Title: The Overture
Author: Zebbie
Characters: Jester, Random Fireflies
Warnings: Terribly lame humour and mini hearts ♥
Rating: PG
Extra Note: This was written in about 20 minutes, just as a way to practice writing Jester in the third-person. This began as something I was going to make into a serious kind of thing, but then gradually descended into the realms of random-and then Lottie made me post it 
I really didn't have much inspiration, and the part involving Mittens in all his wonderfully lame glory only came about because I saw something about a cat called Mittens on TV and couldn't stop thinking about the name *giggles* And thus, the randomness in this drabble was born~! Generally something I didn't put all that much effort into, just a little practice exercise seeing as I haven't written in a very long time, or written as Jester at all :3 Alright fine, this was just an excuse to write the word Mittens. MITTEEEENNNSSSS ♥
Summary: Life is his play, and he's merely the star of his show~
Clickeh to experience the magic of mittens :3
Life is his play. The leaf-strewn floor is his stage, the light-dappling canopy his curtains, and the fellow deer his cast who have difficulty remembering lines and cues, who just can’t keep their heels from their toes. And himself?
He’s merely the star of his show.
Like a butterfly-soaked Cheshire. He’s often in the treetops, fanged grins glowing in half-moons from the shadows cast by wind-crooked branches, ears pricked for the next juicy delicacy that may float his way, watching his dancers caught in their endless festivities beneath narrowed eyes bathed in darkened dual outlines, like misshapen stars.
Tonight it’s a moonlit matinee, the show-stopper stepping from his perch to wander the theatre below. He’ll write the script as he goes. A saunter past amateurs with a hypnotic sway of corset-thin hips, the devil’s own smile slicked across bowed lips, light dancing upon sleek pelt to daub it black-blue-pink-blonde. Point-rimmed pools spy strobes not far ahead, flitting about in throngs above purple velvet, and to him, the spotlight is always calling.
“Quite the little show you’re treating us to here now, yes yes~?” He’s in the very heart of the patch of living light now, the smirk in his voice just as tangible as the one plastered upon his face.
Continuing with his monologue, the trickster paced light circles of balanced dramatic grace about the patch of violet buds as he spoke. “The light that shines twice as bright burns half as long, they do say-but I must wonder... Do you? ♥”
“You act as if you are one to talk, here, stranger.”
If Jester found it odd that a talking firefly was now hovering a few inches above his nose, then he certainly didn’t show it. Rather, his decadent grin widened, rows of too-pointed teeth glinting gaudily at the tiny creature as the deer drew to a halt with point-toe precision.
“The show must go on, and as I am sure you’d agree, a quick game can certainly be a good one.” Thick dusty lashes lowly fluttered almost as much as the glowing insect’s wings, the performer’s mannerisms dripping with his usual theatrics. ”Why squander a life upon time, when you may have the time of your life~?”
A nod from the creature proceeded Jester’s words with a pause to follow, before the firefly gave a reply. “I can’t say that I’ve seen you around here before. Do you have a name, stranger?”
A hyena cackle rang from the stag as he gave a flighty little pirouette before cocking his head back elegantly over his shoulder at the creature. “You may call me Jester~” It might be useful for when you go down to Hell sometime, heavily-lidded poison orbs added. “And yourself?”
“We fireflies don’t have names. We know each other by the shade and colour of our glow.”
The snort from the deer couldn’t have possibly been any more histrionic. A toss of his spike-crowned head, a sharp kick of his front hoof against the playhouse floor, a swift whip of his tassel-tipped tail against the crisp night air. Playwright-perfect, like a well-choreographed recital.
“How very inane~! We can’t have this, now. What if I were to call you...” A thoughtful purse of lips and sleekly furrowing of brow later, the trickster shot the firefly a sly grin. “Dominique?”
The little creature had a flicker of annoyance pass his features at the other’s words. “Our lack of name is a part of our species’ traditions, so I apologize, but no.”
“Oh, I do see...” Sing-songing, mock concern steeped in sugar. “Then perhaps ‘Marcus’ is a little more to your liking~?”
A disgruntled sigh. “Sorry, but no.”
“Antoine?”
“I already said-“
“James?”
“I’d really rather you didn’t-“
“Cecil?”
“No!”
“Tinkerbell~?”
“I’m not a fairy, nor am I a girl!”
“Bruce?”
“Most definitely not!”
Jester was wearing the smile of the cat that just gotten the extremely plump canary, and the glint in his eyes was nothing short of impish. Dangerous, the deer donning a low, taunting drawl as the final suggestion rolled from pointed tongue.
“...Mittens~? ♥”
The firefly would certainly not be recognizable by its others now-radiating a furious red, the little insect huffed indignantly before beating tiny legs and wings madly against any part of Jester it could get to. Shrill cackles echoing in the clearing, the trickster allowed the firefly to burn itself out, its glow dulling considerably as the creature tired from its efforts. With a cheery swish of his tail, Jester turned to face the insect, dipping his head low enough to allow it to see him blow it a showy little kiss.
“As much fun as we are undoubtedly having here, I’m afraid that I must sadly take my leave-no rest for the wicked, after all~!” Tossing his head jovially, spikes bouncing wildly, the stag turned upon his heels with a bouncy little prance. “But certainly, it was an absolute pleasure meeting you...”
A dramatic pause, before a grin dripping with a demon’s hospitality flashed insolently back at the poor little creature.
“...Mittens ♥”
And before the tiny creature’s angry squeak had barely squeezed between puffed cheeks, Jester was off, gait nimble and slender legs held impressively high, laughter ringing from the rafters and with theatres more left to explore.
MITTENSSSSSSSS You already
You already know what i think about this - absolutely awesome, lovely. <333
MITTTEENNNSSSSS :D Daaaw,
Daaaw, thankies so very much again, Lottiedearest-you already know what I think of you and your lovely comments and support, absolutely fabulous and wonderful, tee hee~! ♥ Thankies again mah printer mastah! :3
Eeehee I enjoyed reading this
Eeee, I'm so glad that you
MITTTEEEENS 8D Oh gosh *giggles* I so feel sorry for poor Mittens too-but hey, he turned down Tinkerbell ;D Honestly Seele, thankies so very much-I'm so happy you think he's awesome, and gosh I adore receiving comments from you, you're always so friendly and awesome! ♥ Thankies so much agaaaain, eeee~! :3
I really like your writing
Also, nice alliteration up in the 3rd paragraph-it sounds almost melodic.
*was grinning at the end* x3 Poor, poor firefly.
This is such a good writing
MITTENS nice name for a firefly.
Mittens poor poor thing.
but this is an awesome piece I just loved it.
@ ocean: Oooohmygosh,
Poooor poor Mittens-but hey, I'm sure Jester could have come up with far worse names, he should feel grateful! *giggles* Thankies a bunch for this lovely comment and feedback ocean, and for the read-I truly appreciate it, eeee~!
@ tanyak: Wowzah tan, thankyou so very much!
MITTTEEEENS ♥ *Giggles* Oh gosh, poor thing indeed-but well, Mittens does have a kind of ring to it, so maybe its not too bad~?
It did show. ^^ I think it's
Rhyming is fun (I just completely fail at it, unfortunately)! x3
Oh yay. Those are always fun. |D
Yes, Mittens is not so bad. xDD
Well, thanks for writing it. ^^ Will you write more? (I really have to meet Jester. |D)
Very nice. I will admit I
I feel bad for the poor mitten firefly. x)
@ ocean: Aaaw I'm so glad it
Rhyming is so much fun-and gosh I do too, I always come up with a word then realize it's not actually a real word *giggles* And oh yey indeed, they so are, and I agree, Mittens could be worse! :3
And daaaw, I'm so glad you enjoyed it, thankies so much again for reading! ♥ I really should write more, and I'd love to write more too-at the moment I'm busy with a few things to do with organizing university and such (hence the ridiculously late reply to this comment, my apologies! D:), but after that I shall have to get into it I think and see what I can do! :3 (And zomgossssh I really have to meet some of your lovely characters too-I'll be in the forest more after next week, so I'll hafta look out for your pictos!
@ Alecsander: Aaaw, thankyou so very much Alec!
Oh gosh, as do I *giggles* Mittens is such a trooper! Thankies so much again for reading and for the lovely comment, eee! :3