08-15-2018, 10:18 PM
Sage gave Aiden some food for thought and left the room. Aiden looked up above his head at the lone orb of fairy fire. He had never contemplated making them do anything. How could he? He didn’t know how to. He didn’t even know how to summon them! If he had any modicum of control over the things, he might not even be here… Well, that was a lie. He’d still have come because of Sage, but would Sage have even bothered with him were it not for the fairy fire?
Of course, he would have. I am Aiden Fuckin’ Finnegan!
Walking over to the area by the tennis ball machines, Aiden focused all of his attention on the fairy fire. First, he tried just staring at it and thinking of the orb moving. Nothing happened. Then he repeated the action, but closed his eyes and held the image of the moving fire in his mind’s eye. After a few moments, he cracked an eye open and peaked. Nothing. This went on for another ten minutes but to no avail. The only thing he had to show for it was a sweaty forehead.
Eh, fuck this.
Aiden set to pacing back and forth, thinking of the perfect movie to show Sage. The old Ghilbi movies came to mind. Aiden’s favorites were Princess Mononoke and Spirited Away, but would animation be too childish? The movies were anything but; however, Sage would probably go on analyzing them. Aiden had done the same thing a thousand times, although for the Japanese folklore embedded in the stories. His mind then went to musicals, which he also adored. Rocky Horror, The Producers, Cabaret; all of those classics, but it took a certain kind of person to truly appreciate the song and dance. Rocky Horror, although weird and old, was what sparked Aiden’s interest in film as a child. His mind went further, thinking of horror movies; which were great if you wanted to snuggle up to someone. Before he could actually contemplate his favorites, the dogs started making a lot of noise behind him.
Spinning on his heel, Aiden turned just in time to spot Nova knocking Lasher into one of the tennis ball machines. The bigger dog let out a loud bark before crashing into the machinery. He recovered quickly. Aiden made his way to the dog but was rebuffed as the machine sprung to life and shot three tennis balls in quick succession at Aiden. All three of them pelted Aiden in the face, knocking him backward. His head slammed against the ground and he lost consciousness for a moment.
Aiden awoke to stars in his eyes and Sage making his way back downstairs with a large bundle in his arms. Aiden tried to sit up in an effort to play it off, but he just fell backward, rubbing at his nose.
“I didn’t do anything!” he yelled from his spot on the ground. “Sorry, Sage! It was Lasher…”
Of course, he would have. I am Aiden Fuckin’ Finnegan!
Walking over to the area by the tennis ball machines, Aiden focused all of his attention on the fairy fire. First, he tried just staring at it and thinking of the orb moving. Nothing happened. Then he repeated the action, but closed his eyes and held the image of the moving fire in his mind’s eye. After a few moments, he cracked an eye open and peaked. Nothing. This went on for another ten minutes but to no avail. The only thing he had to show for it was a sweaty forehead.
Eh, fuck this.
Aiden set to pacing back and forth, thinking of the perfect movie to show Sage. The old Ghilbi movies came to mind. Aiden’s favorites were Princess Mononoke and Spirited Away, but would animation be too childish? The movies were anything but; however, Sage would probably go on analyzing them. Aiden had done the same thing a thousand times, although for the Japanese folklore embedded in the stories. His mind then went to musicals, which he also adored. Rocky Horror, The Producers, Cabaret; all of those classics, but it took a certain kind of person to truly appreciate the song and dance. Rocky Horror, although weird and old, was what sparked Aiden’s interest in film as a child. His mind went further, thinking of horror movies; which were great if you wanted to snuggle up to someone. Before he could actually contemplate his favorites, the dogs started making a lot of noise behind him.
Spinning on his heel, Aiden turned just in time to spot Nova knocking Lasher into one of the tennis ball machines. The bigger dog let out a loud bark before crashing into the machinery. He recovered quickly. Aiden made his way to the dog but was rebuffed as the machine sprung to life and shot three tennis balls in quick succession at Aiden. All three of them pelted Aiden in the face, knocking him backward. His head slammed against the ground and he lost consciousness for a moment.
Aiden awoke to stars in his eyes and Sage making his way back downstairs with a large bundle in his arms. Aiden tried to sit up in an effort to play it off, but he just fell backward, rubbing at his nose.
“I didn’t do anything!” he yelled from his spot on the ground. “Sorry, Sage! It was Lasher…”
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