Bound for trouble from the start
I've been walking through this old world in the dark
The invitation had been whispered in the Meadow and he had no intention of going. What was the point? Parties were joyful, he wouldn’t belong. Didn’t really know anybody either to go with. In the distance he can hear the soft thrumming of a beat, the sound of a tell tale party in action. With a defeated sigh he heads in it’s direction, planning to watch from afar for lack of anything else to do.
When the lights begin to shine brighter between twig and branch, before he can walk inside, a fairy stops him in his tracks. ”Now now, can’t have you being a party pooper.” She giggles before grabbing his disfigured face and putting a cup of liquid to his lips. Before he can refuse, it’s slid down his throat and she’s gone leaving only laughter in her wake. It wasn’t half bad, whatever it is. Slightly confused, he steps inside.
The fairy lights twinkle above him, the music is bumping. He’s handed a solo cup (where did they even find those?) by another fairy and takes it in his hand… Hand? Hold up. There’s a mirror next to a photo booth and he quickly looks at this new Ledger. His not a half bad looking 16 year old kid. A little unkempt, wearing a used dark band t shirt of some kind and ragged jeans. The patch over his eye makes him look like a pirate, a little silly. But his white blond hair falls over it ever so emo like and he admits he doesn’t look half bad as a human.
Now he notices that there’s not a single horse in sight. They have all been converted. And he has no idea who may be who. Interesting. What would these fairies think of next. Not much for the huge crowd on the dance floor, he leans his back against the wall and simply observes. Taking a sip from his cup every now and then. The awkwardness creeps along the wallflower and soon he finds himself looking away. ”This is lame..” He mutters to himself.
When he looks up, there’s a pretty girl before him. She smiles shyly then grabs his hand and pulls him towards the dancing. The music is softer, romantic. Her arms are around his neck and he doesn’t even know how this has happened but she smells like flowers. He closes his eyes and buries his face in her soft hair. Before he knows it, the song is over. She pulls slightly from his embrace, gives him a hard look before leaving a soft kiss on the cheek below his patch. She’s suddenly pulling away, her hand leaving his. ”Wait!” He says, seeing her figure swallowed by the other partygoers. ”I don’t even know your name...”
The fairies are giggling softly but not unkindly. As he leaves the party, he returns to normal and he’s left wondering… Who was she?
Ledger
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