by Yoruen Jinryu 8th December 2020, 7:56 pm
Tor grinned in response to Lilith’s reaction, glad that she hadn’t just flung his hand away or shown any sort of rejection. He was pulled out of the building, back into the chilly winds that he had partially escaped a few minutes earlier. The momentary stinging of the winds on his face before he got accustomed to them brought him back to his senses, and the new Rune Knight private’s enthusiasm was finally kept in check. Gone was the idiotic fool who would look at Lilith with big doe eyes and a fawning grin, replaced by his normal confident self. He still looked at Lilith with adoration though. Those feelings weren’t gone, just in better control.
When he was offered eggnog, Tor was quick to react to it, with a scrunched-up nose.
“Nope. I like alcohol but not eggnog. The smell gets to me in a way I can’t describe,” Tor replied, looking around when they arrived at the festival. Despite the cold weather, the festive mood in the air seemed to have melted it all away, replaced by a sense of comfort from seeing everyone just crowding around to enjoy themselves and the company of their loved ones. Tor would smile wryly as he continued to look around. While he had long gotten over being an orphan, as he liked to believe, every once in a while he would be struck by pangs of longing for the warmth and love of a family. Especially when it came to the holiday seasons.
Having fallen into silence for a moment as he watched the families around him, Tor was fortunately pulled out of that hole when Lilith started the conversation.
“Everything’s okay so far. I’ve got a place to sleep, food, and a job to do. No sudden desire to go all heroic yet though,” Tor answered back with a grin, looking at the girl beside him and following her eyes to see what she was looking at. As they walked through the crowd, a voice suddenly approached them and the two of them turned around to look. The grin on Tor’s face grew when he heard the man call them a couple.
“Hah! Guessing? You are looking at the master of guessing games,” Tor boasted for no good reason, the maturity that he had shown earlier suddenly dropping another level. Turning towards the man, Tor had to ask. “So, which one can I take?”
“Feel free to choose any,” the man replied, quickly opening his arms to gesture at the pile of presents before quickly crossing them against his chest again. There was a mischievous glint in the man’s gaze as he smiled at them. Giving him a quick glance and then eyeing the pile of presents, Tor randomly picked out one of the nicely wrapped presents. He had chosen one in the shape of a rectangle. The wrapping paper was a dark shade of green with a varying pattern of pink hearts and a pair of arrows, pointing in opposite directions all over it.
Flipping it around in his hands, Tor began to hold it up to his right ear and then shake it gently to try and see if he could get any hints from it. However, the moment he shook it, a warmth began to spread from the present into his fingers and down his arm. Tor let out an exclamation of surprise as he dropped the present back into the pile, but the surge of warmth was still travelling throughout his entire body. Eyes wide, the young man moved back one step and looked down at his body. Nothing could have stopped his jaw from dropping.
“What the --?” Tor managed to utter before stopping midsentence. If he could see his own reflection in a mirror, he would realize that his eyes were slightly bigger and rounder than usual, with long lashes to boot. The large round eyes were opened wider than ever. His voice had became slightly more high pitched. And his toned pecs had been replaced by a rather buxom chest. Tor gave a quick glance at Lilith, making a mental comparison and was slightly disappointed to see that his was smaller.
But the man caught himself and gave himself a slap on his face. No, what the hell was he doing? Comparing chest sizes? He had just turned into a woman, for crying out loud.
And in the most vulgar of actions, Tor’s hand moved down to his nether parts, wildly searching for something. Another wave of thunder boomed in his mind, threatening to give him a heart attack, when he couldn’t grasp for anything.
“What the hell did you to me?” Tor shouted out as he slammed his hands on the table, giving the man a death glare.
[797 words]
[Total WC: 2619 / 4000]