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set a while before chapter 4 who knows who cares
actually I lied, i know, this is a couple days after Dez, Noin, and Elf run off with Second, but thatās not really important.
i wrote this at midnight and my self-betaing is terrible enjoy this wordsplatter. as i get into the hang of writing senyuufic
Elf did a couple of odd jobs today, and the extra cash means that he and Zehn get treats. He stops at the bakery and decides on cupcakes: chocolate for him, lemon for Zehn (come to think of it, heās not really sure how Zehn eats. Elf has to ponder more over that then he does the cupcakes). Some impulse makes him grab a strawberry one, too. Somebody likes it, right? Heāll remember who later and give it to them. Surprise gifts are fun! Itās tradition. (Tradition for who? With who? No reason to think about it too hard, Elf sees no point in undue concern and worrying about stuff like this gives him a headache).
The baker hands over the requested confections in individual packages.
Elf carries them happily off to his pocket dimension. Zehn is suitably enthused with the cute box of cupcake placed into its hands. Its helmet lights up a little, which Elf has learned is about the closest it can get to grinning without having a face. Elf grins back.
āThanks! I guess your work went well, then?ā it asks.
āYup!ā Elf gives a thumbs up with his free hand. āTotally deserves a celebration right? āS what ya do when ya work hard, ās buy cake afterward.ā He laughs. Itās probably not, but any excuse for cake is a valid one.
Zehn nods at the extra package. āIs that something else or is it your usual buying three of things?ā
āThe usual.ā Elf stares at the box of strawberry cupcake. Zehn is right, it was fairly common for him to either get extras of things or get halfway through divvying something up into thirds before realizing there were only two people in the dimension. Hmm. He hadnāt thought about that. āWell, if I donāt remember who itās for in time, we can split it or somethinā, yeah?ā
Zehn nods, and Elf wanders off. Heās got to put these cupcakes somewhere. Zehn watches him go with mild concern. It has caught the name āAlfā a couple times, but Elf never speaks of his past, and if Zehn tries to ask he either waves it off or seems confused. Itās mysterious, and somewhat worrying. It sincerely hopes Elf is going to be okay and these weird lapses in memory and inexplicable behaviour arenāt signs of anything bad. It sighs and wanders off. Oh well, might as well enjoy the pastry so long as it has it. Elfās very competent, this shouldnāt be something that bad. Or at least, Zehn will stick to that hope.
Elf places the third cupcake on one of the randomly generated tables that, like most furniture here, either appear and disappear randomly or stick wherever Elf or Zehn needs them. Elf figured if he leaves it there heāll come back to it, but in the meantime itās āset aside for Alfā.
But who was Alf, why was Elf setting things aside for him, and why was he so certain this Alf guy like strawberries?
Maybe heāll remember later.
Elf does not remember later. Elf, in fact, completely forgets about the cupcake. Zehn doesnāt ask, and the table disappears from its nondescript location after a couple hours.
The table, in fact, vanishes to one of the few sections of the pocket dimension that Alf can access. As horrible and inconvenient being stuck in the time vortex is, sometimes it offers him some small blessings. Sometimes he is given a reprieve. He canāt escape fully; some part of him is always kept behind in the ocean of time, but enough of him gets free that he can breathe. He can stand in an expanse of white and feel something beneath his feet, for once. More importantly, Alf can feel Elfās magic. He knows who made this place, even if heās only ever been able to catch glimpses of the boy.
Alfās proud of him. Making oneās own dimension is no small feat, after all. His people made a good choice with Elf as the Great Mage. Alf stares around the expanse of emptiness, feeling the hints of Elfās magic around him and smiling fondly. Something draws his attention. A tableās behind him, and a potted plant. Odd, usually thereās nothing here. Must be the usual weird distortions causing things to float around. itās nothing important or unusual, but Alf steps over to inspect regardless. Itās something to look at.
On top of the table is a small cardboard box, which is slightly more unexpected. It has some printed drawings of fruit and decorative swirls on it, and curiosity gets the better of him. Heās not supposed to cause disturbances (moreso hereā he doesnāt want the memory spells on Elf breaking and causing problems) but itās a box. All on its lonesome. How bad could it be to poke at it.
Alf opens the box, stares for a second, then has to try very, very hard not to cry.
Every time when he and Elf were younger and one of them got their hands on extra change, theyād get something and share. Food, or comics, or something.
And it seems Elf kept it up.
And that Elf still remembered Alfās favourite flavour of cake, despite the layers of seals on his memory. Something somewhere was so deeply ingrained in Elfās identity that he kept it despite the magic, kept these little pieces of Alf.
While Alf knows that he should be kicking himself for allowing Elf to remember anything about him, instead he finds himself plopped down on the floor, sobbing and trying not to clutch the box of cake hard enough to damage it. Itās for him. He canāt harm something that reminds him he exists.
Alf is still like that when the timestream pulls him back into its depths. The tears have stopped but he holds the box protectively, refusing to let go.
The universe seems to take pity on him this one time, and when he lands in the eddies where time isnāt shoving him around, the box and cake are still in his hands.
Itās been a while since he last had anything to eat. He doesnāt need it, but itās nice, especially when itās something sweet.
Alf picks at the cupcake slowly and letās himself hope, just a little. Maybe when his work is done, Elf will remember him. Maybe Elf will be able to find him, help him out of this void.
Maybe heāll finally get to see Elf again in a situation where he can interact with the boy. Where Alf can hug him for far longer that social custom and tell that idiot mage how much he means to Alf.
Alf threw himself into the wash of time because he wanted to try being selfish for once, he wanted to protect the people he cares about. Cecily the first time and Elf the second.
He just didnāt know it would be so horribly lonely.
Alf holds onto the now-empty pastry box, closing his eyes and thinking. Heāll have to speak to Elf eventually (he refuses to consider the alternative), he should start figuring out where to start.
āThank youā, probably, would suffice.
Maybe something awkward and rambling about love afterwards.
