MAGE: Drabbles Set 1-4

Sweets are like medicine. It helps you feel happy and drowns down the pain of any mishaps and injury. This must be why kids like sweets a lot, childhood is a process of mistakes and accidents where the feeling can be easily remedied by sugar. Pomelo knew all too well about this and she happily accepted the sweets the adults would give. She also knew that sweets can't cure everything. Regardless, she spent a good long time eating a lot of sweets back then in that room...she ate for two.

Ouch! The girl exclaimed as she pricked her finger on the needle of her rose brooch. A trickle of blood slowly forming a ruby colored bud as it streamed out. She sucked on her finger, absorbing back the rust tasting liquid. There! All back where you belong. She was then reminded of some friends who get worried over such a silly thing. Blood wasn't something she isn't used to. It did not make her squeamish at all since it is something natural and we all have it. But the thought...the thought of how fragile people are over their dependence on it haunts her a bit. 

People often choose a default face and atmosphere when they're in public. It is usually how they want to present themselves to others and how they wish to be remembered. Upon arriving to this world Pomelo had nothing to begin with. No memories, no past and no impression. Except for the name she was given and tidbits of her personality, her entire being was completely wiped clean. She fiddles with the brooch that she felt had an importance where she finds a desert spoon latched on the pin. She stares at the tiny utensil staring at her warped reflection looking back at her. The image making her laugh, a feeling she likes and an expression that feels right to her. Upon hearing the sound of a stranger approaching, she hides her spoon and greets them "Good day friend, I'm Pomelo!"
...she smiles....

The petals on her brooch shone bright at the glow of the moonlight. The waters and skies were pitch black. Only her rose reminded her of how blue the world could be when daylight hits.
Darkness isolated while the moonlight accented the rose's presence, leaving the girl in deep thought. The details are a bit blurry but she was sure that this brooch was given to her by someone she truly loved. There was a strong drive in her to do something but she can't quite remember what. Bathed in the blue, she let the flickering lights guide her to sleep.

The infirmary in this town seems to be packed with the hustle and bustle of nurses attending to kids. Some seem to be badly wounded than most. The ward wasn't a bad place to be regardless of the atmosphere. On the contrary, for the girl, it felt like home. The sound of running nurses and the wheels of a gurney being reeled in surround Pomelo, for a brief moment she saw a trail of people in white pass by like a bunch of masked ghosts and disappear into the hallway. 

There is a twinkle in my eyes you see. They are clear and sparkle like the lights in the sky. Ever glowing, ever beaming. These windows to the soul, my eyes shine vivid with glee. It shows my unwavering joys, my dreams, my child like wonder, my innocents and everything that should make up me. A facade of the present, the truth of the past, still lingering and holding on as it blinds me from the current.  
They are like starlight, those things far from the past, they shine bright. Hiding the dead star behind the light. 

Staring at their reflection from outside the convenience store,the green haired boy takes a deep breath and prepares himself to confront the teenage red head. He quietly peeks in only to find out that the man he was hoping to meet was no where to be seen. Relieved, he decides to look around the store, admiring the already stacked rows of merchandise that was absent on his first visit. It was a waste though, Pomelo practiced for days her transformation and how intimidating and serious she wanted to portray herself only to have picked a wrong time to pass by. He then sat beside the window, passing the time and practicing his speech to whatever he plans on telling the teenager. Muttering to himself in the empty store alone with no one but a red head kid by the counter that looked a bit younger then him.

The world was cold but the atmosphere was warm. She had just met the older girl and yet she already felt quite attached to the lady already. She grew fond of her with every moment they shared. The lady didn't talk much if at all and yet they were both able to exchange lengthy conversations with each other. Pomelo's eyes shone vivid as the Lady taught her things she didn't know about the world and herself. It was then that she learned how to use her abilities- which didn't impress her as much but realizing she can switch genders was pretty entertaining. Especially when she quite fancied her alter form. 

She wanted his help but the older boy did nothing but mention the word "hooker". She has never encountered the word before but she understood the bword "hook" and relating it to fishing, she questioned why the man kept denying he was a fisherman. All the girl ever wanted was to assist his aid as a guide. To add insult to injury the man even had the audacity to question how sugary sweet she was. Of course she won't have any of it. It was high time someone called the manager on this boy. May justice be swift!

The embrace of the cold mist envelops the girl as she sat by the lake next to a kind stranger. She was lost and sought the company of another as a reprieve from her predicament. The air was thick and musty at that time. The mood of the place didn't help her current disposition at all. She was upset but not enough to break her smiling expression. The rain started to fall, it was cold, it was dark, it made her hair cover her eyes and she was thankful for it.