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spontaneouscombustion) wrote2015-12-11 08:00 pm
spontaneouscombustion) wrote2015-12-11 08:00 pm
Grand Theft Heart
Pinkie Pie’s second bite was interrupted by a high, frantic ringing of bells. A security alarm, and it sounded like it was coming from the museum too.
“What?!”she gasped around her cupcake, followed by a small groan. “That's the third time this week!”
In three very quick bites, she devoured the pastry, and with a lick of her lips she ducked into the nearest alleyway to change out of her clothes and into Milli-second, sprinting out of her hiding spot only a second after she went in.
“Whoever it is better give up easy,” she thought out loud. “That was a really good cupcake too!”
But if it was who Milli thought it was, he likely had no intention of making it easy. Ten seconds later she came to a stop in the museum’s main exhibit hall.
“Freeze, meany!” Milli yelled out before her eyes even focused on the felon.
“Well well well, we meet again, Miss Milli-second! It's always so much fun when we get to play!”
And yup, it was him all right. Long, stretchy limbs holding a very large diamond, a loud orange and yellow jumpsuit, frizzy brown hair corkscrewing out from holes in his cowl every which way, and wild green eyes smirking at her. Limburglar.
“Yeah, and we’d probably have a lot more fun if you weren't trying to steal stuff every time too! Just put the diamond down and we can--”
But he was already reaching for a pane in the domed skylight.
“Oh, but then you wouldn't notice me at all! Catch me if you can!”
“Hey wait--!” But he’d already grabbed the pane and was hoisting himself up. “Darn it…”
Not that getting up to the roof was a challenge. In fact, she already started running in bigger and bigger circles, generating the momentum to run up up up the walls to the glass ceiling before gravity could pull her back down down down.
It was probably the smile. Normally Pinkie loved smiles more than anything in the world, loved making people grin and laugh and feel safe and happy. Villains that actually liked making people miserable… that was the low point of evil for her. And even though Limburglar never actually hurt anybody as he tried to rob the city blind, the fact that he kept grinning that big, cocky grin like being mean was a huge game he was winning against her made her go crazy sometimes.
Three seconds later, she was finally at the top of the roof, posing heroically on a single glass pane. And there he was, standing on the roof proper, lightly bouncing the diamond like a baseball in the palm of his hand, all but saying out loud “what took you so long?”
“What’s wrong, Limburglar? Legs turn to jellEEEEEEEE!!!”
The glass gave way beneath her with a quick CRACK!, and the very next nanosecond she was falling back-first in the air, a straight, three-story drop to the cold, hard, bone-and-organ-breaking marble floor below, an aura of shards surrounding her as a familiar voice called out “Milli!” Her mind raced and raced and raced as her legs kicked and kicked as hard as she could, but there was nothing for her to run on, no traction no hope no way for her to stop falling or stop panicking stop dying stop--
Milli-second only fell a story before two arms coiled firmly around her waist. They stretched out another half-story to absorb all the gravitational force of the fall before finally stopping, then slowly- almost… gently?- hoisted her up.
“MILLI! Milli, are you okay?!” That was Limburglar’s voice for sure, but why did he sound so… scared?
“Y-yeah… Yeah, I’m okay…”
Surely it was adrenaline playing tricks on her brain. There's no way he was actually worried about her, and she definitely didn't hear an “oh, thank God” sighed out as she was finally pulled over the surface of the roof. She was even quicker than usual to hop off of the glass and onto the stone of the roof proper… even if was closer to Limburglar's embrace.
He was still about three normal arm lengths away, but even now he was stepping, almost running, towards her now, the diamond discarded on the roof’s surface, eyes wide with… Fear? Concern? Was she seeing things now too?
“Phew! D-don't scare me like that again, okay?”
“Wait, you were scared?”
“W-well yeah, I mean that’s a long fall and I didn't want you to go Gwen Stacy on me--”
“No, I mean, why were you scared? I mean, I thought you hated me.”
“What?! No, Milli, I-- I’d never hate you!”
Limburglar's eyes actually widened in shock at that, arms back to a normal length by now… and still resting at her waist.
“You don't?”
He shook his head, giving a small, soft smile at her. Even with his limbs at normal length he was still a head taller than her, lean and lanky under the suit. And his hands were warm and gentle. And his eyes were such a bright green. And he was just barely lifting her chin up as he bent down to…
And his lips were so soft and warm and sweet that Milli actually didn't think of a single thing else for the whole two seconds they were on hers. Instead she merely closed her eyes and tried to kiss him back. Her hands even started to drift towards his shoulders before he pulled away again.
When her eyes opened, his forehead was resting on hers, that tender smile now a touch more melancholy.
“No, I don't. I can't love you either, not right now, but… but hating you’d be like not breathing.”
“Oh…”
“I’d… better get going. You can keep the diamond, I don't really feel like playing anymore…”
“Okay…” Clearly that kiss had stolen any eloquence she had left.
And with a quirk of his smile he finally let go of her, stepping away and running for the rooftops as the first police siren started to reach the museum.
“What?!”she gasped around her cupcake, followed by a small groan. “That's the third time this week!”
In three very quick bites, she devoured the pastry, and with a lick of her lips she ducked into the nearest alleyway to change out of her clothes and into Milli-second, sprinting out of her hiding spot only a second after she went in.
“Whoever it is better give up easy,” she thought out loud. “That was a really good cupcake too!”
But if it was who Milli thought it was, he likely had no intention of making it easy. Ten seconds later she came to a stop in the museum’s main exhibit hall.
“Freeze, meany!” Milli yelled out before her eyes even focused on the felon.
“Well well well, we meet again, Miss Milli-second! It's always so much fun when we get to play!”
And yup, it was him all right. Long, stretchy limbs holding a very large diamond, a loud orange and yellow jumpsuit, frizzy brown hair corkscrewing out from holes in his cowl every which way, and wild green eyes smirking at her. Limburglar.
“Yeah, and we’d probably have a lot more fun if you weren't trying to steal stuff every time too! Just put the diamond down and we can--”
But he was already reaching for a pane in the domed skylight.
“Oh, but then you wouldn't notice me at all! Catch me if you can!”
“Hey wait--!” But he’d already grabbed the pane and was hoisting himself up. “Darn it…”
Not that getting up to the roof was a challenge. In fact, she already started running in bigger and bigger circles, generating the momentum to run up up up the walls to the glass ceiling before gravity could pull her back down down down.
It was probably the smile. Normally Pinkie loved smiles more than anything in the world, loved making people grin and laugh and feel safe and happy. Villains that actually liked making people miserable… that was the low point of evil for her. And even though Limburglar never actually hurt anybody as he tried to rob the city blind, the fact that he kept grinning that big, cocky grin like being mean was a huge game he was winning against her made her go crazy sometimes.
Three seconds later, she was finally at the top of the roof, posing heroically on a single glass pane. And there he was, standing on the roof proper, lightly bouncing the diamond like a baseball in the palm of his hand, all but saying out loud “what took you so long?”
“What’s wrong, Limburglar? Legs turn to jellEEEEEEEE!!!”
The glass gave way beneath her with a quick CRACK!, and the very next nanosecond she was falling back-first in the air, a straight, three-story drop to the cold, hard, bone-and-organ-breaking marble floor below, an aura of shards surrounding her as a familiar voice called out “Milli!” Her mind raced and raced and raced as her legs kicked and kicked as hard as she could, but there was nothing for her to run on, no traction no hope no way for her to stop falling or stop panicking stop dying stop--
Milli-second only fell a story before two arms coiled firmly around her waist. They stretched out another half-story to absorb all the gravitational force of the fall before finally stopping, then slowly- almost… gently?- hoisted her up.
“MILLI! Milli, are you okay?!” That was Limburglar’s voice for sure, but why did he sound so… scared?
“Y-yeah… Yeah, I’m okay…”
Surely it was adrenaline playing tricks on her brain. There's no way he was actually worried about her, and she definitely didn't hear an “oh, thank God” sighed out as she was finally pulled over the surface of the roof. She was even quicker than usual to hop off of the glass and onto the stone of the roof proper… even if was closer to Limburglar's embrace.
He was still about three normal arm lengths away, but even now he was stepping, almost running, towards her now, the diamond discarded on the roof’s surface, eyes wide with… Fear? Concern? Was she seeing things now too?
“Phew! D-don't scare me like that again, okay?”
“Wait, you were scared?”
“W-well yeah, I mean that’s a long fall and I didn't want you to go Gwen Stacy on me--”
“No, I mean, why were you scared? I mean, I thought you hated me.”
“What?! No, Milli, I-- I’d never hate you!”
Limburglar's eyes actually widened in shock at that, arms back to a normal length by now… and still resting at her waist.
“You don't?”
He shook his head, giving a small, soft smile at her. Even with his limbs at normal length he was still a head taller than her, lean and lanky under the suit. And his hands were warm and gentle. And his eyes were such a bright green. And he was just barely lifting her chin up as he bent down to…
And his lips were so soft and warm and sweet that Milli actually didn't think of a single thing else for the whole two seconds they were on hers. Instead she merely closed her eyes and tried to kiss him back. Her hands even started to drift towards his shoulders before he pulled away again.
When her eyes opened, his forehead was resting on hers, that tender smile now a touch more melancholy.
“No, I don't. I can't love you either, not right now, but… but hating you’d be like not breathing.”
“Oh…”
“I’d… better get going. You can keep the diamond, I don't really feel like playing anymore…”
“Okay…” Clearly that kiss had stolen any eloquence she had left.
And with a quirk of his smile he finally let go of her, stepping away and running for the rooftops as the first police siren started to reach the museum.