Prompt fic
This is in answer to a prompt by amedia:
"How about DG/Glitch - established relationship - shoes with magical power?"
Title: Clicking Heels
Genre: Romance, Humour, General
Rating: G
Notes: I don't think this is what you were gunning for. Went a little of the rails, unfortunantly (I only wrote it today!).
Clicking Heels
He paced, and paced, and paced.
It seemed the only task his mind could be put to with any success.
Glitch wandered about his abode within the pearly walls of the Finaquan Palace; restored to it's former glory, surrounded by the pristine waters that made it so surreal.
His room, however, did not retain the meticulously mystical air it held when he had first been introduced to it. It was now perpetually scattered with an array of objects, foods and various tools he had been given to tinker with.
Always half.
Half an apple pie on his bedside table, sitting with alluring aroma upon piles of half-written stories that slipped to the floor when the window was opened half-way.
There were wonderfully half-completed sketches and paintings tucked away in the nooks and corners of his room, though their presence was all due to DG, and their in-completion was most certainly a fault on both of their parts.
They became distracted.
Much like the partial tasks his glitches had foiled, he could not begin to hazard a guess at how long he and DG had been an item, nor why she would have accepted his affections in the first place.
It must have been a while; he was becoming comfortable holding her hand outside the confines of the boudoir, or the leafy brush of the winding maze. Calm when she would raid his drawers and wardrobe for some pants she could slip into, simultaneously shedding her responsibilities and airs she presented to important strangers.
Alas, he would still blush, stammer, glitch and start the cycle all over again when the princess left detailed, private drawings that he would quickly stash away when he came to his senses.
Another vice of his torn apart mind.
Though even if he were a full-brained viewer, he highly doubted he could have foreseen his lover falling atop him from the ceiling out of thin air, as if by magic.
Two knocked heads later and they had raised themselves into what could be arguably called a sitting position. They had yet to master the mechanics of each others limbs; though they were trying.
Attempting to find an explanation for DG's sudden materialisation, the only difference he could ascertain was a pair of blood red heels that shimmered and sparkled with pronounced bewitchery against her dark denims; ancient and unsettling. More so for the inexplicably tiny scuffs on the inner heels.
A questioning look, a quirk of the eyebrow and DG knew he was taxing his brain to it's limits, which she was more than responsible for these days.
A smile was all she offered when she spoke.
“I'm home”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And that's it, short and terribly fluffy.
Yes, this is in direct reference to the original film. Basically, DG did the heel clicking bit and the shoes took her to her true home; that home being Glitch. I think I'm dying from my own sickeningly sweet implications, guh.
I was planning to write this from DG's perspective, with how she found the shoes and new how to use them, but it wasn't working. So yeah.
Comments make me write more :D
"How about DG/Glitch - established relationship - shoes with magical power?"
Title: Clicking Heels
Genre: Romance, Humour, General
Rating: G
Notes: I don't think this is what you were gunning for. Went a little of the rails, unfortunantly (I only wrote it today!).
Clicking Heels
He paced, and paced, and paced.
It seemed the only task his mind could be put to with any success.
Glitch wandered about his abode within the pearly walls of the Finaquan Palace; restored to it's former glory, surrounded by the pristine waters that made it so surreal.
His room, however, did not retain the meticulously mystical air it held when he had first been introduced to it. It was now perpetually scattered with an array of objects, foods and various tools he had been given to tinker with.
Always half.
Half an apple pie on his bedside table, sitting with alluring aroma upon piles of half-written stories that slipped to the floor when the window was opened half-way.
There were wonderfully half-completed sketches and paintings tucked away in the nooks and corners of his room, though their presence was all due to DG, and their in-completion was most certainly a fault on both of their parts.
They became distracted.
Much like the partial tasks his glitches had foiled, he could not begin to hazard a guess at how long he and DG had been an item, nor why she would have accepted his affections in the first place.
It must have been a while; he was becoming comfortable holding her hand outside the confines of the boudoir, or the leafy brush of the winding maze. Calm when she would raid his drawers and wardrobe for some pants she could slip into, simultaneously shedding her responsibilities and airs she presented to important strangers.
Alas, he would still blush, stammer, glitch and start the cycle all over again when the princess left detailed, private drawings that he would quickly stash away when he came to his senses.
Another vice of his torn apart mind.
Though even if he were a full-brained viewer, he highly doubted he could have foreseen his lover falling atop him from the ceiling out of thin air, as if by magic.
Two knocked heads later and they had raised themselves into what could be arguably called a sitting position. They had yet to master the mechanics of each others limbs; though they were trying.
Attempting to find an explanation for DG's sudden materialisation, the only difference he could ascertain was a pair of blood red heels that shimmered and sparkled with pronounced bewitchery against her dark denims; ancient and unsettling. More so for the inexplicably tiny scuffs on the inner heels.
A questioning look, a quirk of the eyebrow and DG knew he was taxing his brain to it's limits, which she was more than responsible for these days.
A smile was all she offered when she spoke.
“I'm home”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And that's it, short and terribly fluffy.
Yes, this is in direct reference to the original film. Basically, DG did the heel clicking bit and the shoes took her to her true home; that home being Glitch. I think I'm dying from my own sickeningly sweet implications, guh.
I was planning to write this from DG's perspective, with how she found the shoes and new how to use them, but it wasn't working. So yeah.
Comments make me write more :D