Clouds (Mianite oneshots)

Ianite x Sparklez pt1

I FREAKING HAVE +100 VEIWS WHAAAAAA?

It was chilly November day, the wind picking up its speed. The temperature had been plummeting downward as winter began. I shiver as I stand on the balcony. It was a nice view, you could see the tops of the trees in all of their browns and reds and oranges, gently leaning over the park path. I had not seen these colors for many years because of her ten years in the End. The End did not have the same seasons as the overworld, and most of the time the temperature was barely over 70 degrees. Right now, it was below fifty. For most of the people around the area, the weather was rather warm for the season, and Jordon had arranged a global warming meeting coming up. I don't think anyone except me is going. Poor Jordan, sometimes I feel like his efforts go unappreciated, If you know what I mean. It must be tough, being one of the Only Ianitees.

I'm pretty fragile, honestly. I take insults way to seriously. But Jordon, I can't explain it. It's like he never feels pressure, he just ignores it. Ignoring is easier said than done, and growing up in a household with twin brothers that were, let's say, very, very, verbal about their opinions of each other. It was hard to tune out. Whenever I stood between them, I was, of course, criticized as well. My father did not approve of me, growing up. He had this idea, in his mind, that you either had to be one or the other. Left or right. Up or down. Girl or boy. Tall or short. Perfect or Evil. I never understood why there was only two options. I didn't want a perfect world, but a chaotic and insane world didn't seem favorable either. I wanted, a perfect balance. I wanted the equation to be equal. No one seemed to understand it. It was hard to ignore, everyone saying that I had to be one or the other, and the pressure to chose was unbearable. I couldn't choose Perfect or Evil. Mianite announced that he wanted everything perfect at a young age. Dianite hated order, and wanted chaos. If I were to chose one or the other to idolize, the balance between the two would be broken. Some people even called me an 'parallel.' At the time, I had no clue what a 'parallel' was, I just knew it was bad. People threw it around like an insult, very few truly understanding it. I hid from it. Parallel. Such a dirty word. It was the kind of word that adults would scold their children from saying. A parallel. It was so wrong. As I grew older, I grew to learn what it really meant It was a term for people who said 'no' to the public. People who decided not to choose, perfect or chaotic. Some of them hid it. Pretended to be in favor of one or the other. But some, they rose to defy what other people say. They would show it in public, wear all purple, because you get it from mixing blue, the color of perfection, and red, the color of chaos. Some were arrested for it, some went to therapy for it, and some hid it. But in reality, none of them could change who they were. And I admired that. I released that I, indeed, was, a parallel. It took time to accept, but I did. Gradually, society accepted parallels. There was ever a day dedicated to the remembrance of all the people who were forced to suppress it, who were arrested for it, and who were killed for it. And on that day, all parallels would wear purple, to show people that they didn't care what others thought. So, or parallel pride day, I decided to wear purple. Some people I know called it a mistake, that it was just a phase, and would shout 'parallel' at me in the streets. I tried to ignore it, but it hurt.

Jordon, too, grew up with a family just like mine, except he was an only child. His father and my father were good friends. His father was a strong praiser of the perfect world. When he found out Mianite was the god of his people, he shouted praises at his, and became the first Mianite priest. It was an odd sight, a fully crown man worshipping a child. He expected Jordon to be the same. But Jordon never seemed to want to. We spent a lot of time together, growing up. We were best friends. And you could see the stress on his face whenever someone mentioned 'parallel.' He was just as scared as I was. When I came out as parallel, he later joined me. He eventually released that I was a goddess, and he started the first group of Ianitees. He became my champion, and I became his goddess, after that. It was weird, at first, because we were best friends for our entire childhood life. But eventually, sacrifices just felt like he was giving me a gift, and I would give one back. When Tom started calling Dianite "My Lord," Jordon, as a joke, started calling me "M'Lady." Eventually, it stuck. We still think of each other really close, though. It's not that much different now than when we first met. I still have the framed photo of us at prom. Neither of us could get dates, so we agreed to go with each other. I think he has a copy of the photo, too. We still are really close, but times have changed in weird ways.