MPC48B The Four-Leaf Clover (COMPLETE!)
Mar 10, 2018 23:42:45 GMT
Post by Tink on Mar 10, 2018 23:42:45 GMT
MPC Name:
The Four-Leaf Clover
MPC Number:
48B
Reward Requested: Posts
The downpour of rain came out of nowhere just to spite Tink and ruin her day. "Why, sky," she cries, disheartened and disheveled. "Why are you doing this to me?" Her clothing was soaked, her hair was drenched and clinging to her face, and her spirits were just drowned out. Lightning strikes and thunder cracks cause her nerves to be jumpy. With how hard the rain was, she couldn't even use her wet wings to fly! She had to walk on her own two feet. Well, at least the raindrops hid and washed away her tears, even if they were what was causing them in the first place. "I guess I... I better start walking and maybe find shelter from this terrible storm," she sighs.
The tiny fairy spins around in a circle as if dancing in the rain, until she unsteadily comes to a sudden stop with her right arm out. "I'll gooo.... this way!" She begins soggily slogging in the direction she pointed, hoping to find somewhere warm and dry to protect her from the rain. It doesn't take long, however, before a nasty, hateful, mean-spirited rock decides to trip her, causing her to fall face-first into the grass. Now even the rain wasn't enough to hide her tears.
"Thi-this day ca-can't get any wo-worse," Tink whines between sobs, barely able to speak. She raises her head slightly, and spots a horrible terrible no-good plant in front of her - a four-leaf clover mocking her, taunting her. "H-how... how could I find a lucky plant as lucky when everything is going so wrong? The w-world is m-making fun of me! Hmph!" With a huff, she pulls the clover out, then is sent flying as a crackle of lighting paired with a crash of thunder nearly vaporizes her. "HOW IS THAT LUCKY!?" She then noted the darkness and the weight on top of her.
"Wha... what are youuu.... doing... gettoffamee...." The poor Tinkermon is sandwiched between a digimon and the cold hard ground, still clutching the four-leaf clover. The digimon stands up and removes himself from her, staring at her with concern - or so it seems, but it is hard to tell with his covered eyes. "I'm sorry," the digimon replies sincerely and softly, "I did not mean to hurt you. You were almost struck by lightning and I meant only to protect you."
As she finally slowly stands up, eyes blurry from rain and tears, her eyes begin to focus and she finally notices who her guardian angel is. She is then thunderstruck, but not from the storm. The digimon that saved her... is the most gorgeous Angemon she had ever seen! His lean, yet muscular body had protected her from the lightning strike and would continue to guard her as she could snuggle up to him without worry. His soft, beautiful wings would allow them to dance among the clouds together. His smile melts her heart every time he looks at her. And if she could see his eyes, she was sure they would be the most amazing eyes she had ever seen, that would only be for her. At least, that's what she daydreams while staring at him, blushing brighly.
The Angemon gently prods Tink with a finger. "Are... are you okay," he asks softly and calmly, yet with obvious worry. The action snaps her out of her fantasy. "H-huh? I... I'm..."
"I must have hurt you more than I thought. I don't know... will you be fine on your own? Maybe I should take you back with me to make sure you recover quickly, perhaps? "
"But I don't ne-" Tinkermon started, then realized the situation. Her eyes shined as she quivered her lip and clung to the Angemon. "Owww... I-I'm so scared and hurt and wet... thank you for helping me... I don't know if I'll be okay all by my lonesome..."
"There, there, I got you now, little fairy. I'll make sure you have a nice warm meal and dry shelter and an expedited recovery. What is your name, by the way?"
"T-Tink..." Perhaps there was something to this lucky clover after all. She clutches it closely as the Angemon lifts her to his shoulder, then holds his hand over her head to block some of the rain. He starts walking with her nuzzling up to his neck, then pauses. Was this bothering him? Did he find out she was a virus attribute digimon and was against them? Why did he stop?
"Look." This was more an invitation than a command, as he points towards a patch of sand. She soon saw why he was pointing it out as a sparkle catches her eye. A bolt of lightning must have hit it earlier, as a beautiful crystal in the shape of a lightning bolt sat in the middle. "A souvenir for your trouble, my dear," the Angemon commented, slowly bending down to pick it up as to not jostle Tinkermon from her shoulder seat. It feels to Tink like she was zapped by lightning. A jewel as a gift of their meeting? How romantic!
Due to once again getting lost in a daydream, she did not realize they had not only started moving, but had arrived at the Angemon's cabin. Only once he places her down by the fireplace does she notice what has happened. "Is this... your home? It is very nice." In fact, it is very simple with very few decorations, and only the bare necessities such as a couch, a fireplace, and... two beds? Tink will have to ask him about that.
"Now... just relax and get dried off," the Angemon comments, giving her a washcloth that works as a towel for her. "I'll get supper started." Soon, Tink is nice and dry, and the smell of stew fills the air. Not her favorite food in normal circumstances, but after being caught in the rainstorm, nice hot filling stew is the best thing in this occasion. Angemon serves her up a cup of stew, and checks in on her every once in a while. Once the soup is gone and the shivers have lessened, Angemon returns and observes her closely. "W-what are you... why are you looking at me like that?" Her blushing returns full force as she makes doe-eyes at her gracious host. "I just want to make sure you are doing better. It looks like your wings need tending to."
"My wings? What do y-" Tink begins, then sighs and coos as pressure fills her wings yet tension leaves them simultaneously. She soon realizes that Angemon has taken his index finger and thumb on each hand and was gently massaging her wings. This... was nice. She could get used to this. Her entire being relaxes, the stress of the rainstorm fading into the background, the sounds of the falling drops and crackling fire becoming a soft melody.
"It looks like it will be raining for quite a bit, and you seem to be recovering quickly. Once it stops raining, will you be ready to leave?" The words coming out of Angemon's mouth were not registering. They did not matter. The wonderful digimon's voice and his soothing wing-rubs were more important than the words. "Mhm," Tink responds absently. "Good, good. I am glad to hear you will be okay. I think that-"
The door opens slowly, as another angel digimon enters. It was an Angewomon, her beauty and elegance stunning Tink almost as much as realizing that this must be the other tennant! Her long beautiful hair, majestic wings, and graceful figure being everything that Tink wants to - no, WILL - be when she digivolves. For a second she stares in admiration, then in horror and disappointment. This was probably Angemon's girlfriend! She was probably about to get mad at her cute boyfriend, and kick her out!
Instead, Angewomon smiles sweetly at the two of them. "Who's your pretty little friend," she asks teasingly to the Angemon.
"O-oh! You're home earlier than expected! That's great, I'd like you to meet my new friend Tink. She was caught in the storm and almost struck by lightning."
"How terrible! You always were generous, little brother." So they were siblings, not lovers. That must mean he is available! How lucky! But more important is what the Angewomon said earlier.
"You... think I'm pretty?" Tink's eyes sparkle as she realized the beautiful Angewomon complimented the poor little Tinkermon. Could they actually equal each other in prettiness? It seems Tink has a new idol, someone to look up to and someday become as great as. "Yes, you are gorgeous... well, except for your hair." The starstruck look turns into a pouty frown, heart stung. "What about my hair? My hair is-" a slightly wet, still unruly mess from the rain. "I'm sure your hair is normally glamorous, but the storm has done a number to you. I can help. I think I still have my brush from when I was little."
She leaves the room, coming back moments later with a brush that was just slightly too big for Tink. It soon did not matter, as her cares were quickly brushed away by Angewomon. Slow smooth strokes through her long hair relaxed her and made her even more beautiful than she already was. No more wet unmanageable mess, no more stress from everything that happened during the first part of the day, just a couple of angels pampering and caring for her. One a cute guy who was obviously madly in love with him, and the other his sister, surely soon to become her own big sister.
Her hands relax, as something green falls out and floats into the fire. She barely notices or cares, only the back of her mind registering that it was her four-leaf clover. It quickly turns to ash in the fire... and the rain stops.
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The Four-Leaf Clover
MPC Number:
48B
Reward Requested: Posts
The downpour of rain came out of nowhere just to spite Tink and ruin her day. "Why, sky," she cries, disheartened and disheveled. "Why are you doing this to me?" Her clothing was soaked, her hair was drenched and clinging to her face, and her spirits were just drowned out. Lightning strikes and thunder cracks cause her nerves to be jumpy. With how hard the rain was, she couldn't even use her wet wings to fly! She had to walk on her own two feet. Well, at least the raindrops hid and washed away her tears, even if they were what was causing them in the first place. "I guess I... I better start walking and maybe find shelter from this terrible storm," she sighs.
The tiny fairy spins around in a circle as if dancing in the rain, until she unsteadily comes to a sudden stop with her right arm out. "I'll gooo.... this way!" She begins soggily slogging in the direction she pointed, hoping to find somewhere warm and dry to protect her from the rain. It doesn't take long, however, before a nasty, hateful, mean-spirited rock decides to trip her, causing her to fall face-first into the grass. Now even the rain wasn't enough to hide her tears.
"Thi-this day ca-can't get any wo-worse," Tink whines between sobs, barely able to speak. She raises her head slightly, and spots a horrible terrible no-good plant in front of her - a four-leaf clover mocking her, taunting her. "H-how... how could I find a lucky plant as lucky when everything is going so wrong? The w-world is m-making fun of me! Hmph!" With a huff, she pulls the clover out, then is sent flying as a crackle of lighting paired with a crash of thunder nearly vaporizes her. "HOW IS THAT LUCKY!?" She then noted the darkness and the weight on top of her.
"Wha... what are youuu.... doing... gettoffamee...." The poor Tinkermon is sandwiched between a digimon and the cold hard ground, still clutching the four-leaf clover. The digimon stands up and removes himself from her, staring at her with concern - or so it seems, but it is hard to tell with his covered eyes. "I'm sorry," the digimon replies sincerely and softly, "I did not mean to hurt you. You were almost struck by lightning and I meant only to protect you."
As she finally slowly stands up, eyes blurry from rain and tears, her eyes begin to focus and she finally notices who her guardian angel is. She is then thunderstruck, but not from the storm. The digimon that saved her... is the most gorgeous Angemon she had ever seen! His lean, yet muscular body had protected her from the lightning strike and would continue to guard her as she could snuggle up to him without worry. His soft, beautiful wings would allow them to dance among the clouds together. His smile melts her heart every time he looks at her. And if she could see his eyes, she was sure they would be the most amazing eyes she had ever seen, that would only be for her. At least, that's what she daydreams while staring at him, blushing brighly.
The Angemon gently prods Tink with a finger. "Are... are you okay," he asks softly and calmly, yet with obvious worry. The action snaps her out of her fantasy. "H-huh? I... I'm..."
"I must have hurt you more than I thought. I don't know... will you be fine on your own? Maybe I should take you back with me to make sure you recover quickly, perhaps? "
"But I don't ne-" Tinkermon started, then realized the situation. Her eyes shined as she quivered her lip and clung to the Angemon. "Owww... I-I'm so scared and hurt and wet... thank you for helping me... I don't know if I'll be okay all by my lonesome..."
"There, there, I got you now, little fairy. I'll make sure you have a nice warm meal and dry shelter and an expedited recovery. What is your name, by the way?"
"T-Tink..." Perhaps there was something to this lucky clover after all. She clutches it closely as the Angemon lifts her to his shoulder, then holds his hand over her head to block some of the rain. He starts walking with her nuzzling up to his neck, then pauses. Was this bothering him? Did he find out she was a virus attribute digimon and was against them? Why did he stop?
"Look." This was more an invitation than a command, as he points towards a patch of sand. She soon saw why he was pointing it out as a sparkle catches her eye. A bolt of lightning must have hit it earlier, as a beautiful crystal in the shape of a lightning bolt sat in the middle. "A souvenir for your trouble, my dear," the Angemon commented, slowly bending down to pick it up as to not jostle Tinkermon from her shoulder seat. It feels to Tink like she was zapped by lightning. A jewel as a gift of their meeting? How romantic!
Due to once again getting lost in a daydream, she did not realize they had not only started moving, but had arrived at the Angemon's cabin. Only once he places her down by the fireplace does she notice what has happened. "Is this... your home? It is very nice." In fact, it is very simple with very few decorations, and only the bare necessities such as a couch, a fireplace, and... two beds? Tink will have to ask him about that.
"Now... just relax and get dried off," the Angemon comments, giving her a washcloth that works as a towel for her. "I'll get supper started." Soon, Tink is nice and dry, and the smell of stew fills the air. Not her favorite food in normal circumstances, but after being caught in the rainstorm, nice hot filling stew is the best thing in this occasion. Angemon serves her up a cup of stew, and checks in on her every once in a while. Once the soup is gone and the shivers have lessened, Angemon returns and observes her closely. "W-what are you... why are you looking at me like that?" Her blushing returns full force as she makes doe-eyes at her gracious host. "I just want to make sure you are doing better. It looks like your wings need tending to."
"My wings? What do y-" Tink begins, then sighs and coos as pressure fills her wings yet tension leaves them simultaneously. She soon realizes that Angemon has taken his index finger and thumb on each hand and was gently massaging her wings. This... was nice. She could get used to this. Her entire being relaxes, the stress of the rainstorm fading into the background, the sounds of the falling drops and crackling fire becoming a soft melody.
"It looks like it will be raining for quite a bit, and you seem to be recovering quickly. Once it stops raining, will you be ready to leave?" The words coming out of Angemon's mouth were not registering. They did not matter. The wonderful digimon's voice and his soothing wing-rubs were more important than the words. "Mhm," Tink responds absently. "Good, good. I am glad to hear you will be okay. I think that-"
The door opens slowly, as another angel digimon enters. It was an Angewomon, her beauty and elegance stunning Tink almost as much as realizing that this must be the other tennant! Her long beautiful hair, majestic wings, and graceful figure being everything that Tink wants to - no, WILL - be when she digivolves. For a second she stares in admiration, then in horror and disappointment. This was probably Angemon's girlfriend! She was probably about to get mad at her cute boyfriend, and kick her out!
Instead, Angewomon smiles sweetly at the two of them. "Who's your pretty little friend," she asks teasingly to the Angemon.
"O-oh! You're home earlier than expected! That's great, I'd like you to meet my new friend Tink. She was caught in the storm and almost struck by lightning."
"How terrible! You always were generous, little brother." So they were siblings, not lovers. That must mean he is available! How lucky! But more important is what the Angewomon said earlier.
"You... think I'm pretty?" Tink's eyes sparkle as she realized the beautiful Angewomon complimented the poor little Tinkermon. Could they actually equal each other in prettiness? It seems Tink has a new idol, someone to look up to and someday become as great as. "Yes, you are gorgeous... well, except for your hair." The starstruck look turns into a pouty frown, heart stung. "What about my hair? My hair is-" a slightly wet, still unruly mess from the rain. "I'm sure your hair is normally glamorous, but the storm has done a number to you. I can help. I think I still have my brush from when I was little."
She leaves the room, coming back moments later with a brush that was just slightly too big for Tink. It soon did not matter, as her cares were quickly brushed away by Angewomon. Slow smooth strokes through her long hair relaxed her and made her even more beautiful than she already was. No more wet unmanageable mess, no more stress from everything that happened during the first part of the day, just a couple of angels pampering and caring for her. One a cute guy who was obviously madly in love with him, and the other his sister, surely soon to become her own big sister.
Her hands relax, as something green falls out and floats into the fire. She barely notices or cares, only the back of her mind registering that it was her four-leaf clover. It quickly turns to ash in the fire... and the rain stops.
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