Ah ok, so it's a little complexish so i hope you dont mind. So Shiros a writer, and he starts off his writing career by writing a fantasy novel. So as he continues writing the two main protoganist, which are pidge and allura, start becoming actual human beings in the real world. They start becoming friends and clinging on to Shiro because they have memories of him. I really hppe this isnt too much. And thank you so so so much in advance
Sorry requests have been slow to be answered. I went to SDCC so I was focused on cosplay and stuff for that. (Speaking of which if anyone wants to see those pics just let me know. I went as our fave Pidgeon). I hope you like this and you are so so welcome! <3
At first he would have chalked it all up to writer’s delusions. Shiro was alone, seculded into a cabin to help fuel his writing. Or mostly to meet deadlines his cranky publisher was mad weren’t being met.
It was called cabin fever. That’s what google said anyway. Delusions, hearing things, it wasn’t so uncommon. Lots of people got this way, he tried to remind himself. But was it normal to be able to touch them? To reach out and feel another person every time he opened his manuscript.
Allura would always come first. Writer her was much less complicated. They were similiar, a product of his feelings from a strict Japanese upbringing. She was an elven princess, set to rule all the land when she became of age. It was classic. She was classic. But deep down there was a darkness to her. A festering fear of the future.
Pidge always seemed a lot more nervous coming out of the book. Usually it was a set up for a cruel prank where she appeared under his table and grabbed his legs. She was light, joy, laughter. A perfect ounter part to Allura. Balance. That was something Shiro had always really enjoyed. In a world that tried so hard to throw him off his rocker, these girls held strong.
It was hard to get them to leave now though. To go back inside the book. Every moment he wished they were with him. Reading curled up by the fireplace with Pidge’s head in his lap, or teaching Allura about the wildlife outside the cabins walls.
But just how real were they? Was it all just a dreamed up figment of a lonely man. They felt so real. They acted so real. Pidge cried to him, bemoaned the loss of her parents. But he had done that to her hadn’t he? And Allura, always so strung out from societal preassure. Their plights were his fault. And they loved him regardless.
Sunday nights were when he wrote the most. So Sunday nights he often got to see them. Perhaps it would be best to scrap the whole thing. Let the girls live on wherever they were with a sense of free will. No longer tormented by his ideas.
Shiro stared at the computer for a long while. Whatever his decision would be, it would be hard to turn away.