Sonic Oneshots

Morning Glories

    Yes, this is an OC oneshot. Just so you know, this is older than the last oneshot. This was written back in April.

    Also, yes. You might be able to tell if you read into this carefully, but Toast, my main OC, does actually have motion-hearing synesthesia (I actually believe that I have it). This was written before the oneshot 'Plastic', so that oneshot was actually directly inspired by this one.

    Siege is one of my other OCs. I just don't draw him much.

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  Toast repeatedly tapped his gloved fingers on the wooden table almost hypnotically. He slightly smiled, content with the dull ring he heard, albeit each a different note, every time a finger would silently strike the surface. He just sat still, with nothing else to do. Many would say "go and play outside! You are still a kid!" And every time, he would have to respond as politely as possible "I can't." He had a condition that lowered his iron count, a condition commonly known as anemia.
  He could barely do any physical activity before growing exhausted, the only exception being an activity requiring him to think. Unfortunately, he doesn't like by any jagged mountains to climb, or a lake to swim, leaving him to do nothing.
  Toast sighed and started humming Lunar Lullaby, knowing that soon, the tranquil bear would make his way to the garden. Toast liked the bear; being near him gave Toast a feeling of security. Toast know the bear had seen things that should never be witnessed, and he could see how the bear had grown from these experiences.
  Toast had hummed the entirety of Lunar Lullaby, and stood up from his delicately weaved chair, resembling a wicker basket crafted with sophistication. He carefully removed a thin jacket from the coat hanger, opened the oak door, and stepped outside into the frigid air. It was early Spring, so the temperature was just starting to recover from the freezing Winter.
  Toast navigated through his garden, filled with beautiful shades of green, blue, and purple. Some of the blossoming petals held the fragile colors of periwinkle and lilac. Toast found his way to the center of the garden, which there sat a light gray carved bench. The stone bench was cold to the touch, but still comforting, all the while. Most memoirs from his family were. He left his family's home a year prior to achieve a higher education than any school near his previous home could offer.
  It was then that he heard the light steps of his friend that he was snapped from his thoughts. A tall figure shuffled through the brush surrounding his garden, and let himself into the open. When Toast saw the figure, he smiled softly and gently waved.
  "Siege! It's great to see you again!" Toast exclaimed, contradicting his peaceful demeanor.
  At this, Siege simply responded "I suppose it has been awhile, Toast."
  "How has your journaling been going?" Toast inquired, a new air of excitement in the breeze.
  "I have discovered a few new plants, I think there's one you may like." Siege opened to a page about halfway through a leather bound journal and showed it to Toast. The page featured a lightly drawn flower, colored meticulously with a purple pencil. Above the drawing, was a neat scrawl reading "morning glory".
  "While they aren't in bloom at this time of year, I though that I'd show you, since I won't be back in awhile." Siege stayed contently when he noticed Toast's intrigued expression.
  Siege didn't fail to notice, however, that Toast was starting to shiver.
  "Toast, you should probably go inside." Siege advised.
  "Okay. Do you want to come in with me?" Toast offered kindly.
  "No, I'm going to continue documenting any new plants I come across. This is my personal retribution that I have decided on. I've destroyed too much for me not to repay nature somehow." Siege replied in a melancholic tone.
  Toast face fell slightly, but he understood Siege would be happier once he had finished his 'retribution'.
  "Okay. You will come back though, right Siege?"
  "Yes, I will, when the morning glories bloom in  the summertime."
  And with that, Siege set off again to wander, and Toast went inside to ponder what he could do to fill his free time next.

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  This is the shortest out of all my finished oneshots.