Collection 1
Title: Not in the job description.
Fandom: Meddus
Rating: +K.
Paring: BlightxConvoy.
Characters: Blight, Convoy.
Type: Short/Drabble
Summary: Convoy's almost to his destination and is getting a bit annoyed with delays.
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Ugg.. this was monotonous.' Convoy thought as he panted in order to keep going.
Getting up the hill was getting harder and harder. Even with a gentle slop up, the ground covered with soft untouched grass, and barely any rocks, moving his long body was... well... a chore. His back seemed to weight more as time went on and with the cargo shifting this way and that Convoy felt his irritation rising. Why? Why did he have to do this again? Oh ya, apparently it was his job. HA! What a farce. He was strong and could cary large loads but, this was too much! All that added 'baggage'. *grumble*
After 10 more minutes of walking straight up the hill his patience was almost completely gone and he knew that if anyone happened on his path he would blow a gasket. Convoy finally did blow it when an exceptionally large branch caught six of his legs at the same time making him stumble and sway dangerously. Those important appendages throbbed with displeasure and Convoy hoped he hadn't torn anything. Nothing was more annoying to a Myrian then twisted, sprained, torn, or broken legs. That was it!
"Alright. That's it! BLIGHT, GET YOUR BIG BUTT OFF ME!" Convoy shrieked between panting.
The only response he got was giggles somewhere behind him and her hugging his middle.
Oh god why him?
Tittle: Fake little Lie
Fandom: Meddus
Paring: None
Characters: Sol, The Girls.
Type: T
Summary: He loves his town but sometimes what it means to him isn't all that great. A bit of reflecting.
Hopping from one roof to the other Sol let his clawed feet hook on tiles and flat tops as he raced back to the Club; his new safe haven at the moment was in there. He took the same rout every time regardless if it was raining or holes or anything else like that. Being lax and comfortable were some of the only things Sol really cared about, well besides proving to everyone that he really was a Hyme. One house he walked over every day held a pare of twins and their mother. She was a small blue beetle that was aging gracefully and never seemed to change in shape or size, never gaining weight and never losing it. Her husband, as far as he could tell, never came home and always stayed out late when he was staying there. Sometimes he would see the dainty beetle sitting by the small window framed with glass and a pare of pail beach curtains looking sad and forlorn. She obviously missed her husband and wished him well with whatever he did and after watching her for some time Sol absorbed that same well wishing spirit. However one day he saw what her mate was really doing.
It was raining, one of the rare times when the hot temperature was no longer in effect and causing heavier Meddians to seek shelter. It had been cool and soothing to his heated up hide and in the spur of the moment Sol stat down right where he was on the roof, simply basking in the down pore. Loud angry growls and shrieks of anger sounded from between his feet causing him to jolt upwards and look down. There was the undeniable form of the blue beetle's husband and he was dragging an unwilling prostitute with him to another ally. Sol knew what was happening and didn't stick around to wait and see what happened. Needless to say Sol never thought of the male the same way again. He thought of telling the gentle blue beetle about her husbands behavior but thought better of it. If she knew what more hurt would that due her? She had twins that were still dependent on the new mother and he couldn't take her away from them like that for Sol remembered what that was like.
A pare of warm arms that wrapped around him and held him tight. Soft blankets that smelt like the outside. the constant pressure of a solid body under him as he slept. When Sol had been born his mother had held him and sand hymns to him telling him he was a precious thing to her. As he got older Sol started asking questions like, "Where dad?" and "Why is Sol not colored like others?". His mother simply replied that Sol was himself, not like anyone else. Sol was what Sol made himself out to be and what Sol saw was a Hyme. So then he must be a Hyme. What he couldn't figure out was why nobody else thought he was.
"Lier." Became something he heard alot and he hated it. He wasn't a lier! If his mother said that he could be anything he made himself be then he was! Why was it so hard for other to except!
Finally arriving at the Club Sol gave out an uncharacteristic sigh. Such unhappy thought made his head hurt badly. Maybe he was getting sick? Warm blankets and warm tea were in order even though it was hot outside, inside the Club it was bound to be a little cold. Cold was refreshing but right now Sol was getting depressed and he wanted to chase that way. It wasn't in his nature to be so moody and gloomy. Sticking out his tongue at his own behavior Sol swung forwards and entered though the small kitchen window out of practice. He dropped the strawberries on the counter to be put away later or devoured by The Girls. Once inside his room Sol flopped forwards onto his bed with his butt in the air like an idiot but moved to lay on his side a bit after that. Sol felt the energy slowly drifting out of him and onto the floor somewhere probably making a mess.
He didn't remember falling asleep but when he woke up he knew something had happened. For a bit Sol had drifted up to the surface of consciousness and felt warm arms surrounding him, with plenty of soft blankets surrounding him and calm presences around him.
