Warm Up | 20 - A Good Lesson In Love
#22 of Daily Warm Ups
I wrote this for a guy I love and here's to hoping he loves it too!
Title is a referrence to Bastille's song 'Good Lesson'. I listen to it quite a lot and it inspires another Warm Up story that I feel like I shoddily did. I'll improve upon that.
The first paragraph are lyrics from the song, around the part I enjoy the most. This is also what lead to the 4,200th word that I wrote in one day.
Warm Up | 20 - A Good Lesson In Love
"The weaker you made me, the stronger I felt," Ricky sings, "The higher you built me, the further I fell." He continues, "You were always stronger than I was. Oh you were always stronger than I was. Cuz I got a good lesson in love." The song doesn't end there but his attention is called for presently.
"Wicky," Rev glomps him from behind, nuzzling the back of his neck. He is a gray fox that Ricky's been seeing lately. Very energetic, very sweet, and also very silly.
Ricky blushes and giggles, "Hun, that tickles." The tension of the lyrics fade, disappearing into the gray fox showing him some love. Good love, sweet love. Calming, despite the erratic nature he often displays.
"What'cha up to?" He walks around and slithers himself into the dox's lap. Pointing upwards at the tree they are under, "There's an apple there."
Ricky looks up. Red, crisp-looking, and juicy to eat. "So there is." He glances back down to his partner who's smiling with kit eyes. "Do you want me to get it for you?"
"Pwease," he lifts himself upright real quick to plant a smooch on his nose. "WIth the magic?"
"Alright," Ricky chuckles. And wonders how to utilize magic to get such a measly object. Can be simple, like making a portal right next to the fruit. Or maybe something more moderate like using telekinesis, or disassembling it from the tree and reassembling it at the palm of his hand, wowing Rev in the process. Or maybe he can turn the tree to a bunch of apples, but the apple into a tree bark. Or he can go the fun way and stretch his hand outwards but it might give him ideas.
Which way, which way, "Hmmmm." Ricky is in thought. So many possibilities. So many spectacles. And he now has an idea. "I got it."
"What is it?" Meat spins himself around, rubbing his fur against his lap.
He finds it funny how someone far stronger, taller, and agile in a physical sense can be this fluffy and silly. Regardless, here's how he will do it; "Apple." With the literal word coming out of his mouth.
"Oooooh!" Rev reaches out to touch it. Very moist, silky, but stuck in place in front of Ricky's mouth. "How does this get the apple?"
"Here," Ricky says, this time the word changes itself to just that once again with the same consistency. To show what he can do with it, he looks up towards the apple and say, "Fetch the apple!" A much longer sentence as it transforms itself into a lasso and grabs onto the apple. Tugs it off its branch and the point on the exclamation is where the apple is. Floating mid air.
Rev holds it in his hand trying to grab it but it refuses to budge. "How strong is this thing?" He wonders out loud, clinging onto it for so long that his back is off the ground when Ricky scoots to the side letting him hang on. "Trippy."
"Careful," the word changes, and it morphs into a line that sets Rev down easily. Though he is giddy and giggling a lot at the awesome display of such arcane. The fruit itself is the comma once it transforms back to 'Careful,' again.
"That is so cool!" Rev stands up and swipes his hand through the letters, leaving ink stains on his fingertips. "Aw man."
"Offer apple." Ricky says, the terms 'Offer apple' transform into an arm where the period has been the apple gets offered to the fox.
"Thank you," Rev accepts, and pounces onto his magical dox and smooches his nose once more. "Smoochies!"
"Kissies," Ricky says, the words float around the gray fox and kiss his cheeks.