Demands of a Princess to Another [Extravaganza 2020]
Jan 19, 2020 18:23:44 GMT
Post by Cavespider_17 on Jan 19, 2020 18:23:44 GMT
This is an Extravaganza piece for @jeffexcellence
Prompt: A sick friend who is milking it.
Summary: Cobalt has always had a place in his heart for Copper, an over worked young Aron who cares for her siblings while her mum is away. When Copper goes sick, Cobalt will do anything for the Aron he believes should be a Princess.
Winds whistled through the town. The breeze filled the streets with a chill, rattling on the wooden door and bamboo walls of the house. A small window with a bamboo cross across the middle peered a shallow light onto a wooden bed with a soft blanket on. Under the blanket, letting out a soft groan was an Aron. His white metal coat seemed slightly dimmed.
The door swung open, and another Aron, with a slightly shinier coat, came through the door. He brushed his body against the heater, which hung on the wall.
“Hey Copper,” he said, trotting over to her. ‘I guess looking after your brothers has finally led to you getting one of their sicknesses, huh? Especially since your mum is working all the time in the town, it is all up to you.’
“Cobalt,” the Copper replied. She closed her eyes, sniffling a little.
“How are you feeling?” Cobalt asked, stretching his legs a little.
“Like death.” She rolled onto her belly and slumped her head down a little. She rubbed her head against the top of the bed, aiding the itch on the side of her head. A groan escaped her lips as she sniffled some more.
“I brought you a flower from the patch in town, it was the prettiest I could find.” Cobalt reached into the sack on his back, struggling to take it off. He grabbed the stalk with the stump of his leg and dragged it down. The pretty yellow petals stood out in the greying room, dimmed by the winter sun, as Cobalt carried it over to her, allowing it to hang in his mouth. He placed it gently on the end of her bed, smiling at her with his kind-hearted grin. “Is there anything I can do for you at all to help?” His grin grew as an anxious feeling grew inside of him, trying to hide his strong feelings of affection.
“Some milk please,” she sniffled. “My stomach hurts, and milk may help.”
“Of course, Copper!” he shouted, making her tense up a little. “Sorry, I will get you what you want.” He rushed off towards the fridge in the corner of the house. With his teeth, he gripped the rope hanging off of the fridge door, and he tugged opening the hefty door. With a grunt, the let go, scampering back around to the chilling inside, biting down on the milk carton and dragging it out onto the desk. He pressed the carton with his stubby legs, waiting until he could hear the pop from the top of the carton.
Moments passed before a crisp pop came from the carton.
He walked towards the cupboard, grabbing the rope and pulling open the wooden cabinet, sticking his head in to get the smooth wooden bowl out from within. Using his sharpened teeth, he grabbed the bowl and dragged it out along the floor, making a grinding noise as it scraped over the wood. Swinging his jaw up, scooping air with the bowl in a grip, he plonked it on the side of the milk carton. Pushing the carton into the stubs with his head, he shunted it just enough to make the milk trickle down into the bowl. The liquid splashed around the edges of the bowl and eventually settled down. With a smile, he picked it up, carrying it in his mouth towards Copper, placing it down beside her.
“Thanks, Cobalt. My head is pounding so hard it feels like it is going to explode,” she whispered.
“I don’t think we can learn explosion,” Cobalt joked, looking back at her. “Is there anything I can do to help you?” he asked, sitting down and looking at her with a sparkle in his eyes.
“Oh, Cobalt, would you? Would you please get me a wet cloth and some cookies?” Copper asked, smiling a little before letting a cough out.
“Of course, whatever you want,” Cobalt replied, trotting off into her bathroom, looking at the small wooden bath in the room with the small cloths that hung over the rails. Opening his mouth, he chomped down on the soft cloth and dragged it over the tiles on the floor, placing it under the tap and nuzzling the tap handle to push it down. The water dripped onto the cloth, making the yellow cloth a dimmed almost green colour. Dabbing his foot on the wet cloth, checking to see if it was ready for her. Bending over, he picked it up and carried it back over to her, placing it on her forehead and heading back towards the chest.
He rammed his head against the lock, knocking it open with a tremendous force. He buried his head into the chest and picked out the little sack filled with the gummi flavoured cookies within. Careful to not drag them along the floor, Cobalt lifted his head up a little, carrying them over to her and placing them on her desk with another smile.
“Anything else?”
“Just a few things,” she said, sniffling and coughing as hard as she could. “Can you fetch and clean the scarf for me? I can’t get out of bed too. Oh, and can you also bring me a book from the shelf please?”
Cobalt let out a small sigh as she sniffled a loud sniffle. “Whatever you want,” he replied, keeping his smile painted on his face. His blue eyes sparkled a little as his feelings intensified. He stomped over to the corner, sticking his face into the wooden woven laundry basket. He pulled the scarf out, taking it carefully over to the wash basin. With his molars he bit down on the handle and pulled the lever down, letting the water drizzle over it, soaking it through. Once it had been completely submerged by the water, he walked over to the book shelf. His forehead glowed a little as he headbutted the underneath of the shelf, pushing the books up, shaking them and making a few of them fall over. Cobalt stood up on his back two legs, stretching up and taking one of the books from the shelf, carrying it towards her.
The coating of the book was a little dusty, making him blow the dust off with a puff of air. He placed it beside her, before plodding back to the sink and cleaning the dirty scarf. He looked up to her, as she smiled at the book.
“Oh Cobalt?” she said. “On your way home, could you deliver a letter for me?” She faked a splutter as she rolled over.
Cobalt paused for a moment. “I cannot, not today. I am not going home past Pelipper’s,” he lied. A tiny bit of frustration leaked through his tone. “Maybe tomorrow,” he said, smiling back at her, trying to hide his further annoyance.
“But it is important,” she spluttered.
“I know,” he said, hanging up the scar on the side, looking over to her. “I will take it for you,” he added. ‘Because I care for you more than anything in the world. You can have today, even if you are going overboard – I know you need a break and a little time to be the princess you deserve to be.’
Prompt: A sick friend who is milking it.
Summary: Cobalt has always had a place in his heart for Copper, an over worked young Aron who cares for her siblings while her mum is away. When Copper goes sick, Cobalt will do anything for the Aron he believes should be a Princess.
Demands of a Princess to Another
Winds whistled through the town. The breeze filled the streets with a chill, rattling on the wooden door and bamboo walls of the house. A small window with a bamboo cross across the middle peered a shallow light onto a wooden bed with a soft blanket on. Under the blanket, letting out a soft groan was an Aron. His white metal coat seemed slightly dimmed.
The door swung open, and another Aron, with a slightly shinier coat, came through the door. He brushed his body against the heater, which hung on the wall.
“Hey Copper,” he said, trotting over to her. ‘I guess looking after your brothers has finally led to you getting one of their sicknesses, huh? Especially since your mum is working all the time in the town, it is all up to you.’
“Cobalt,” the Copper replied. She closed her eyes, sniffling a little.
“How are you feeling?” Cobalt asked, stretching his legs a little.
“Like death.” She rolled onto her belly and slumped her head down a little. She rubbed her head against the top of the bed, aiding the itch on the side of her head. A groan escaped her lips as she sniffled some more.
“I brought you a flower from the patch in town, it was the prettiest I could find.” Cobalt reached into the sack on his back, struggling to take it off. He grabbed the stalk with the stump of his leg and dragged it down. The pretty yellow petals stood out in the greying room, dimmed by the winter sun, as Cobalt carried it over to her, allowing it to hang in his mouth. He placed it gently on the end of her bed, smiling at her with his kind-hearted grin. “Is there anything I can do for you at all to help?” His grin grew as an anxious feeling grew inside of him, trying to hide his strong feelings of affection.
“Some milk please,” she sniffled. “My stomach hurts, and milk may help.”
“Of course, Copper!” he shouted, making her tense up a little. “Sorry, I will get you what you want.” He rushed off towards the fridge in the corner of the house. With his teeth, he gripped the rope hanging off of the fridge door, and he tugged opening the hefty door. With a grunt, the let go, scampering back around to the chilling inside, biting down on the milk carton and dragging it out onto the desk. He pressed the carton with his stubby legs, waiting until he could hear the pop from the top of the carton.
Moments passed before a crisp pop came from the carton.
He walked towards the cupboard, grabbing the rope and pulling open the wooden cabinet, sticking his head in to get the smooth wooden bowl out from within. Using his sharpened teeth, he grabbed the bowl and dragged it out along the floor, making a grinding noise as it scraped over the wood. Swinging his jaw up, scooping air with the bowl in a grip, he plonked it on the side of the milk carton. Pushing the carton into the stubs with his head, he shunted it just enough to make the milk trickle down into the bowl. The liquid splashed around the edges of the bowl and eventually settled down. With a smile, he picked it up, carrying it in his mouth towards Copper, placing it down beside her.
“Thanks, Cobalt. My head is pounding so hard it feels like it is going to explode,” she whispered.
“I don’t think we can learn explosion,” Cobalt joked, looking back at her. “Is there anything I can do to help you?” he asked, sitting down and looking at her with a sparkle in his eyes.
“Oh, Cobalt, would you? Would you please get me a wet cloth and some cookies?” Copper asked, smiling a little before letting a cough out.
“Of course, whatever you want,” Cobalt replied, trotting off into her bathroom, looking at the small wooden bath in the room with the small cloths that hung over the rails. Opening his mouth, he chomped down on the soft cloth and dragged it over the tiles on the floor, placing it under the tap and nuzzling the tap handle to push it down. The water dripped onto the cloth, making the yellow cloth a dimmed almost green colour. Dabbing his foot on the wet cloth, checking to see if it was ready for her. Bending over, he picked it up and carried it back over to her, placing it on her forehead and heading back towards the chest.
He rammed his head against the lock, knocking it open with a tremendous force. He buried his head into the chest and picked out the little sack filled with the gummi flavoured cookies within. Careful to not drag them along the floor, Cobalt lifted his head up a little, carrying them over to her and placing them on her desk with another smile.
“Anything else?”
“Just a few things,” she said, sniffling and coughing as hard as she could. “Can you fetch and clean the scarf for me? I can’t get out of bed too. Oh, and can you also bring me a book from the shelf please?”
Cobalt let out a small sigh as she sniffled a loud sniffle. “Whatever you want,” he replied, keeping his smile painted on his face. His blue eyes sparkled a little as his feelings intensified. He stomped over to the corner, sticking his face into the wooden woven laundry basket. He pulled the scarf out, taking it carefully over to the wash basin. With his molars he bit down on the handle and pulled the lever down, letting the water drizzle over it, soaking it through. Once it had been completely submerged by the water, he walked over to the book shelf. His forehead glowed a little as he headbutted the underneath of the shelf, pushing the books up, shaking them and making a few of them fall over. Cobalt stood up on his back two legs, stretching up and taking one of the books from the shelf, carrying it towards her.
The coating of the book was a little dusty, making him blow the dust off with a puff of air. He placed it beside her, before plodding back to the sink and cleaning the dirty scarf. He looked up to her, as she smiled at the book.
“Oh Cobalt?” she said. “On your way home, could you deliver a letter for me?” She faked a splutter as she rolled over.
Cobalt paused for a moment. “I cannot, not today. I am not going home past Pelipper’s,” he lied. A tiny bit of frustration leaked through his tone. “Maybe tomorrow,” he said, smiling back at her, trying to hide his further annoyance.
“But it is important,” she spluttered.
“I know,” he said, hanging up the scar on the side, looking over to her. “I will take it for you,” he added. ‘Because I care for you more than anything in the world. You can have today, even if you are going overboard – I know you need a break and a little time to be the princess you deserve to be.’
