a monkey stole my juicebox
oooh, another 'ancient wander' fanfiction! i need more of these.
also, a probability manipulator wander. i kinda pegged his hat as such before, but i like this idea even better.
“Hey, Wander, where did you come from?” She finally asked.
He didn’t look at her. His eyes fell back down to the ground, a soft rustle as his hat shifted on his head.
Sylvia watched him, and she felt like it was a nail directly in her chest. She looked back up into the sky. “Sorry. Different question, where were you running around before we met?”
He looked up again, and slowly lifted his arm, pointed out into the sky. “Way out there.” He practically whispered. “They called me Tumbleweed.”
Sylvia looked down at him. “Before that?”
He hesitated, eyes tracing across the sky, before his arm shifted, pointing to a different section of the sky. “Over there. Called me the Walker.” Another pause, a light shift. “Starflower.” Another, just a bit downwards and to the left. “The South Wind.” Another, this one with a bit longer of a pause between. “Albatross.” Long moment, shifting so he could point almost directly upward now. “Hitchhiker, but only for a little while.” Another movement, Sylvia blinking slightly now, amazed. “The Puck, and way back behind that, called me the Lost Soul.” He stopped, putting his hand down by his side. “Before that, it gets out of order a little. It was something like… the messenger child of the empty space.”
“Little wordy, don’t you think?” Sylvia muttered.
“It’s the best translation.” Wander murmured quietly. “There’s some places where I just didn’t have a name, between villains.”
also, a probability manipulator wander. i kinda pegged his hat as such before, but i like this idea even better.
“Hey, Wander, where did you come from?” She finally asked.
He didn’t look at her. His eyes fell back down to the ground, a soft rustle as his hat shifted on his head.
Sylvia watched him, and she felt like it was a nail directly in her chest. She looked back up into the sky. “Sorry. Different question, where were you running around before we met?”
He looked up again, and slowly lifted his arm, pointed out into the sky. “Way out there.” He practically whispered. “They called me Tumbleweed.”
Sylvia looked down at him. “Before that?”
He hesitated, eyes tracing across the sky, before his arm shifted, pointing to a different section of the sky. “Over there. Called me the Walker.” Another pause, a light shift. “Starflower.” Another, just a bit downwards and to the left. “The South Wind.” Another, this one with a bit longer of a pause between. “Albatross.” Long moment, shifting so he could point almost directly upward now. “Hitchhiker, but only for a little while.” Another movement, Sylvia blinking slightly now, amazed. “The Puck, and way back behind that, called me the Lost Soul.” He stopped, putting his hand down by his side. “Before that, it gets out of order a little. It was something like… the messenger child of the empty space.”
“Little wordy, don’t you think?” Sylvia muttered.
“It’s the best translation.” Wander murmured quietly. “There’s some places where I just didn’t have a name, between villains.”