Charloft Bingo: Prompt - Misfit Toys
Charloft Bingo: Prompt - Misfit Toys
It very well could have been the ugliest toy ever created; it was a hideous mix-up of painful neon print a bit like floral and a just a little like someone had gotten bored with a set of markers, all shaped like bones and a skull atop the black background fabric. Shaped somewhat like a cat, unless of course the ear that was lopsided counted against that, and sporting two glassy pale green eyes; the stuffed plush creature must have been the end result of a bad dream. A wayward nightmare stitched together and put up on a shelf in the skewed idea that someone might have bought it one day; and someone actually had...which was nothing short of astonishing.
It really was hideous; from its' stubby legs to the long tail and large head. A skeleton animal that clashed with itself; not the sort of item that one would ever think of handing off to some unsuspecting child.
And Lacroix adored it.
It did remind him, in more ways that one, of the old cartoon with the reindeer; of toys forgotten and unwanted because of their imperfections. Like people sometimes, he liked to think; also sometimes they just didn't fit in exactly the way they were expected to. Sometimes they were clashing, overly colorful messes that were so bizarre it was impossible not to smile at them and that little spark that made them so unique.
He could relate to that, in so many ways, and that was only one of the reasons the strange little plush cat toy held a place of regard on the shelf above his bed.
The other reason, the important reason, was because it had been a gift. A wildly unexpected and bemusing gift; not wrapped so much as shoved at him in passing with a mumbled few words by the blonde vampire that seemed to be spending more and more time around the last few months.
If it hadn't been so sudden he may have died right then from the shock of Corbin, of all people, had gifted him anything other than his usual bland remark and flat look.
A peace offering, perhaps; to try and make it easier to accept his presence around the apartment.
Lacroix didn't need that of course, he was already thrilled that his mentor had a friend, or whatever it was that he counted Corbin as; but it was still an oddly touching gesture that the normally bristled vampire made any effort at all.
It was a toy better suited to being cast onto that fictional island with spotted elephants and birds that swam, but there in his room it held a place of high regard instead. Because perfection was overrated anyway, but an attempt at friendship was pure perfection no matter what sort of disjointed package it came in.
It very well could have been the ugliest toy ever created; it was a hideous mix-up of painful neon print a bit like floral and a just a little like someone had gotten bored with a set of markers, all shaped like bones and a skull atop the black background fabric. Shaped somewhat like a cat, unless of course the ear that was lopsided counted against that, and sporting two glassy pale green eyes; the stuffed plush creature must have been the end result of a bad dream. A wayward nightmare stitched together and put up on a shelf in the skewed idea that someone might have bought it one day; and someone actually had...which was nothing short of astonishing.
It really was hideous; from its' stubby legs to the long tail and large head. A skeleton animal that clashed with itself; not the sort of item that one would ever think of handing off to some unsuspecting child.
And Lacroix adored it.
It did remind him, in more ways that one, of the old cartoon with the reindeer; of toys forgotten and unwanted because of their imperfections. Like people sometimes, he liked to think; also sometimes they just didn't fit in exactly the way they were expected to. Sometimes they were clashing, overly colorful messes that were so bizarre it was impossible not to smile at them and that little spark that made them so unique.
He could relate to that, in so many ways, and that was only one of the reasons the strange little plush cat toy held a place of regard on the shelf above his bed.
The other reason, the important reason, was because it had been a gift. A wildly unexpected and bemusing gift; not wrapped so much as shoved at him in passing with a mumbled few words by the blonde vampire that seemed to be spending more and more time around the last few months.
If it hadn't been so sudden he may have died right then from the shock of Corbin, of all people, had gifted him anything other than his usual bland remark and flat look.
A peace offering, perhaps; to try and make it easier to accept his presence around the apartment.
Lacroix didn't need that of course, he was already thrilled that his mentor had a friend, or whatever it was that he counted Corbin as; but it was still an oddly touching gesture that the normally bristled vampire made any effort at all.
It was a toy better suited to being cast onto that fictional island with spotted elephants and birds that swam, but there in his room it held a place of high regard instead. Because perfection was overrated anyway, but an attempt at friendship was pure perfection no matter what sort of disjointed package it came in.