thechanged | SLEEPING BEAUTIES EPILOGUE: THE KISS

There were certain words that he was somehow able to understand the basic definition of, while there were others that went entirely over his head. He'd been able to understand the word "kiss" somehow, but it seemed the same was not the same for Clockwork. Maybe it was because of that MusicBox didn't mind so much that he had to explain what he knew of it.

"Yes." Despite the situation, he gives a small smile. "Just place your lips onto hers. That should be enough to wake her."

"I know what kissing is," he replied, voice just as wooden as it had been before. It meant that the person that woke him up had kissed him. It was... a very surreal thought.

That should have made things simpler then since they could just move on without any kind of in depth discussion over it. But for some reason, he actually momentarily resentful that he'd gone and explained something without reason. But he ignored that for now and simply continued smiling.

"Then you know it's a simple solution, ja? Strange though it may be."

Actually... he hadn't thought about it before, but why was that the solution?

He continued to stare for a few more long moments before blushing - yes, the wood of his cheeks did redden a bit - and dropping his head to speak quietly, "I've never kissed anyone before."

...And this would be a good example of random things going over his head. Although he understood that Clockwork seemed to be embarrassed, he couldn't understand what there was to be embarrassed about. Or was it shame? No, that made even less sense.

"I haven't either until today. I can assure you, it really isn't very difficult." Unless one is trying to do it with a giant, multi-headed beast, anyhow. "So there is no need to worry."

That wasn't what worried him. For some reason, the thought of kissing someone made his stomach churn in a way that wasn't entirely unpleasant, but was... well... it made his cheeks hot and him want to hide his face to hide the silly smile he had to keep biting his lower lip to keep from spreading.

"Mmmm... could you wake her up?" he murmured. "Someone woke me up and they didn't tell me that's how they did it. I should go and... talk to them."

There was a moment of silence as he stared in confusion at Herr Clockwork. What... was the problem here, exactly? Not wanting to mess something up when trying it for the first time was understandable, but he wasn't even going to try? He'd even been reassured it wasn't difficult. And what was the worst that would happen if he did do it wrong? All that would happen is she wouldn't wake up. It didn't make sense.

Regardless, this was a simple matter, so MusicBox supposed there was no point in pursuing this mystery further. If anything, he could always ask him about it later when the other wasn't preoccupied on finding others he needed to speak to right away for whatever reason.

"...Certainly. It isn't any trouble at all. Here." He approached the sleeping girl and, as he had with the others, very gently placed his lips onto hers. Contrary to the other, MusicBox had no signs of embarrassment... or even concern of any kind. To him it was only an action and held no other meaning or emotion behind it. It was just a strange choice of action for waking another is all.

Hopefully Clockwork was watching so he could see for himself how quick and simple this was to do. No need to be nervous about it.

She sits up immediately, with a little gasp, her eyes wide, as though from some kind of absorbing dream. A moment ago she was legion, powerful, surrounded by a blue and cloud-swirled sky and raining down destruction –

And now she's back in the kitchen; there is only one of her, and her lips, when they part in surprise, are glass instead of steel. She doesn't feel powerful at all. Her knee hurts.

She stares up at the music box, and the clock, and swallows – or looks like she swallows, although it's plain to see, through the hollow transparent glass of her neck, that there is nothing there to swallow with. She bites her lip with her small, neat, sharp teeth. "What happened?" she asks quietly. "I fell asleep–?"

The timekeeper nodded and shuffled back shyly, "Yeah. You were. I'm glad the ki- waking you up worked."

He smiled at the music man, then the glass woman, and gave a wave, "Since you're safe, I'm going to get going. I have someone I need to speak to."

She looks at the clock curiously – she doesn't remember the kiss at all, so his demeanour is pretty baffling from where she's sitting.

... Which is on the floor. She starts to get up, half pushing herself to her feet and half fluttering.

"Wait," she says, "how did you wake me up? It was the vines, wasn't it, I couldn't wake anybody up from that –"

The timekeeper blushed and waved again, "He's the one that did that. I'll let him explain. I really- I need to go."

He begged off the explanation and hurried out, head down and shoulders hunched. A kiss was a big deal to him. The music man acted like it shouldn't be, but it was. He needed to figure this out for himself somehow.

[[and he hurries off like a good little hero. flustered beyond belief.]]

SLEEPING BEAUTIES EPILOGUE: THE KISS

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