Author: Heliotropium PM
It's not the kiss that's most exciting, it's waiting for those lips to touch. Magnus/Gaol shortsRated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Friendship - Dark Lord Gaol & Magnus - Chapters: 6 - Words: 3,570 - Reviews: 15 - Favs: 7 - Follows: 9 - Updated: 05-30-12 - Published: 04-18-12 - id: 8035907
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I've got nothing to say for this part.
Gaol hated her hair. She hated the light color and the attention it brought. Everyone else had black hair or varying shades of brown, but she was the only one cursed with golden locks. The little girl remembered a time when she was surrounded by people like her. The old village had so many colors of hair, when Magnus' black hair was a minority. But when the Underworld Army came, she became the minority when she and Magnus fled.
She stared at the murky mixture in the shallow basin. The mixture of plant extracts and bug juices gave off a foul odor. The old woman said that if she bathed her hair in this smelly concoction, she would have darker hair. She lowered her head.
The memory of her father's blond hair caked with blood was still fresh and would not go away anytime soon.
Magnus entered the hut and was greeted by a rotten smell and the sight of Gaol crying. The tips of her hair were a dark brown, which matched a lumpy liquid that was seeping into the dirt floor. He sighed and carefully approached her. She didn't acknowledge his presence.
"Papa…" She whimpered. "Mama…"
He was not sure how to handle this delicate situation. She always had her parents to deal with her when she cried. He racked his brain for memories. His own mother always used to pull him close and kiss him before she passed away from a mysterious illness. Surely her mother did the same. Magnus wrapped his arms around his companion awkwardly and she stiffened. He pat her on the back, changing the pitch of her soft whines with every pat. He kissed her temple, then her forehead. When she seemed to calm down, he pulled away to see if what he done had helped. Gaol stared at him with her big, bright eyes with a curious expression on her face.
"You feel better?" he asked.
She wiped away her tears and nodded. "Yeah…"
"What were you doing?"
"Trying to change my hair color."
"So I can look like everybody else."
Magnus frowned. "But your hair's so… so pretty! Why would you want to look like everybody else?"
"They look at me funny."
"Then hit them!"
Gaol laughed at his suggestion, making him beam inside by the fact that he cheered her up on his own. He leaned in, kissed her nose, and pressed their foreheads together.
"Let's clean that nasty stuff out of your hair." Magnus said, running his fingers through it. He stopped at the tip, making a face at the black substance staining his fingers. Gaol giggled and intertwined their fingers.
Ahh I love writing them as kids, I have so much free range on them like that. (5/30/12)