Post by kacematthews on Nov 11, 2024 18:46:41 GMT -6
Paizlee was excited, she was going to see just how much WolfBoi as she had renamed him, sparkled. She loved sparkles, anything that resembled glitter really - it has an innate ability to make almost anything more beautiful - and that was pretty much how she lived, trying to see the beauty in everything.
As she made her way towards his room, she hummed away to herself, that same almost familiar sound she always hummed. Dressed in a pair of baby blue flared pants, a cropped baby blue top with feather trim and a matching cowboy hat. The soles of her boots had little stars that lit up as she skipped, a walking disco.
When she finally reached his room she knocked on the door with the same little melody she had been humming and waited, looking around for any ghosts that may be hiding near-by.
Razor heard the knock. A familiar melody wrapped in the knock pattern. He looked up from his gear, which he was meticulously checking over for any imperfections. Razor was methodical like that; everything had to be perfect. But the upbeat knock was a contrast to his serious nature.
He opened the door to see Paizlee standing there in her sparkling, feather-trimmed ensemble, a walking embodiment of joy and color. It was as if the universe had put a walking disco right outside his door.
“You’re hard to miss, Paizlee,” he said, holding back a small grin. Razor tilted his head slightly, his eyes catching the light beneath his now-golden mask, a symbol of his recent victory and his new title as the Gold Star champion. “Guess I do sparkle now, don’t I?” he remarked with a hint of pride. “Gold suits me, right? You wanted to see the WolfBoi sparkle? Well, here it is.”
She grinned easily, happy was her standard, thanks to some enhancements Gian had ok’d before she’d joined the academy. Which made the gold of his mask pop all the more, leaning in she pressed a finger to it and tapped his mask, just the once.
“It’s like… waaaaay better than the other one.” Her eyes lit up with amusement as her brain clicked over that he used her nickname for him. “Gonna add a sparkly new, not hitting on my friends moms, personality to go with it?” If anyone else put that to him it might sound rude or judgmental, but the way she said it was just conversational.
Her eyes looked past him to his room, which was the polar opposite of her own. Everything was meticulously organised and in its place. She leaned back again to look Razor in the ‘face’ before shaking her head.
“My dude, we need to get you loosened up, like now.”
Razor let out a low chuckle, the sound muffled slightly by his mask. Her lighthearted poke at his past blunder didn’t phase him. She had a way of saying things that took the edge off, even when she was pointing out his flaws.
“Hey, I’ll have you know this mask is strictly for battle,” he replied, his eyes narrowing with mock seriousness as she tapped the gold surface. “And as for ‘not hitting on friends’ moms’… let’s just say I’m saving all the charm for in-ring moments now.”
He glanced over her shoulder toward the chaotic energy radiating from her own colorful presence, a stark contrast to the order of his neatly arranged space. Razor shook his head, feeling a smirk pulling at his lips.
“Loosened up? You’ve seen me in the ring, right? I’m as loose as they come when it matters,” he replied, crossing his arms. “But you’re welcome to try. Good luck! You’re going up against the most focused man in the Academy.”
“Oh, ohhhh is that a challenge?!” She didn’t wait for him to reply, her hand on his arm and she tugged him along with her, running down the halls and out into the parking lot where it was raining.
Fat raindrops hammering down to the tarmac and beginning to quickly soak the pair as they burst through the doors and outside, the cool air filling her lungs as she span around in the rain, still dragging Razor with her as she did, finally coming to a stop with the rain pouring down on them. She grinned.
“You can’t take all of life so serious!” She threw her hands out as she practically shouted her words over the loud rain, tilting her head back to let the rain wash over her face. Bringing her gaze back to him she smiled.
“Don’t you ever wanna just let go? Take all that bundled up emotion and feelings and just let it all out?! Nobody can hold it all forever or you’ll blow up like a blueberry and POP!”
Razor tried to dig his heels in, but Paizlee’s grip and her determination were relentless. Before he knew it, he was being dragged down the hallway, through the doors, and into the parking lot, the rain pouring down on them both. He stood there, water dripping from the edges of his mask and leather jacket, watching as Paizlee spun around, arms wide open, embracing the storm with pure, uninhibited joy.
Her laughter and words seemed to echo over the rain, cutting through his usual guarded mindset. He watched her for a moment, his initial instinct to resist softening as her energy pulled him in. She looked back at him, eyes gleaming, practically daring him to break out of his stoic shell.
“Let go?” he repeated, barely audible over the rain, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I don’t know if I even remember how.” But as he said it, he could feel something inside him shift. The weight he carried, the pressure to be perfect, even the mask… suddenly, it all felt a little less heavy.
With a sudden burst of impulsiveness, Razor threw his hands up and let out a loud, primal shout, the sound swallowed by the rain. He could feel the tension rolling off him as he did it, the rush of adrenaline mixing with the cool rain. He looked at Paizlee, laughing despite himself, feeling lighter than he had in ages.
“Alright, maybe you’ve got a point,” he admitted, shaking his head, his voice softer now. “But if I turn into a blueberry, I’m blaming you.”
She threw her arms around him on delight, a jumping up and down hug as she yelled and cheered in celebration.
“I promise to juice you if you’re a blueberry.” She held up some kind of scouts honor hand gesture that wasn’t quite right.
When she finally stopped jumping she ran both hands over her face, glitter and eyeliner had become streaks up and down her cheeks thanks to the rain but it was obvious she didn’t care. This time when she looked at him, her heart swelled with pride at his willingness to let go and try. More than try, he looked lighter, she could feel that steeled focus had shifted and he was finally able to breathe.
“Didn’t that feel so freakin’ good? Just letting it go and screaming at the sky?! She doesn’t mind! Especially when there’s a storm, she’s screaming and we’re screaming too!” Throwing her arms out and her head back again she welcomed the rain pouring down on them both with a scream, more of a howl, of her own.
After a few more spins and hops about in the rain she stopped in front of him once more, her breathing was excited and heavy, her movements keeping her warm even in the late autumn storm as she met his eyes again, her gaze soft and full of kindness.
“See? Sometimes you just gotta get loose. It all feels so much lighter when you can dance it off.”
Razor didn’t have time to brace himself before Paizlee threw her arms around him, bouncing up and down with a contagious enthusiasm that made him laugh despite himself. Her happiness was magnetic, and he found himself hugging her back, still chuckling as she made that scout’s honor gesture with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
As she pulled away, her makeup now a vibrant mess of glitter and eyeliner streaked by the rain, Razor couldn’t help but admire her even more. She was pure chaos wrapped in kindness. A storm all her own, and yet completely at peace with it. That’s what he realized he’d been missing: the ability to embrace the unpredictable, to let go without a plan or purpose.
And in that moment, he felt a pang of something familiar, something almost forgotten. This energy, this freedom? It reminded him of the man he used to be. Before the mask. Before he became “Razor Wolf,” back when he was just [redacted], someone who laughed a little louder, felt a little deeper, and wasn’t afraid to let the world in. He’d buried that part of himself, told himself it was necessary to focus, to be strong. But here, in the rain with Paizlee, it didn’t feel like a weakness. It felt like… a piece of himself he’d been missing.
“Yeah, it felt… amazing,” he admitted, shaking his head as if he couldn’t quite believe he was saying it. “I guess sometimes you really do just need to scream it out with the sky.”
He watched as she threw her head back again, her own joyful howl joining the roar of the rain. Her energy was wild and free, uninhibited, and somehow he felt like a little bit of that freedom had seeped into him. When she stopped spinning, breathing hard and grinning up at him, Razor felt a warmth spreading in his chest, something he hadn’t allowed himself to feel in a long time.
“You’re right,” he said, his voice softer, steady now. “Maybe I’ve been holding on too tight. Maybe there’s more to this than just keeping everything under control.” He lifted a hand to tap the side of his golden mask. “Even this doesn’t have to mean locking everything in.”
He gave her a small, grateful smile, the rain still pouring down around them. “Thank you, Paizlee. For reminding me that sometimes… sometimes you just gotta dance it off.”
As she made her way towards his room, she hummed away to herself, that same almost familiar sound she always hummed. Dressed in a pair of baby blue flared pants, a cropped baby blue top with feather trim and a matching cowboy hat. The soles of her boots had little stars that lit up as she skipped, a walking disco.
When she finally reached his room she knocked on the door with the same little melody she had been humming and waited, looking around for any ghosts that may be hiding near-by.
Razor heard the knock. A familiar melody wrapped in the knock pattern. He looked up from his gear, which he was meticulously checking over for any imperfections. Razor was methodical like that; everything had to be perfect. But the upbeat knock was a contrast to his serious nature.
He opened the door to see Paizlee standing there in her sparkling, feather-trimmed ensemble, a walking embodiment of joy and color. It was as if the universe had put a walking disco right outside his door.
“You’re hard to miss, Paizlee,” he said, holding back a small grin. Razor tilted his head slightly, his eyes catching the light beneath his now-golden mask, a symbol of his recent victory and his new title as the Gold Star champion. “Guess I do sparkle now, don’t I?” he remarked with a hint of pride. “Gold suits me, right? You wanted to see the WolfBoi sparkle? Well, here it is.”
She grinned easily, happy was her standard, thanks to some enhancements Gian had ok’d before she’d joined the academy. Which made the gold of his mask pop all the more, leaning in she pressed a finger to it and tapped his mask, just the once.
“It’s like… waaaaay better than the other one.” Her eyes lit up with amusement as her brain clicked over that he used her nickname for him. “Gonna add a sparkly new, not hitting on my friends moms, personality to go with it?” If anyone else put that to him it might sound rude or judgmental, but the way she said it was just conversational.
Her eyes looked past him to his room, which was the polar opposite of her own. Everything was meticulously organised and in its place. She leaned back again to look Razor in the ‘face’ before shaking her head.
“My dude, we need to get you loosened up, like now.”
Razor let out a low chuckle, the sound muffled slightly by his mask. Her lighthearted poke at his past blunder didn’t phase him. She had a way of saying things that took the edge off, even when she was pointing out his flaws.
“Hey, I’ll have you know this mask is strictly for battle,” he replied, his eyes narrowing with mock seriousness as she tapped the gold surface. “And as for ‘not hitting on friends’ moms’… let’s just say I’m saving all the charm for in-ring moments now.”
He glanced over her shoulder toward the chaotic energy radiating from her own colorful presence, a stark contrast to the order of his neatly arranged space. Razor shook his head, feeling a smirk pulling at his lips.
“Loosened up? You’ve seen me in the ring, right? I’m as loose as they come when it matters,” he replied, crossing his arms. “But you’re welcome to try. Good luck! You’re going up against the most focused man in the Academy.”
“Oh, ohhhh is that a challenge?!” She didn’t wait for him to reply, her hand on his arm and she tugged him along with her, running down the halls and out into the parking lot where it was raining.
Fat raindrops hammering down to the tarmac and beginning to quickly soak the pair as they burst through the doors and outside, the cool air filling her lungs as she span around in the rain, still dragging Razor with her as she did, finally coming to a stop with the rain pouring down on them. She grinned.
“You can’t take all of life so serious!” She threw her hands out as she practically shouted her words over the loud rain, tilting her head back to let the rain wash over her face. Bringing her gaze back to him she smiled.
“Don’t you ever wanna just let go? Take all that bundled up emotion and feelings and just let it all out?! Nobody can hold it all forever or you’ll blow up like a blueberry and POP!”
Razor tried to dig his heels in, but Paizlee’s grip and her determination were relentless. Before he knew it, he was being dragged down the hallway, through the doors, and into the parking lot, the rain pouring down on them both. He stood there, water dripping from the edges of his mask and leather jacket, watching as Paizlee spun around, arms wide open, embracing the storm with pure, uninhibited joy.
Her laughter and words seemed to echo over the rain, cutting through his usual guarded mindset. He watched her for a moment, his initial instinct to resist softening as her energy pulled him in. She looked back at him, eyes gleaming, practically daring him to break out of his stoic shell.
“Let go?” he repeated, barely audible over the rain, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I don’t know if I even remember how.” But as he said it, he could feel something inside him shift. The weight he carried, the pressure to be perfect, even the mask… suddenly, it all felt a little less heavy.
With a sudden burst of impulsiveness, Razor threw his hands up and let out a loud, primal shout, the sound swallowed by the rain. He could feel the tension rolling off him as he did it, the rush of adrenaline mixing with the cool rain. He looked at Paizlee, laughing despite himself, feeling lighter than he had in ages.
“Alright, maybe you’ve got a point,” he admitted, shaking his head, his voice softer now. “But if I turn into a blueberry, I’m blaming you.”
She threw her arms around him on delight, a jumping up and down hug as she yelled and cheered in celebration.
“I promise to juice you if you’re a blueberry.” She held up some kind of scouts honor hand gesture that wasn’t quite right.
When she finally stopped jumping she ran both hands over her face, glitter and eyeliner had become streaks up and down her cheeks thanks to the rain but it was obvious she didn’t care. This time when she looked at him, her heart swelled with pride at his willingness to let go and try. More than try, he looked lighter, she could feel that steeled focus had shifted and he was finally able to breathe.
“Didn’t that feel so freakin’ good? Just letting it go and screaming at the sky?! She doesn’t mind! Especially when there’s a storm, she’s screaming and we’re screaming too!” Throwing her arms out and her head back again she welcomed the rain pouring down on them both with a scream, more of a howl, of her own.
After a few more spins and hops about in the rain she stopped in front of him once more, her breathing was excited and heavy, her movements keeping her warm even in the late autumn storm as she met his eyes again, her gaze soft and full of kindness.
“See? Sometimes you just gotta get loose. It all feels so much lighter when you can dance it off.”
Razor didn’t have time to brace himself before Paizlee threw her arms around him, bouncing up and down with a contagious enthusiasm that made him laugh despite himself. Her happiness was magnetic, and he found himself hugging her back, still chuckling as she made that scout’s honor gesture with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
As she pulled away, her makeup now a vibrant mess of glitter and eyeliner streaked by the rain, Razor couldn’t help but admire her even more. She was pure chaos wrapped in kindness. A storm all her own, and yet completely at peace with it. That’s what he realized he’d been missing: the ability to embrace the unpredictable, to let go without a plan or purpose.
And in that moment, he felt a pang of something familiar, something almost forgotten. This energy, this freedom? It reminded him of the man he used to be. Before the mask. Before he became “Razor Wolf,” back when he was just [redacted], someone who laughed a little louder, felt a little deeper, and wasn’t afraid to let the world in. He’d buried that part of himself, told himself it was necessary to focus, to be strong. But here, in the rain with Paizlee, it didn’t feel like a weakness. It felt like… a piece of himself he’d been missing.
“Yeah, it felt… amazing,” he admitted, shaking his head as if he couldn’t quite believe he was saying it. “I guess sometimes you really do just need to scream it out with the sky.”
He watched as she threw her head back again, her own joyful howl joining the roar of the rain. Her energy was wild and free, uninhibited, and somehow he felt like a little bit of that freedom had seeped into him. When she stopped spinning, breathing hard and grinning up at him, Razor felt a warmth spreading in his chest, something he hadn’t allowed himself to feel in a long time.
“You’re right,” he said, his voice softer, steady now. “Maybe I’ve been holding on too tight. Maybe there’s more to this than just keeping everything under control.” He lifted a hand to tap the side of his golden mask. “Even this doesn’t have to mean locking everything in.”
He gave her a small, grateful smile, the rain still pouring down around them. “Thank you, Paizlee. For reminding me that sometimes… sometimes you just gotta dance it off.”