Title: Curtain Call
Author: Zebbie
Characters: Jester, Poltergeist
Warnings: Terribly fragmented writing and faaar too many adjectives to be considered healthy
Rating: PG
Summary: Life is his play, and he doesn't remember this ever being in the script (Jester's response to the passing of Poltergeist)
clickeh to read moar :3
Usually, he grins. Sharp, sly-like a cat, and twice as heartless. Stretching from ear to pointed ear, emanating all of sin and sneak.
Tonight, he allows himself that one weakness. A sad little smile, for the one he had seen live and so recently come to fall with such style, such grace.
Usually, he laughs. A hyena’s hair-prick cackle-fingernails upon chalkboard, yet oddly melodic in its discord.
Tonight, he is silent. No trademark laughter, no typical delight-not even a mischievous little giggle from the trickster as he wanders the forest upon this most black of nights.
Usually, he acts. Prancing gaits, exaggerated mannerisms, choreographed movements of the most natural finesse-a living performance.
Tonight, he carries himself with somewhat lessened character, charisma noticeably reduced as fine points of practiced hooves meet with favour-blanketed ground.
Poppies, bluebells, roses-all manner of tributes litter the forest floor here, bathed in dappled moonlight. The earth is still warm from recent company, damp with the salt of uncountable eyes. With a soft, unreadable hum, the joker lowers his slender, swanlike neck, nestling a snapdragon fit for a Fauvist among the mountain of offerings. Bouncing about animatedly, the bloom sits proudly, looking almost as though it were smiling from its pretty perch on the pile.
Vibrant. Violet. Petals splayed out in designer which-way, like a shining, misshapen star.
Even in his sorrow, the trickster was elegant. As he straightened, those slim, powerful legs were poised in a dancer’s arrangement, point-toe precision where he stood. Neck arched elegantly, long-lashed lids shielded toxic green as liquid welled and brimmed before spilling, a single tear rolling the length of an eye-rimming point and further downwards still, with nothing short of scripted perfection.
The glistening tear spattered as it collided with the ground, reflecting the still-glowing twin novae overhead a thousand times over in each fragmented droplet. Observed with contemplative artistic appreciation, all so thoroughly theatrical.
“Quite the performance you have staged before us all, now...”
His tone is thoughtful, lacking its usual mock. Diminished, worn-so very unlike the familiar. He stands there a while in complete silence, no words, no movements, the most dramatic of pauses-followed, in pure theatre fashion, by the most histrionic of actions.
Bells jingling merrily, he tossed his head back abruptly, ears pricking forwards and brush-like tail whipping about in enthusiastic agitation.
“My my, haven’t you done me quite proud~!”
Laughter echoed in the clearing as the trickster beat pointed hooves upon the ground showily, sharp eyes directed towards those novae above.
“Whilst the show undoubtedly must go on, an act like yours will certainly never go overlooked.” His bow was deep, an actor’s respect. “Such the star you have undoubtedly become, my dear ♥”
He felt it more than merely a little appropriate. Like a shimmering sheet of falling glitter, the deer was covered with a blinding drape of shine that left him the colour of nightfall, deep midnight navy dousing his pelt. Each of those too-alive eye patterns along his sides became bordered with golden points-his actual eyes, too. Tail wisps were tipped with gilt, and both of those long, thread-line antlers were tipped with the chocolate clubs of a butterfly’s antennae.
The most beautiful of costumes, a tattooed tribute for his fallen costar.
He knew it would not be the last there would be of her, especially with fresh blood with origins of such talent alive and well. And so, with the air of farewelling a good friend with the prospect of a soon-to-be meeting, he turned upon his heel with a swift and showy rear. “Until I next have the pleasure...”
Head cocked back, eyes mirroring platinum specks above, Jester gave a little chuckle, usual swagger intact, all teeth and grins as he purred the last note of his requiem.
“Poltergeist~ ♥”
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[aaand this is why zebbie doesn't write angst *giggles* ♥ i am TERRIBLE at writing this kind of stuff-at least, when i'm trying to make a character who acts all the time actually show some kind of real emotion which he usually wouldn't, but i felt should seeing as it's POLT and she's AWESOME and because both jester and i adore her-nuuuuu, polttyyyy~~! D: D: D: *moar grabby hands* ♥
sososooo, yes-basically, jester's response to her death. whilst he himself is very much shocked and saddened at polt's passing, the theatrical part of him absolutely adores what a poetic and perfectly artistic end she had, so he has appreciation for both. aaand yanno, if you see jester wearing the nightfall pelt in game (once i manage to get it cast on me-i've only had it cast on me in ze forest once, EVER *giggles* so it could take a while~) you'll know what it's all about. this took me abooout half an hour, and i apologize that it doesn't flow all that well-like i said, quite difficult to get my head around writing jester in this situation~! :P
and of course, i couldn't post this up without another round of applause for mimi and her absolutely glorious event-this was magnificent, and i feel truly honoured to have been, and had jester be, a part of polt's faaabulous story, tee hee~! :3 ♥ and of course, a big salute to ravenflight and all the others who helped her put it together-that last post was truly incredible, so yanno, *VIRTUAL ROUND OF APPLAUSE AND SALUTINGNESS HEEEERE* ♥♥♥
eee, thankies so much for reading, guize~! :3 aaand now i have to go and get onto those log replies because i am SO behind *giggles* :B]
Loved it! All of the
I thought this was wonderful.
I thought it was nicely
And I forgot what else I wanted to say. x.x;
Stop dissing your skills,
I love how you describe things in your writings, it's like you're painting a picture in my head, and can see what you right almost perfectly.
The images this time were so beautiful...
Seeing this side of Jester is really fascinating too.. <3
Mmmm <33333333333
Lovely to read- don't doubt
@ Amafluff: Naaw, thankies so
@ Kaooridoodle: Zomgoosh Kaoori, thankies so muchly, truly~! ♥ I'm so glad you liked it, and wowzah I haven't gotten to chat to you in AAAGES D: I hope that life is treating you as well as you deserve it to, eee~! :3
@ Pazface: Eee, thankyew so much, Paz~! ♥ It's really wonderful to hear that you thought it was nicely written-truly, thankies~! :D How have you been, by the way~? :3 I feel like I haven't gotten to chat to you in forever!
And *giggles* nicely done thar, tee hee~! :D ♥ Lovin' your icon btw. Or lack of icon. Whichever you'd rather call it~ :3
@ Veenis: GAWDS I am so going to keep on naming you that *giggles* Me so matuuure. But naaaw, you know your comments always make me feel lovely-plus yanno, if I diss my writing I'll get attacked by angry emotes so *giggles* ♥ But wowzah, hearing that the way I write paints a picture in your head like that is seriously just... aoisdufou ♥♥♥ That's a huge compliment for me, thankiessss sososoo much Lottiemuffin, tee hee~! :3 And naw, wai thankyew, I'm so glad-and gawds, it's a side I never thought I'd have to delve into! *giggles* Sooo gonna throw something at Mis for this~ ♥
Mreeew :3 ♥ *rubs against* Imma kitty!
@ Rhybread: I would so eat Rhybread *giggles* But aaaaw, thankyew so muchly, Rhy-I'm so happy to hear you thought it was a lovely read, honestly! ♥ Andandand EEEEP *GIGGLES AND HIDES IN THE AMAZING SHELTER THAT IS HER PILLOW FORT* OKIES OKIES I'LL BE GOOOOD~~~ ♥♥♥ :D
Gosh Jester
What can I Say Your arts are
Your arts are writing.
Because this is just BEAUTIFUL!
I'm good. And thanks. X3 It
Rhybread? Thats new... but
Would you like some Zebbread and some Jesterjam? <3
*throws squirrel at*
nom nom nom nom teehee :3