[RE-WRITTEN IN A NEW BOOK] "May I have this dance?" || SkepHalo (Royal AU)

Chapter 3 - Falcons

Edited in 6/9/21

~Darryl POV~

I walk back to my station, tiptoeing so that I won't wake up anyone, as it's pretty late. I guess I got carried away, huh? Well, I don't mind staying up for Zak. I mean, I'd stay up anyways, but that's not the point.

The walls here are very thin, which I knew because of the whole talking-to-yourself habit. It was embarrassing back then, but the lad was very understanding. Everyone here is understanding. I guess the leaders, the one who decides to take in people, have good tastes, huh?

Although, not everyone can get along, they're still decent people even if they didn't mush together.

I slowly reached my room, which was oddly quiet. I peeked through my door and noticed Quackity and my other roommate, Puffy, awake. They weren't chatting, just in a comfortable silence.

I opened the door slightly more so I could fit and they notice me coming in and their faces light up as they see me. They stop whatever they were doing—which was drawing on a map that looks close to our kingdom, and making cardboard characters, and went ahead and hugged me. I melted into their soft embrace and hugged back.

They both returned to their previous activities. I just stayed in bed trying to get even a wink of sleep. I was lucky that they were both too focused on their own stuff to notice their friend tossing and turning.

After a while, I hear them both blow on their candles. I had my eyes closed, so what gave away the fact that they were sleeping was hearing both beds creek.

I inaudibly sighed, I forced myself to continue closing my eyes and stay still, as if I was a clay statue.

I slowly awaken, not realising that I have fallen asleep. Although, I can't remember how, I bet that I slept for just 3 hours. I feel someone pushing my shoulders back and fourth to try to get me to get up. I hear murmurs of different versions of:

"Wake up, wake up!"

"Heyyy.."

"Are you dead?"

And also,

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"

The loud screaming stops as I jolt awake. "Oh my goodness!" They both give a slightly amused chuckle for my reaction.

"Bad, you've been roommates with us for 3 months. You know us well enough to not think we'd wake you up like that." Puffy teased.

"Mmm.." I replied, not conscious enough to form words.

"And we got assigned our first mission!" Alex added on excitedly in his very high pitched voice. I smiled for him, knowing that he had waited for this moment ever since we met. He was so excited we couldn't understand what he was saying, so I looked over to Puffy as a way of asking for help.

"He said," Puffy put a hand on her hip. "they assigned us to go to the Nether in three weeks. They're just gonna teach us what to do in certain situations, some strategies on how to fight off the different mobs, they'll make us practice it, and they're also gonna give supplies like potions, weapons, and other stuff." She explained.

"You better get ready, trainings gonna start in about an hour. I got you food, its on your desk." She walked away with her thick hair swaying right and left, as she goes to the right side of the building to hang out to the bakery in the stations, and she closes the door.

Quackity walked out not longer, after saying his goodbyes.

I blinked my eyes in an attempt to wake myself up.

I didn't want to get coffee. Okay, that was a lie, but I knew that if I got it, I won't be able to stop myself from drinking an entire pool full of it.

I looked around, searching for something to distract myself.

I noticed a letter on my desk, I guessed that Quackity put it there. He always gets letters from his fiancés, my younger cousin, Sapnap, and Karl, and he brings my mail so I don't have to.

I immediately knew that Skeppy wrote that letter, seeing that it was tinted blue and had that distinct writing. It also had a blueberry sent coming from it, even if it was at least 1 feet away.

Dear Darryl,

I would like to inform you on how I deeply enjoyed last night. Hopefully, this doesn't weird you out or anything, but I think we're gonna be great friends. Now that I mention it, I don't know what we are. If you don't mind answering this, are we friends? Or was that hang-out a one-time thing? I sincerely apologise if I made you uncomfortable and would try to make it up to you if you're uncomfortable.

Love,
Skeppy

I notice how less formal his writing is, it seems like he's getting more comfortable. I smile at the thought. I grab my pen and ink and lay down a piece of paper for me to write,

Dear Skeppy,

I just wanted to tell you that you're my friend. Im sure we'll be great friends after some time. Also, you worry too much. I wasn't uncomfortable at all. A bit happy, in fact. What about you? How are you doing? Anyways, I gotta go, got some training stuff to do. Wish me luck!

-Darryl

I left the ink to dry up for a while.

(By this time, I noticed how I know nothing about writing and sending letters, having an army, or just writing in general writing.)

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After staring at the letter for a couple of minutes, I notice that I wasted time doing nothing. I put the letter next to me so that I can send it later when I go out. I take out my sketchbook and try to think of something to draw.

After a while, I haven't thought of anything, and I just drew some squiggly lines in the process. I go back to my go-to drawings for whenever I'm bored, falcons. Falcons are my favourite animals, I think they're cool. Do you know how fast they are? Really fast! I shake of my mental conversation with myself, and start to draw a rough sketch.

I look at it, and I'm gonna admit, I wouldn't be able to recognise what this is if I'm not me. Now that I think of it, why do most artist either really have good and clean sketches, or have sketches worst than a 5 year olds? (Take Lin Manuel-Miranda for example, have you heard his first drafts on Hamilton?) I clean up some of the mistakes and try to add more pressure on the pencil so it will leave a darker mark. I try to improve it and even add some small details, and I look at it.

Im honestly proud of myself. I gotta admit, it looks better than I expected. I don't know if its obvious, but I love myself just like how I love everyone. I know theres a big portion of people who don't like themselves, who try to shoot down any self appreciation, or people who talk down on themselves a lot. I feel sorry for them. It must be really hard for them, especially when you live like that everyday. I gotta admit though, those people are strong. If I could help them somehow, I'd do it as fast as I can.

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