(Art by something.trash made on Amino!)
(Also decided why not do 1st person for once. Enjoy, male readers)
Pluck..pluck...
That is what I did, getting flower by flower. I enjoyed this segment of life. To decide on your own what you did, and to do it simply.
I am a young adult and so were most of my friends. I had a life of joy when it came to enjoying what life had to offer.
I gathered up my flowers that were red and dazed yellow.
Personally, I find the world a gift if you made it seem that way. And for me, that worked out just fine. Planet Popstar is a rumbling place with fits, but if you have patience, it calms down like baby.
Just the right turn and there you go!
I settled the plucked flowers on a little friend of mine named Pumpkin. A long-haired tabby feline who enjoyed nothing more than the spot of the garden watching bees sway and the sun grizzle against the horizon.
"Pumpkin!" I called, tapping my leg as I entered home. She did not follow, oddly. Which is rare, but when she did there always was a vague reason.
Closing the door, I enjoyed doing my job at home. It was no issue, but much to my dismay, others found the idea of work as "slavery". And to my grand disappointment, it was always said by people who only liked me for my different sexuality. Oddly as well they said work was only meant for the patriarchy--- whatever that is. And that people like "me" should not work. Which is off, every person able to work should help their community no matter sexuality or gender alone.
Either way, I did my work: making different beats from my instrument, the piano. After it was given to me by a dear friend of mine, Susie; who said it would be beneficial one day, I thought why not make it that way.
I soothed my didgets acorss the white and black keys. Many people in my area enjoyed the unique beats. So tomorrow, I would enter King Dedede's castle to play a new tune to be payed a generous amount that day. I was excited and determined, since it be likely everyone in my area would be there!
After awhile, I broke my sight from my keys and prepared some snacks for Pumpkin and myself. Looking outside to see if she was ready to return home, I saw a familiar face I was happy to be visited from. My partner that sang and danced. A gesture that specifically did not belond to any king but himself. His ball was not present with him, oddly; and today it seems he was going to catch some irritating person, (likely a kid) trying to take his hat.
I opened the door cooly, staring as the orange tabby attempted to bring him near the door before I went out.
We both met after a simple event.
"Heyyy-ooo, ____!"
Landing to the park where my feline tempted me to go...
That is where I met him...and I am glad I did.
"Ah, evening, Marx!" I ripped my frozen arms to twist them around Marx's awfully warm body.
"Hey hey hey ____!" He squeaked happily, my heart thumping immediately from his benevolent aura.
"Where you strolling around or something? Come on, I'll get you a snack"
He nodded simply, staring to the left slightly flustered from some being, my chill animal fluttered upon the ground with small pats inside the fitting home.
As Marx closed the door while peeking out a window beside it, he sat at the living room table that was connected to the kitchen quite closely.
"Want some water, little gesture?" I crackeled, rarely making such names, but liked to when it came to feeling warm under the rays of a quiet day.
"Oh, of course! And ah," he slimmed over, seeing the medium-sized portable piano on the edge of the table as he poked at it.
"What are you working on now? Maybe if I join ya on this project we can get more requests!"
I poured water in a cup layered with ice cubes as I turned, yawning afterwards.
"Oh, well, It's for the King! And since gestures have relation to the monarchy, maybe if I personally ask his majesty then you could join for everyone to see!"
I handed him his fresh drink, my adult cat sitting besides the determined multi-colored wearing human.
"Thanks!" He grinned as he flicked his bowtie, his pearly whites revealing active hygiene as I grabbed some crackers, candy, and fish treats for my lovable pet.
"Mhm! And really, after you befriended Kirby months ago, you surley would be considered pretty harmless to this area. I think everyone would like you! Since the fact you don't live in the town often"
My cat gazzed up to see my lover's reaction, pleased as Marx only possessed a timeless ear-to-ear smile.
"Yes! And, dear dear ____~, heaviest apologizes for my absense. You know of your silly boyfriend's antics time around! With Kirby and all, hehe~"
"Ah you're okay. Oh, Kirby, such a fearless warrior. He really is the best. Heh!"
"Yeah! But besides everything, let's catch up, ____!"
He smirked, placing his hand under his peach chin as his other swirled around the air with magical sparks that varied from purple to yellow.
"Oh, right, well!" I clapped my hands, eyeing his hand with the various snips of magic. I stood distracted for awhile, as his talents attracted my eyes, but I dismissed the phenomenon, breathing in.
"I wondered for a bit. You know I'm not the best in politics, but I was thinking about something that happened not too long ago."
I explained that at some point my parents would have to know. Now they atheists, yes, but mainly my father would be more skeptical Though not minding same-sex, he did not want that position for me.
"He said long ago that I was to get a wife or atleast a "female mate" for the fact my grandma is religious, and did not want to see the outcome of me being different.
Marx sat up, impatient, as his giddy nature always was, continuing to listen.
"I don't want to lie to my family, but I don't want to disappoint them either."
The light-skinned gesture gulped, as I saw, and got up.
"Hey, ___! It's fine, it is. You know why?"
At first did I fight the expectation that he would joke of my grandma not being here for long, but I only hummed, the volume vibrating dryly against my throat.
"Because, well...your grandma is nice, right? And loves you a lot, right?"
"Oh, yeah! Yeah."
"Well, I'm not the best with advice as wishing to Nova and destroying the universe is my profession, but I WILL say: look at your son. Do you think he would be just some sex-drived boy just for being gay? No. If not, then what's so bad about it?"
He chuckled, his body near mine and away from his seat.
I sat there, eyes neutral and looking wondrous.
He choked a bit, but stood, now neutral.
I looked at my lap, contemplating to speak or just stare towards my cat for an answer.
"Well," I swalled, gradually raising my head every millisecon with a flash of thought. "Yes, I-- I understand. I think I'll tell her that one day."
"See!" He beamed; that smile stole my heart as all other ones dis, and I could not help but halt the situation by clinging onto him as he stood, stuffing my face impatiently in his shoulder. It reminded me of grandma's views of homosexuality. Only lust, and having that thought, my heart left my ribs as I clung to Marx, my true hero.
I don't know why, but, really, without him...I...
I truly love, is that too much to ask without being seen as negative? I sniffled, gulping as silence peered across the room. I did not seek to understand anything besdies being aware of my small pal warmly sitting beside me as the person I hope to not let go of, returned the favor with a welcoming hug. It was not generic, nor too concerned, but just right.
As if, he understood my situation as though...
As though...
"L-life is too short to worry about judgment, ____"
....
"Remember that"
We stood...just hugging...
I'm so glad we did...
I could feel his heart somewhere beat so harshly against mine, but I was slightly pushed, discontinuing that feeling as he pointed to my piano openly.
"...hm...come on, let's play" I smiled as I brought him to the couch to practice, Pumpking looking to some invisible force, like some camera, and winking.