· true craftsmanship ; marco & neal
Geppetto had a problem — a big one. Soon Mr. Gold would come to collect the rent and once more, he had no means to pay. If things didn’t change soon, he would have to close the shop. It just seemed no one was interested in his work anymore. Now children preferred to play with electronics, things like computers and other sorts of games. It was a shame, really. This job was very important to him — his son was born of it, after all. Of his job and his wish to the Blue Fairy.
He smiled, looking at his boy’s sleeping form. He had been given a second chance after his sacrifice, and so had Geppetto. A second chance as Pinocchio’s father. To raise him and love him, as it should have been. He let the kid sleep and left to take care of the shop, even though he didn’t think anyone would come.
Fortunately, he was mistaken. There was one person. Gold’s son, and also Henry’s father. He didn’t know him all that well, but he knew for sure that he was a good man. He walked up to him and shook his hand in greeting.
“Oh, I have plenty of time on my hands, boy.” When you get to his age, everyone is a boy or a girl to you, even if they’re adults. He hoped Neal wouldn’t mind. “Did you have something in mind?” he asked, leading the man inside.
Shaking Marco’s hand in return, Neal offered him a kind smile in greeting, though it wasn’t long before said smile turned into an amused grin upon the notion of being called ‘boy’. It had been a while since he’d been called that—though he reckoned the age difference between the two of them was big enough to justify the term.
Stepping into the shop, Neal closed the door behind him before digging his hand into his pocket to pull out a folded-up piece of paper that looked—well, something akin to parchment, judging by how old it looked. Unfolding it, he placed it on the counter for Marco to see.
“I’ve been lookin’ for something like this for a while now…but haven’t been able to find it anywhere. Now, I’ve heard of your reputation and thought you’d be able to make something like this.”
On the piece of paper was a sword that looked to be as sharp as a steel one, except this one was fashioned out of wood. He’d seen Henry look at it several times over as he had indulged in his habit of getting lost in his fairytale book, and Neal had secretly made a copy of the picture as to take it to Marco. Where the sword in the book originated from, he had no idea, but it was a good design with detailed carvings.
“Let me know if it’s doable—I know it’s got a complicated design, but I’m willing to pay a decent amount of money for this. Pretty sure this is exactly what Henry’d like.”
(Source: magicaedestruit)
