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miscellaneous_sectionChapter Title: Oddly Wise of You
Author's Name: OverthinkingMind
Warnings: "Choose Not to Use"
Fandom: Visionaries: Knights of the Magical Light
Characters: Cindarr, Lexor
Ratings: Not Rated
Pairings: N/A
Word Count: 838
Collection Summary: A small collection of ficlets dedicated to the Darkling Lords. Be it character explorations, leisurely moments, or battles; these are their tales on Prysmos.
Chapter Summary: After the events of the Darkling Lords' latest scheme, Cravex tries to forget about it and instead reminisces about the first time he met Mortdred. Was it him, or are things different now?
Author's Note: Inspired by Thinking by swordznsorcery.
A missing scene after episode nine, "Horn of Unicorn, Claw of Dragon".
End of Chapter Notes: Happy early New Year's Eve, everybody!
Well, this is the final chapter for the ficlet collection and for 2021. I thought I could write twelve chapters but I cut it short by a hair. I want to thank you guys for taking the time to read these short stories, despite my irregular uploading schedule. (If you could call it a schedule.)
I still have a soft spot for the Darkling Lords and I'm not going to write about these guys anytime soon. It's just that my attention has been diverted to film noir retro-futurism mecha anime, and the e-mail guy. I have no idea how I got to these points.
Anyway, I needed a break from Visionaries and I think I might rewatch some episodes in the future.
Within the dark and cold halls of Castle Darkstorm, lies the warmest room of the quiet estate. In the far corner of the kitchen was Cindarr standing over the fireplace, feeding and poking the burning wood. The chicken soup was simmering in the well-worn cauldron, chunks of meat and vegetables floating by in the yellow broth as he stirred.
Cindarr examined the half-full pot, and took one more taste of his midnight meal and smiled. ‘Perfect.’
He went over to the counter where he had his bowl and spoon sitting. As he reached for them, he heard a low creak coming from the kitchen’s doors. Cindarr went over to investigate the source of the sound and stopped at the base of the stairs. There was Lexor wrapped in a blanket, covering his mouth as he coughed.
The young lord cleared his throat. “Cindarr, what are you doing here?”
“Making soup, was hungry so I couldn’t sleep,” answered Cindarr, walking up to meet Lexor. “What about you?”
Lexor adjusted in his blanket, sneezing in it. “Same thing.”
The eldest lord helped the youngest descend down the cold steps into the kitchen; the light and warmth of the fireplace was welcoming as ever.
Cindarr lead Lexor to a wooden stool and chuckled, “I didn’t think that doing an ounce of good woulda make ya sick.”
Lexor huffed as he slowly sat down. Cindarr went back for the bowl and spoon to ladled out some of the soup. He handed the warm dish over to Lexor.
“You go on ahead, I wasn’t expecting anyone else coming in,” he said and searched for another set for himself.
Lexor examined the contents before giving it a taste. He gave it a second glance and continued to eat. He didn’t pay any attention to Cindarr settling down with his portion.
Cindarr started chowing down and stated, “What a week.”
Lexor looked up from his meal and mumbled, “Hm? Oh, yes, it has.”
Cindarr continued to eat and was left surprised by how fast Lexor wolfed his down. ‘I thought my appetite was bad.’
“That hungry?”
Lexor nodded, his fingers tapping on the curves of the bowl. He covered his face as he sneezed and said, “Between you and me, this whole week has been horrible.” Lexor shivered and continued, “Magical plagues, that blasted unicorn’s horn quest, and now I come down with a non-magical cold.”
He stopped himself and sighed, “Better than the alternative, I suppose.”
Cindarr was slurping up the last of the broth and nodded. “It wasn’t fun for anyone, Lexor.”
“Who said it was?” Lexor stopped himself before he got lost in another tangent. “Whatever, you did all of the work and I was hating every minute of it.”
Cindarr poured another serving for himself and sat back down with a grin, trying to hold back a laugh.
“What’s so funny?” Lexor raised an eyebrow.
Cindarr failed at keeping back his laughter. “Sorry, I was just thinking how the wood nymphs were stopping us from getting the horn. But I understand why, though.”
Lexor shot him a look and exclaimed, “It was not funny!” He coughed, “Did you also think me pleading to you to toss Arzon out was funny?”
The elderly knight stopped and looked Lexor straight in the eye. “Lexor, you being fearful for yourself wasn’t funny. But I couldn’t do what you wanted because he and the others needed our help. Plus, he and that blonde guy, um, Witterquick, got the dragon’s claw for the spell.
“And another thing, Lexor.” he added, “The world is harsh enough, and I don’t wanna add anymore to it.”
Cindarr went back to eating. Lexor, on the other hand, had to ponder for a minute. His thoughts were interrupted by Cindarr’s question. “Want another bowl?”
“Hm? Um, sure.” Lexor handed it to him.
He ladled in some more but the young man only stared at it, letting the heat warm his hands. Cindarr commented, “Besides, you’re still young. You got a lot ahead of ya.”
‘Sometimes, I wonder if I really do,’ thought Lexor as he ate a couple of spoonfuls, but found himself lost in thought.
Cindarr was in the same boat as him. He never quite knew what was going on with Lexor, and he didn’t want to pry anything out of him. Besides, Lexor is an adult and he can make his own decisions. Well, sort of if the anxiety didn’t kick in. Cindarr could only help him with so much.
His thoughts were halted when a question escaped from Lexor. “Why? After this and all my past complaints and actions, do you still hang around with me?”
“Because I thought you needed a friend,” Cindarr replied, finishing off his second serving. “And maybe hearing a ‘no’ now-and-then.”
Lexor couldn’t help but let a horsed giggle out and continued on his second bowl. Cindarr smiled as he got up for his third. He noticed the fire was dying down and tossed in one more plank of wood for the night.