there are aslo

Blossoming a thousand me

~Maya ki Leela

Just a little thing I got into writing for @idiotflowerex.

Here you go my dear, my attempt at a little fic. It is a bit long. I don’t mind it so much. 

Prompt/Request: Can someone please write something where Prompto and Noct have a kitten and they name it Nugget?

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Ignis walked in to Prompto screaming, his voice taking on a pained pitch.

“No, please! You can't claw there! You have to let- ow! Noct!”

“Sorry.”

He sighed, took off his shoes and walked all the way in, seeing the predicament in front of him.

Noct held a tiny kitten in the air by its collar, the little thing swiping at Prompto from its perch, letting out a small “meow” as Prompto rubbed his shoulder.

“Nugget, you have to stop that! I'm not a cat post!”

“Probably mistook you for a Chocobo butt.”

“Shut up Noct!”

Ignis cleared his throat, getting the attention of all three, the cat’s tail swishing in the air.

Prompto at least looked guilty.

Noct just blinked and dropped the kitten to the floor.

“Hey Specs.”

“What is that?”

“What does it look like?”

The thing came up, purring and trying to rub itself on Ignis’ legs. Prompto gushed at it.

“Aw, Nugget likes you!”

“Nugget?”

Noct pointed at Prompto with his thumb.

“He named him before I got home-”

“It's a good name!”

“-And unfortunately it stuck.”

Ignis looked down at the cat, looked back up at both of them.

“Where did you even find this creature?”

“On the street.”

“Did you get it checked out?”

They both looked at each other, Noct shrugging and bending down to grab the cat. It meowed but snuggled against him as he cradled it.

Prompto rubbed the back of his head, laughing nervously.

“No?”

Ignis sighed.

“What if it scratches you and gets you sick?”

Prompto smiled, holding out his hands to show off the array of rainbow Band-Aids. Noct held out one hand to show a similar sight.

“I think we are fine.”

Ignis pinched his nose.

“Is it fixed?”

Noct gave him a dirty look in response, petting the car as it purred against him.

“What about shots? Have you thought about those?”

“No Mom, we just got it last week.”

“Plenty of time to act like an adult Noct.”

“She’s not dangerous Specs.”

“And what if something happens Noct?”

“Specs, we got it.”

“I hate to tell you but neither of you are capable of keeping yourselves alive, much less another creature.”

Noct pouted at him.

“It’s fine, we can do it.”

Prompto nodded enthusiastically, standing up and looking at Ignis.

“Iggy, come on! She is adorable! You can’t make us get rid of her!”

Ignis shook his head, pointing at the creature.

“I don’t mean to break up your little crush but this little creature needs to go. It is just going to be worse when you two fail miserably and hurt the thing.”

Noct just sighed, walking over and holding it up for Ignis to see.

It was all tan, the cat taking on a whitewash cream with giant green eyes.

It meowed at Ignis, its tail swishing and it paws reaching out to touch him.

“Not “it” but she. And come on Specs! She is already attached to us!”

“And we already named her! She is basically our family already! Isn’t that right Nugget!?”

The cat turned to Prompto, gave him a little meow in response that had Prompto squealing in jo.

Noct was still looking at Ignis, giving him the slight pout/beg he used on Gladio when he didn’t want to eat something.

Prompto joined in with his puppy eyes.

Even “Nugget” seemed to realize their antic because the tiny thing turned back to him and cocked its head, its paw going out once more.

It meowed softly, its face seeming to fall at the thought of leaving.

Ignis looked at all of them, knew it was a bad idea.

He sighed, fixing his glasses.

“You have to take her to a vet.”

Prompto beamed, that smile like the sun directed straight at Ignis.

“And keep the poor thing fed and bathed.”

Noct was smiling too now, the small curve of his lips all Ignis needed.

“And make sure she doesn’t tear up the apartment or pee everywhere.”

Nugget meowed happily, her purrs loud and clear from Noct’s arms.

“You have to take care of her.”

“Geez Specs, we will.”

Prompto cheered, grabbing Nugget and cuddling against her happily.

Ignis sighed but smiled nonetheless.

However, now that I try to put on paper and ink how I feel, I realise that nothing we read is devoid of translation and that when I try to convey my feelings via words lots of things get lost in translation.

Thought about a way to overcome those missing ✔️ in my trackers: create new challenges every month to spike my interest and challenge myself always more.

the way the rain slanted everything just a little, hiding your tears for you (as if god was looking down at your red heart) and all the lights in the whole town were suddenly forgettable.

and the world forgot.

forgot the headlights, and the streetlights, and the lights that were supposed to be on the sneakers you threw at the sun, the light in your eyes and the one in your heart, pouring yourself out to save something.

i said that all the lights went out.

and that’s true.

and while i was busy wishing for light,

light was busy rushing in.

two lights on a car you didn’t see.

two lights on a car that couldn’t see you.

you, in the road with a dead bird in your hand, wishing it back to life.

pouring yourself out, mixing in with the rain, all the lights back and too bright,

and me screaming your name, screaming

“please god do not let that boy die”

and he didn’t.

instead he took my legs for a while, and i swear those casts itched more than anything in the world.

more than the questions, and the praise and the tearful gratitude, as if i made a choice to do that. to save you.

the one thing you weren’t worth saving for was that itching.

we don’t talk about it, i close it up inside a lockbox and drown the box,

i keep you from talking about it, because it makes you cry.

you talk about it anyway.

and after you move too far away to talk about it, you write about it instead.

i take all the letters and lock them up to, but i keep this one safe.

in the end, it’s the space of the matter.

all this wide open space to be small into.