3.18|Teddy bears and their plastic dolls

 

3.18|Teddy bears and their plastic dolls

 

Mercy was in a dark dungeon, lit up by streaming bands of golden light silk. Theo flipped through the pages of his alchemetic tome and cut his hand, slowly drawing runes on the  bands with his blood. Fully naked and with burnt stubs where her beautiful wings were, Mercy tried her hardest not to fidget as her father gently tightened the silk. The material was shrouded around her bare breasts, her crotch, arms and legs, hoisting her tight enough upwards that she was hung above the ground with two arms tied towards the ceiling.

“This is going to tickle a little.”

He clapped his hands together along the final and, creating brilliant sparks of vivid cyan, cherry and emerald green. The energy burst into petal like particles and began to glide in the air, charging along the bands and electrocuting Mercy’s body. She could feel a rush of power swiftly shocking her tits and cunt, the vitality of the ritual restoring what had long since been lost. Her backside created patterns of feathers which restructured into the Wings that Anne had once burnt off, and all of the powers that both her lineage, Grahim and the Hex had afforded to came rushing in a mixture of vigor and strength. She could feel her muscles tensing up, perfect for throwing fists. The bands dissolved and Theo caught her as she fell. 

Her wings began to flap, widening her smile. Mercy slowly flew up in the air, tears welting up.

“I’m back..” The Seeress said.

She paused for a moment. “Wait I’m still, a teen?“

“Yeeeah, sorry about that. Couldn’t quite figure out a way to fix  your age.”

She sighed happily. “It’s okay.” Throwing her arms around him, she nearly tackled him over a set of candles. “Thanks dad.. even if the curse was kinda your thought to begin with.” He plucked a single feather from her backside.

“Tends to be my modus operandi.”

 

 

Within the far reaches of reality, a brother and a sister sip drinks at a cafe. The Waiter poured 4 pounds of pure sugar into each of their drinks and left with confusion. The land had been dry and dreary before, Anne taking her first easy shower in weeks. In her sleeveless collar her arms hung free in the spring air. Torayl put his pen and notes down, the fawn skull that made up his head eating a baguette.

    "And this is where the Minister's powers get interesting. See, a little girl was brought up with a mother who was sickly and depressed. The first signs of her magical powers manifested soon after she was able to run around her home without assistance. Her father died of a heart attack, and her mother died soon after. She was a very lonely girl, and her friends could do nothing for her. She eventually developed a case of schizophrenia and has been in an institution all this time, her magic blazing the asylum. Her mother's death would be the catalyst to her powers..."

Anne tapped the table. "Torayl." He paused. "That's a very fascinating story, but.." Her reddish brunette hair was swept by the wind. He felt guilty. "Oh, right sorry. Working on that."

"Mhm.." She stretched slightly.

"What happened to you and the Newheart Mage Guild?" He mumbled, the wind

blowing his words around him.

Anne shrugged. "We had a big meeting, and I wasn't in the mood. No one got hurt, it was pretty well-thought-out. But I won't be involved with them anymore." She looked around, seeing a waiter writing with as floating pen. "They could've been leader of that guild. They wanted a simple proof of my, intimacy..." She laughed.

"Don't accept virgins?"

"Like you're one to talk, Mr. Celibate deerman."

"I'm clean from my own volition and devotion to freedom from material desire. I don't really understand this, asexuality thing but you do you."

Anne tapped her fingers together, the black talons barely poking through, feeling as if she could still twiddle them like when she was a young girl. "It's really quite outlandish when you think about it. We traveled and tried for a full year to recover magic back to this year, save money, the endless research, put in the work.. and some, foxgod comes in here and brings it back in one stroke."

Her lips pouted in a snarl. Anne took a long sip.

She was frustrated. "She's all but forgotten the world. All we are to her is something she can use and manipulate. Just between us.." There was a look of mournful desperation to her words. "I miss Mercy."

"Really, even after everything that went on between you two?"

Anne nodded. "I know that you're probably still thinking about that time that I was rude to you, and I wanted to apologize for it. I was so stupid and selfish. Everything about me and Mercy's feud, our following, our competing religions, all our salty heat. I know that's why you still have a hard time speaking to me. I didn't want you to have to play a part in our, bullshit." Anne twirled her finger.

Torayl listened attentively. "You and Gercy Purse-y were more than a little heated at times. Did you know that she had a crush at me at one point? It was kind of cute. Flavorful.. not the most tasteful, but puppy love." He threw his arms back, taking in the city streets. "Maybe you were trying to avoid a confrontation with her. I'm sure she'll forgive you if you go talk to her."

"So you're saying... Mercy's out there, somewhere?"

Torayl nodded, and tapped her nails again. "She's a very powerful magic user. You were pretty bleak to her, but my intuition is rarely wrong. She's definitely alive. Maybe one day she'll remember what our childhood meant to her."

Anne swirled her spoon over her overly-sugar filled drink. Her eyes shined with hope and sorrow.

Torayl stood. "I'm going to go find her."

"Oh." Anne raised her hand to keep him from leaving. "Hey.."

He sighed. "I hope to see you again, Anne. In the meantime, take care." She smiled. "Where do you think you're going?" She ran behind him and shook his back. "I'm coming with you! Bro! Wait up!"