Sweet Cinnamoth
EXP: 37,766, Level: 8
Level completed: 31%,
EXP required for next Level: 6,234
Wow, why were… why were hands? Why were hands a thing? Fenn stared down at his. Hands were like alien things. Like little spiders attached to the end of one’s arm. They were kind of pale, and kind of pockmarked greyish from flea bites. His fingers waggled, and he marveled at the motion; what told fingers to do that? What made the muscles do the twitching, and do the thing? It was like, it was like his bones inside were sticks and the muscles were strings that twitched the sticks, and then there was skin all on top of it like wrapping paper.
His pale grey-white hands shifted with a few different colors now. There were lots of colors everywhere. It was a color party! Wheeeeeeeeeeeee! He glanced down at his feet. His toes wiggled a little, not quite in sync. They joined the dancing color party. There was a big, dumb grin on the fae's face, but hell if he could tell. He was too busy watching the colors swirl. Dance, colors, dance.
He heard something from afar, but close. Nevin’s voice. Spit them out?
What? Oh. The candies. Whyyy. Nooo. Those were Fenn's candies now. Nevin probably just wanted the sweet, sticky-sugary scrumptiousness all for himself. A sour, pucker-lipped expression flashed across Fenn’s features. Defiantly, he clamped his jaw shut and swallowed most of the dissolving deliciousness. Nevin was not invited to the color party.
Whoops. His legs didn’t know how to work now. The muscle-strings inside them attached to his bone-sticks forgot how they worked.
Whoosh! Air fell past his face. Or was he falling through the air? Now Fenn was on the floor, and he wasn’t sure why. It smelled dusty. Dusty, and… odd. There were sticky spots in certain places, dabbed-up spills, and they smelled funny too. He was drooling a little. Soon as he noticed, the boy made to wipe his lips -- but instead missed and smacked his nose. His hands were there, in front of his face now. They felt as if the little flea bugs had started crawling under his skin. It was better when they were just biting.
Go away bugs. Fenn waved his hands around hesitantly, wondering what the bugs were doing under his skin. Bad bugs.
Last edited by FennWenn; 10-20-2017 at 08:46 AM.
