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Loose Ends 2(Luke)
What happens next?
The smell of booze was disgusting.
Luke crinkled his nose up as he wandered closer to the mayor's hut, trying to ignore the way the other elves were eyeing it warily and no one was going in. No one in the small village had much of a fondness for the stuff.
Except of course, one particular man.
Luke felt his eye twitch as another round of bodacious laughter rang out of the house, scaring a few children. Noisy old man, couldn't he do something more progressive? Like bake or something?
He gritted his teeth, remembering that cute little thing called 'patience' before he took a step closer to the most infamous hut in the village. He had been forced by his pushy mother to go see what was up with the man about two hours earlier, a fruit basket shoved in his hands.
Of course, Luke wasn't really one to listen to his mom. He lingered around the forest for said two hours, eating half the fruit basket before finally getting tired of listening to the mayor's hysterical laughter.
So here he was, glaring at the wooden door in front of him. He had half a mind to kick open the door and whack the mayor with the empty fruit basket.
He lingered near the doorway for a few more moments, idea becoming increasingly tempting.
"JUST OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!"
"Hey what--OW!" Luke dropped the fruit basket as a particularly spunky elven woman threw a rock at his head. A small child was crying into her hip, and she was glaring at Luke like it was his fault.
Muttering a few grumpy words about woman staying in the kitchen (and getting various more rocks thrown at his head) he pushed open the door, swinging the fruit basket carelessly.
The horrid stench of booze became even worse as Luke entered, and he stepped back a little, shocked by the sight in front of him.
Instead of a dark, pigsty of a place (what Luke had been expecting the Mayor had been living in, the place was sparkling clean. Everything was swept, the various pots and pans were all set up neatly, dried peppers were strung from the windowsills.
The only thing wrong was that damn scent.
Luke walked through the halls cautiously, feeling like he was in a muggle horror movie.
"Oi, uncle...where are you?" He called out, bare feet crunching against the scattered leaves inside the house.
Suddenly, the laughter stopped. Luke paused in the middle of the hallway, hovering awkwardly and wondering where to go.
"LUUUUUUKE DAHHHHHLING--"
Luke gave (a rather girly, ahem) shriek as something jumped him from behind, something fat and heavy. He dropped the fruit basket in his shock, and was about to scream again when he felt something like a badly-shaven cheek rub up against his.
"...Oi, uncle. Get the ******** off me." Luke replied coolly, coughing a little to hide his girly scream. The mayor giggled and dropped off Luke's back, and when Luke turned around the old man was rolling around on the floor.
"Lukey wookie nukey pookey!" The mayor cooed, bursting into a childish fit of giggles as he pointed at Luke with a conspiring finger. Luke felt his eye twitch as he watched the century-old man continue to roll on the floor.
What was that thing called, that thing Luke needed to have at moments like these? Patience? Something like that.
Luke lifted up his foot with a sigh. "This is going to hurt you more than it hurts me, uncle." He told the giggling man, right before he stomped on his groin mercilessly.
Yeah, Luke was an a*****e. No, he really didn't care what you thought.
"Now," He began, face still impassive as the mayor was whimpering in pain. "Why are you destroying the remains of your puny brain, uncle?"
"L-Luke...I-I think the females in our family are cursed." The mayor gasped out as soon as he was able to form words. The hell did Luke wear on his feet?! Heels?
Luke rose an eyebrow at the groveling man, pushing away the sudden image of his little sister that wormed it's way into his head at the old man's words. "How drunk are you, old man?" He instead coolly replied with, kicking away the bottle of alcohol that the mayor had dropped.
"No, I'm being truthful Lukey!" The old man pouted up at Luke, who's eye simply twitched at the stupid nickname.
"Really? Then prove it." Luke challenged, leaning against a wall and wondering how long this stupid trip was going to take.
"M-My Lilikins is..." The mayor's eyes glazed over for a moment at the sound of his own daughter's name, and Luke thought for a moment he saw tears in his eyes. Luke rolled his eyes, ignoring the small twang he felt as well.
That stupid cousin of his had left the forest for almost two years now, and she had only visited two or three times. Had the heartless b***h forgotten about her forest, or did she just hate her old man?
"Stupid? Selfish? Idiotic?" Luke filled in, watching the old man warily. The mayor shook his head, his eyes glazing over once more.
"Dead." He whispered hoarsely.
The hut fell silent as the mayor slowly sat up, burying his face in tanned, worn hands.
Luke had froze for a moment as a cruel de ja vu overtook his body. The small, bitter voice in his head whispered amusedly as he stood there, listening to the old man sob.
Well? You always knew it was going to happen. Nothing good comes out of an elf leaving their forest.
Luke opened his mouth to relay the horrid thought to that crumpled uncle of his, but he found himself choke them back. "How."
"Th-the *hic* bird knows."
 Siyaahi · Mon Apr 02, 2012 @ 06:39pm · 0 Comments |
