#sunflowersorrow

50

     ❝ It's a costume -- see ?  It's, uh ...           HALLOWEENMAS !  WE ALL           DRESS UP !  Where's YOUR           costume, HUH ?! ❞

Memory Meme

✈ - an eye-opening memory

           It happened in her younger years. Perhaps the age of five, possibly           rounding up the age of six. The day was quiet and Elsa was in the           library, soliciting to comprehend the words in the book she randomly            chose from one of the bookshelves. Fire crackling beside her, tiny           fingers grasped the thin pages and flipped them to the next, struggling           to understand, though not giving up on the book. The few words that           she did know were captivating to her and further enticed her to continue.

           But as the sound of a creaking door reached her ears, she quickly           glanced up, bright eyes wide in fear. She wasn’t supposed to be           awake. Her parents thought she succumbed to oblivion at least           three hours ago. Certainly trouble would come her way if she were           caught now. The small girl fumbled in standing up, leaving the open           book lying on the carpet, quickly ducking behind one of the large           armchairs and resting her shoulder against. Breath quick, she peered           out from behind, watching as the Arendelle King walked into the           library. Small hands grasped the edge of the chair, knuckles turning           white from the tight hold. The King, with dark circles under his eyes           trekked over to the open book, leaning forward to pick it up. His dark           eyes skimmed the library, a gentle frown on his sharp features.

                                   “I know you’re in here, Elsa.”

            At being discovered, the young princess panicked, a low gasp emitting            from between her lips. And the sudden formation of ice erupted from the            tips of her fingers, crackling along the chair and reaching the floor. She            fell back, fear evident on her porcelain visage. Yet, a hint of awe glimmered            at the corner of her eyes. Did she really make ice from her bare hands?

                                    “Elsa, what are you doing?”

            She shot her gaze upward, providing another gasp. Lifting her hands,            she carefully observed them, twitching her fingers and creating a            gentle snow fall. How did this happen to her? It was…beautiful.

the-sunflower-prince sweet-mother-of-lucas sunflowersorrow unmitigated-messenger askthefuckingcommander

The Commander never understood why they needed him, of all people to do maintenance. He wasn’t very good at him, but they always called him whenever there was a power supply problem? Was it ability to use PK Thunder? He was pretty sure it was. While they dealt with the fish, he was always charging the tower up. It was an annoyance, but at least it worked. It gave the poor creatures a break as well. They certainly needed it.

Fassad had told him that he needed to speak to him about something, but the Commander opted to ignore him for now. The man annoyed him and he wanted the fix the tower before anything else. It was this that got him into a strange situation. On the way to the Thunder Tower, he saw something that surprised him. There was a boy in an outfit much like his own. In fact, he was pretty sure that was his! Hey, he only had three of those!

He asked the Pig Mask who offered to drive him, because the Commander’s flying program interfered with his ability to drive, to stop. He cautiously stepped out of the Pork Bean and approached the boy, grabbing him around the wrist before he could get away.

⌈♔ : ➤⌋ "Good morning, Lucas. You look to be in high spirits this day."