My Life As Amythyst Night+More

So Much Rain?

*I'm at my private house*

I sigh, sitting on my roof in the rain. It's been raining for a few days. I sigh and hug my knees. I have glamour over my wounds but yet the rain still stings. Thunder rolls across the dark grey sky.

I stare off at the trees. Iggy appears and sits next to me, I look over at him. He asks if I'm ok and I look back at the dark sky. Instead, I ask how he is and eventually he stops asking how I am. I wait about another hour to finally go inside. Frosty, Sneaky and Iggy I'm guessing are inside in the living room. Cathy, Dante, Scamp, and some creepy 40 year old are in my basement. Mason I suppose to out and about.

I fly back to my balcony and go into my room, change into a light purple hoodie and leggings. I look at the mirror and I peel off the glamour. My eyes have dark circles under them and my body is more gaunt than it was a few weeks ago. My wounds stand out like black, purple and red circles or lines across my pale skin. I shake my head quietly and put the glamour over my body again. My eyes are bright lively purple, my body is less bony, thank Irene for glamour. 

I walk down to the kitchen and grab a water bottle from the fridge. I go back outside, unsure of what to do. The rain instantly soaks my hoodie but I ignore the feeling. I look up at the rain. I watch the drops fall on my cheeks, hair and eyes. I blink the drops away and for a second, it feels like it's not rain, but tears. 

I put my music back in my ears and black out the world around me. 

*Around The Same Time I'm With Frosty In A Random Forest Edge*

I sit and sharpen my dagger, a habit. "Hello your Highness." Frosty says appearing. I jump alittle and raise an eyebrow. I look down from the tree I'm sitting on, to him. "Hello Your Majesty." I use the more formal greeting. 

"Let's stop." Frosty chuckles and I nod. I go back to sharpening the blade of the dagger I'm holding. Frosty is twirling his ice daggers with a thoughtful distant look on his face. I look back down at him. "What're you thinking about?" I ask. Frosty looks a little startled and stutters. "N-nothing..." Uh huh. Stuttering, and trailing off. He recovers and asks in a chill voice. "So what's new Miss Night? Baking I hope?"

I jump down to him and walk over. I nudge him and say "Tell me what's up." I wait for his answer, ready to call him out if he's lying. "Worrying much eh?" He pats my head. "Aren't I the parent, not you?" He sighs. Something's definitely wrong. I roll my eyes and say in a more serious tone. "Seriously, tell me." He tells me about the nightmares and the flashbacks he's been having because of his recent Shadows incidence. 

I hug him and offer to temper his memories to delete them. Without much thought he says with a quiet voice. "Please...do it..." My heart breaks a little because just in those few words he expresses a pain somewhat acute to a wound. I nod and hug him gently. "You'll have a headache afterwards." I warn him before I start. "Worth it..." I nod. 

I sit next to him and I close my eyes. I enter Frostys mind, thankful I don't have to peel away his mind block. I look around in his mind. Horrific and Nightmarish images flash through like a move tape in front of me. I wince as the blood and death keeps going. I shake my head and continue walking around. I find his memories and I form some light magic in my hands.

I see memories of Frostys past swirl around, some are happy, others are angry, and some are dark. I look at them and frown lightly. I walk to the recent dark memories. I surround them with the white light and they start to dissolve like powder in water. I do this to every Shadowish nightmare. The memories fade away from existence, and with my job done, I exit his mind. I open my eyes and feel a migraine coming on. I'll deal with it later. I look over at Frosty. 

"You were right about the headache...." He holds his head. I nod. "Need some painkillers?" I ask, because I always have some. I open my satchel and hand Frosty an Advil and a water bottle. I put them back in my satchel and sit in the grass. He thanks me and I nod. 

"How are you though?" He asks and I look at him. I look at the daggers he's twirling, looking for some distraction. "What else are you thinking?" I ask instead. "I just told you. Heh." He says, still looking at me. "I know...but anything else?" I prompt him. 

"Like how is Amythyst doing?" I wince a little. "Anything else?" I ask again. He sighs and says no. "How are your wounds? If you have any?" I switch again. "Haven't checked really." He replies. "You should." I frown. He seriously needs to take care of his wounds, even Sneaky is taking better of hers than he is. 

"Let me see your wounds or scars..whatever they are." I say, I need to make sure there is no infection or any other worse thing. "Alright mom."He teases and I roll my eyes. I lean against the tree and rest head on my knees. He takes off his shirt and I look at the trees, they're framing the area we're in. He burns his shirt and I say, "Well that's one way of getting out of doing laundry." He rolls his eyes and replies: "It was dirty and ripped open anyways." I nod.

I laugh quietly. "Shush 'darling'" Frosty says in Thoma's voice and I cringe. I scowl and say ew. He puts his hoodie on. They seem to not be wounds but just scars or fading. I throw a pine cone at him. "That's not very threatening." He laughs. "Don't worry next time I'll throw something heavier." I joke. He throws grass at me, mimicking me. "There's no pine cones or grass in the Death Ring is there? Because if so, the opponents don't stand a chance." This makes me laugh. 

I take off my purple hoodie and use it as a pillow on my knees for my head. I brush my hair and bangs out of my eyes. "So how's it going with Hope and this demon?" He asks and I feel a small hole in my heart. "Hope is...well I dunno. I haven't seen her since and I havent seen Vetis either." I sigh. "You and Hope have a ting with sketchy people." He half jokes. "It's bothersome." 

"Lil girls are always a handful." He grins and I raise an eyebrow. "Are you referring to me as well?" He responds with maybe. I scoff and glare at him playfully. He measures us both and concludes that he's my taller. He drops a pine cone on me .

*Later That Night*

I sit back in the rain on my roof. I hug my knees and let the rain fall. Weird weather indeed.