pris, donnie and pirate poof's painting ][ a log

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after she left poof, pris the tree ran wee wee wee all the way home. without the running part. her foot wasn't broken, just bruised, but it definitely hurt too much to run on. she was careful to collect up all her things. no more leaving any of her colors on the ground to be looted like booty and taken into pirate poof's ching-a-ching cave where he'd probably make them walk the painter's plank. so her arms were full of her things as she walked back into the inn. she walked fast towards the stairs, as fast as she could anyway. she didn't want to run into the bitchwitch. because...it would be bad. it would just be bad. when she went up to her and dommy's room, it was obvious that dommy wasn't home yet. so there went pris, turning on her heels and fluttering her way right back out of the room and to duckthinks door. she knocked lots. she knocked like the hallway was on fire, trying to juggle all the things in her arms as she pounded. pris was dressed like a tree again, with dirt smudged over her like the day before, but this time her hair was down and teased and had leaves clipped all in it. and her foot was banged up - scraped and bruised. what was taking him so long!?!

and it didn't him really that long, he had been reading a medical text. and stumbled over a few things in his room in his mad dash for the door, which then he opened, the door and smiled big and bright- hey! its Treethinks, how is she doing today? care to join Duckthinks for a bit of an evening

"what took you so long?" it was an emphatic huffy scold from pris, who now invited herself in by brushing past him. but he'd notice something odd - she was closing her eyes. the reason for that he was about to find out! "are you busy having guy time scratching and burping and looking at porn? if you're doing that you're going to have to put it away, dommy always makes sure to put his away and even though i know where it is i don't go looking for it because i did once and all the girls they all have blank faces..." she was speaking literally. it was what she saw when she stared at the pictures, girls with no eyes or noses or mouths or anything. pris made herself right at home. putting all her things on the couch. carefully putting the rewrapped painting benjamin made her on the top of her things. she was treating it with care. like it was an antique, or this rare precious thing...or maybe a ticking bomb that could go off if jostled too much.

no, I was reading a medical book, so that i can stay the best at what I do! I'm sorry, i was laying down on the bed and i tripped over my duffle bag. and then my walking stick got away and well it was a mess. How are you? did you get to finish your picture of the trees today? how did it turn out?" he assumed that was the painting she placed on the couch with her things and with her stuff down he gave her a big squeezing hug-

"oh. oh oh." reading. she was...well, reading was not the easiest thing for her sometimes. which is why as he was hugging her she squirmed a bit. maybe there was a hair of fear that if she told donnie about her trouble with reading he would be disappointed in her, or look at her in a different way. but he was hugging her. so she made herself focus on that instead. her arms squeezing tight tight tight around him, maybe she wasn't planning on letting him go. and he might hear her take a very deep breath in through her nostrils. the smell of doctor duck. smells were important to her, always had been since she was a little girl, she needed certain smells to feel happy and comfortable. and the smell of doctor duck was one of those scents now. "yes yes yes. treethinks did a portrait of a weeping willow. i told poof that he couldn't come to close because then i'd have to move and moving would change everything, the whole portrait, and that all it would have been good for was ripping."

poof? poof came by? are you alright?- leaning back to give her a bit of a once over. tilting his head to the side. to give her a once over, and then he noticed her foot being all scratched up. your foot... what happened prissy?"

when he stepped back to look her over, pris looked so very innocent. the slightly wide-eyed bewildered look on her face was the kind that suggested she didn't know why in the world donald would think she wasn't alright. was that actually what she was thinking, or was that her way of trying to...downplay her encounter with pirate poof? "i did that. my foot. i kicked a tree, and i hit it, because i was frustrated. like how that witchbitch bitchwitch made me frustrated last night. afterwards i felt a little better." and that was all pris said about that. and there she went, trying to close the distance between the two of them again for a second hug. that was suspicious, if you paired it with that oh-so-innocent look. she knew there were things that she wasn't saying. and that her time with poof maybe wasn't a good idea. but she also knew that for a reason she couldn't really figure out that...part of her question why spending that time with poof was supposed to be a bad idea. the other part of her answered that thought. grandmother what big teeth you have. all those teethmarks in the bitchwitch. and poof could take her over. and she didn't want that. to be like ryan. pris made a face at herself. a 'but still....' kind of face. an internal argument with the angel and the devil on each of her shoulders.

well, then why don't you have a seat there- he smiled at her little mushmouths talk and gave her a squeeze before once again stepping back and moving her over to the bed, sitting her down before kneeling down in front of her- and Let Doctor Donnie duckthinks, clean it up so it doesn't hurt at all anymore... how does that sound?

"NO." pris said that emphatically. stepping forward and trying to re-cling on him in order to prevent him from getting any of his doctor tools and pointing them at her. "no doctors no doctoring no doctorizing no no no." it was the same response she'd given pirate poof in the forest earlier. pris was not a fan of doctors then the doctors wanted to poke and prod and touch, donnie duck knew that. but unlike when she was with poof, pris offered an alternate suggestion this time of something she felt would be a lot more pleasing to her. "let's get a pizza and fried potatoes and drink soda until we burp, and we can shine a light at the wall and then trace each other's shadows and i'll make them part of the painting." the painting on his wall that she'd been working on when she had enough money to buy more eggs and pigment, that is.

Doctor blake smiled brightly and gave a sage nod. wrapping arms around her again holding her tightly again before giving a nod- I think that sounds like a wonderful plan. what does treethinks like o her pizza? and if you say tree sap, I'm going to have to veto it... i'm a meat eater when it comes to pizza

no doctors doctoring or doctorizing, good. donnie duck would feel pris relax right in his very arms. leaning into him just like before, and closing her eyes just like before, and humming softly under what he said to her. that hum evolved into a hmm when he asked the question. "hm hm hm no sappy pizza sap makes the cheese taste funny like a foot," how she knew that...well that didn't really matter did it? "i can be a meat eater. there's a meat eating tree. no plant. the fly trapper, i'll close my eyes and eat my pizza as a fly trapper. so you can put any kind of flies on it that you want." after she said that pris picked up her head, pulling away enough that he could see what she was doing. eyes closed she had her lips pursed in a nice big pucker. she felt she deserved a reward for letting him get pizza with meat flies. -

well I'm not really feeling the flies, but we'll see what they have- He smiled down at her and gave a nod, tilting his head down and giving her a small chaste little kissie and then he stepped back from her after a squeeze to go to his phone, dialing out to the pizza place-

that little chaste kissie lit pris up from the inside, so much that maybe he'd be able to see the candle inside of her shining out like she was a jack-o-lantern. that had gone so very much better than it had with captain needs-a-kick-in-a-shin, which just proved that boom really did deserve a kick in the shin. happy as a well fed kitten, while donnie duck made the pizza order pris buzzed her way over to the sofa where she put all of her things. buzzing like a fly. and then she played the other part too, the part of the fly trapper. opening her her mouth and then snapping her teeth together. "ouch." soft mutter to herself. she'd snapped too hard. pris was unwrapping the painting that pirate poof portraited of her. she cast a little glance at donald as she bit her bottom lip, and then she carried the pasted portrait over to his bed, setting it carefully down. and then she waited. for him to get off the phone. emerald eyes watching his back.

"yes, yes of course., no delivery please. alright, thank you, yes just the sausage. alright, yes, yes nits at the inn, yes the big one. no, just ask for Donald blake at the front desk. and then he hung the phone up, turning around and giving a great big smile to pris, before glancing down at her painting-

it wasn't her painting. and he had seen enough of her artmaking that he'd maybe know that just by looking at it? because none of her portraits were this realistic, even if the color scheme of this particular painting was a bit odd. that was because poof only had three colors - cerulean, canary and alizarin crimson. and the picture was in a frame. that might tip him off too. it was a close up of a girl's face, and that girl was pris. strands of hair made up the background and there was a look of wonder in the wide eyes, with her lips parted in a curious 'o' shape. the cheeks shone in red and orange colors, the lips had hints of blue and so did the eyes. her fingers touching a cheek. she let doctor donnie look the painting over. and while he looked it over she was looking over him, trying to see what his reaction was. and even if she didn't need to say this she said it anyway. "he painted it. poof. with my colors. with cerulean and canary and alizarin crimson...." she said that very very very soft. as if she expected duckthinks answer to be very very very loud.

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"he drew this? Poof did?" and he tilted his head to get a different angle on the painting, he didn't shout or anything, he just looked deep in thought. as he examined the painting, it was something he did, the paintings often spoke about what was inside of people. what t hey felt. what went on in their head." He did very well, it looks very much like you" looking up with a small smile.

she didn't know what she thought would be worse. if he yelled - which he didn't. or if he didn't yell - which he did. which is why the soft whining sound came from her, and pris was folding her arms across her chest to hug herself much like she did when she was talking to poof earlier that day. and just like earlier that day she went to shift her weight back and forth, and winced and had to stop because her injured foot didn't like that very much at all. pris eyes ping ponged between duckthinks and poof's portrait. back and forth and back and forth like one of them was going to say more than had been said so far. when that didn't happen pris make a tart little lemon face and mumbled. "the night he poofed with his taxi when i was trying to get to the cinderella ball he had my colors in his backseat and he told me he kept them safe for me and to take them and that he was a maker and he could take away fear and i yelled at him and i told him to prove it by painting me a portrait of a sky that doesn't fade and that doesn't have any fear and i gave him alizarin too and...and well this is the sky...."

"A painting of the sky without fear? and he drew a portrait of you?" Doctor blake walked around the bed to stand next to her, draping an arm around her shoulder. watching the painting." do you think that he did what you asked? what do you see when you look at his painting?" turning a bit so that he could look over at her face. seeing for her reaction to the painting?

when he draped his arm around her pris rested her head on him, her lip thrust forward in a 'sympathize with me' sort of pout. all those questions. it was enough to elicit that high whining sound from her, and she hugged her arms to her chest a little tighter. it was precisely that discussion about whether or not she was the sky and if he did what he was told that made her kick the tree. the discussion had gotten her frustrated. she screwed her face up like a lemon tart again, and stamped the floor with her good foot. "he...i...i told him it's wrong because i don't not have fear," she spat that out finally with a huffy scoff punctuating her words, and her green eyes looking away from the painting. "he said...he said that i'm like the sky because no one can touch me. reach me. or...that they could try to reach and rub their stupid pollution all over me but they wouldn't be able to reach, that i'm above all of it and that i'd be untouched. that i was stars. at night. and all i had to do was not let my fears control me and it would be like not having them anymore."

"Interesting... well I don't think its right either, " a firm nod and then doctor blake picked the painting up, and moved ot to the couch, placing it on the ground next to the couch careful tucked between it and the couch."and he was wrong about something else. You only take control of your fear, by letting yourself be touched, be reached, only when you want to be.... that, that is true fearlessness prissy," and then a small smile.

pris didn't object when he took the painting away. she didn't like looking at herself very much, it made her uncomfortable. she kept expecting the painting to talk. "put a sheet over her like parrots she'll go to sleep," she murmured that answer she'd given her mind when she was with poof over again now as the painting was put to bed. what donnie said. about touching and reaching. her strange mind made very fast connections. remembering the strange dance of pirate poof's hand around her, inches away and warm but not touching because he promised he wouldn't touch. "i didn't let him touch," she answered donnie softly. "he offered to fix my foot. like you did. and i wouldn't let him touch me even then. no doctors no doctoring and no doctorizing."

I know prissy- doctor blake said softly. tossing a pillow case over the painting. and then he sat down at the edge of the bed- i know you dont like doctors or doctorizing or doctoring. but you know, if you dont fix your foot. then you could get an infection which could make you really sick. will you let me wash it and put a bandage?"

"do-o-o-o-o-nnie," the whine was a long high pitched protest as she unfolded her arms and balled her fists up to the point where her knuckles turned white. "you said that last time, about my hand..." as if he was only allowed to cash in that reason one time. she plunked down on the edge of his bed with a humph. her bottom lip was pushing forward again, as her thoughts grumble grumbled along in her mind about no touching and how pirate poof told her he would be her swashbuckler. "teethmarks, duckthinks. and he thinks she's lovely. and i was right she was talking to him through the tea. he said he was there. that by the end he was her. that he can take her over whenever he wants. through his teethmarks. i don't want to be like her. i told him that. i'm not a bitchwitch like her."

Prissy, I know I did, and I'm sorry, I am. and I did promise you i wouldn't be a doctorly doctor for you... and I'm not being a doctorly doctor, I'm being a friend who cares about his friend and her little owies when she gets them.." he then he looked up at her eyes, watching her eyes while she spoke that last bit."You'll never be like her Prissy... never ever, because I wont let him make you like her... not boom... me," asserting that he would fight benjamin if he had to.

her little...? pris gave him such a quizzical look. her head tilting slowly to the side. when she was alone with him, her eyes didn't dart all over as much. she was much more settled. her movements too. because she was with precious donnie duck, cared for and safe. but right now, she was looking at her doctor duck like he was at the hatter's tea party. "my little....owie?" she whispered that back at him with a slightly awestruck tone. and then, with no warning at all she burst out into a peel of riotous laughter. falling back on the bed as a giggle-snort escaped in between the ha has. did she hear the rest of what he said, when she was carrying on like a foolish little girl? yes. she did. which is why she got very quiet when he asserted that 'me'. laughter stopping very suddenly. green eyes looking solemnly up at him. so solemnly that you'd never think she was hysterical a moment before. "donnie, can you tell me something?" it was asked very very quietly. as if the question was fragile. or maybe it was her that was fragile.

And when the bewilderment of her sudden laughter subsided, and she asked him that was spoken so carefully he could only give a nod, and perhaps a small crack of a smile." Of course, what's on your mind Pris?"

pris' green eyes were very still. she was looking at him directly. this meant she would see boom, but she was going to see something else besides boom too - she'd be able to see if there was anything more to the answer he was about to give besides the words he said. "why...why is it that one of the only people that isn't like everyone else and wants to be around me more than just dealing with me until they can go somewhere else, why does he have to be a pirate? what does that say about me donnie, besides you and dommy it's....a pirate?" it was hard to look someone in the eyes when saying things like this, and she was trying very hard but she didn't quite make it, looking away from him to her hands as she rubbed one of the scratches on her right hand from when she hit the tree. "i asked him to be a swashbuckler for me...he said that he can only be what he is but that he could also be many things and that he would, and he was he didn't do anything wrong or say anything wrong and i didn't feel anything wrong but...but when i looked at him even only for a second i saw teeth." she looked sad. this was the end of a long miserable week for pris, after all!

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"well Prissy, there are two answers to that question... The Doctor Answer is that it is really quite obvious this man has some sort of feelings for you, or has some desire of possession of you and yours. as such he is willing to allow you to see him how you want to see him... its a form of manipulation... The Friend answer is, that you just want friends prissy, people to accept you for who you are, and this man, the wolf with the teeth, accepts you for what you are... and as bad as he may seem, it doesn't matter as much because he wants you for you

for all the times her mind had said it to her, the grandmother what big teeth you have, and even with the teeth marks that she saw when she stared at ryan which showed poof to her on that girl...she'd never made the big connection. grandmother what big teeth you have was about a wolf in disguise. not until donnie said 'wolf with the teeth'. "big bad wolf...." pris whispered that softly. the very ironic part of her realization was that her expression nearly mirrored the expression benjamin chose to paint of her for his portrait of sky - the wonder eyes, the parted wonder lips. two points in her eccentric brain had just gone click. "oh oh oh. oh." now she wanted to know. for sure. she even slipped off the bed, pacing a little. her lips making the shapes of the words without putting sound to them, mouthing 'big bad wolf'. she wondered. she wondered. but she wouldn't couldn't know for sure, unless she saw him again. or unless she could see that answer through the bitchwitch, which...could she? pris didn't ever really think about what she saw in people as being anything more than their portrait. she never thought of it as answers or anything like that. until now. "um. what answer am i supposed to listen to? i don't like doctors." there she went, wringing her hands a little.

Listen to whichever one you want to Prissy, they're both the right answer..-Doctor blake watched her pace about the room, before he spoke again- choose whichever you think helps you more... in either case, I'm your friend prissy, before I'm a doctor.

pris was humming. softly, so she heard everything he said. she always heard what people said when she was making sound at the same time, and a lot of the time doing that helped her hear it better. her hum was a thoughtful progression of notes that as usual didn't exactly make 'proper' musical sense. the hum was helping her think about what to do next. how to find out about the big bad wolf without sneaking into the ching-a-ching cave where he might loot her booty, or without having to go talk to the bitchwitch. her steps paces and didn't pace at the same time, because every other step she'd pause and then when she stepped again it was in an odd direction. suddenly she was done. she'd made a decision, and it seemed to brighten her considerably. she plopped back down on his bed with a bounce. "yes. you are my most precious donnie duckthinks and that's better than being a doctor because you gave me a kiss." to her, that chaste kiss meant he really was her friend. which is why she lifted her hurt foot up, her way of saying that he was allowed to look at it. and look at that lovely foot. all banged and bruised up and then the bottom was nice and dirty from walking barefoot all day! at least her toenails were painted a lovely green, right?

Donald smiled- sounds like me I thinks.- said as he leaned over and gave her foot a good look see, examining her foot carefully and then after a moment of looking, a but of dusting off doctor blake smiled- It's going to be sore a bit tomorrow maybe for a day or two, but its going to be alright... you should probably take a quick shower though, get it all nice and clean, so that i can wrap it up after

she tried to sit still when he looked her foot over. and she was mostly successful, because she let her hands do all the fidgeting for her. kneading and pulling at the blankets of his bed with nervous tugs and pushes. when he said she should take a shower, pris made a face. "but then i'll lose my dirt camouflage and the trees will smell that i'm not one of them..." she grumble grumbled that as she kicked her other foot against the side of his bed in a huffy protest before adding, "fiiiiiiiine." humph. and then, that foot that had just kicked was now sneaking out to poke donald in the ribs if he was still hunched over. "duckthinks? i need you to keep her. the portrait that pirate poof did, could she stay here? because...because if she stays with me i know she's going to want to talk and i really don't want to hear what she has to say but i don't want to...well i don't want to give it a garage sale or anything because drawings take a long time and people don't think of that when they just..." she made a tossing motion. throw them away. "you keep her. please?"

well you've already said you finished your tree picture, and! I happen to know on good authority that the tress will sit just as still and be just as nice without your tree camouflage..- and then e watched her face when she spoke about the portrait- of course I will. and I'll make sure she stays nice and quiet

"good." pris seemed very satisfied then. because that was even better, that he would make sure the portrait stayed quiet. she would feel guilty if she heard about the portrait keeping him up at night, and what's more she's always be really nervous about what it would say to him. especially if the portrait knew about some of her secret thoughts. "and nu uh. thinks are always more truthful for their portraits if you camouflage...even you would be duckthinks. you and your shadow." because they were going to be tracing each other shadow's later, hopefully he didn't forget that! but for now, pris slid off of his bed again, heading to her bag. she picking it up, and padded her way towards his shower. she could always go next door and use her own, but when she always had a change of clothes in her bag why bother? the eccentric girl always took long showers, but this one would be particularly long. she had a lot to think about. like skies, portraits and big bad wolves.

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