Trouble Gleam Unisex T-shirt

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Trouble

Trouble (Nazik) crept downstairs, careful not to wake her snoring brothers. The glow-globes of the Gleam district buzzed gently as she headed toward Fountain Square Park.

She smirked, remembering the first time she met Serge there. They had immediately rubbed each other the wrong way, taunting and trying to outdo one another.

“I bet you can’t even do a handstand, string bean,” Trouble had jeered as Serge wobbled trying to balance.

“At least I don’t have rainbow puke for hair, short stack,” he had shot back.

Their bickering nearly got them tossed out by the patrolling Constable. As they hid behind the founder’s statue, glaring daggers, Trouble felt nothing but contempt for the cocky jerk from the Shade.

Trouble’s lithe frame and petite stature belied her fiery spirit. Long, flowing hair striped randomly with rainbow hues fell past her shoulders, constantly needing to be pushed back from her almond-shaped eyes. Their deep brown color glinted with mischief and determination. Her high cheekbones and upturned nose balance her plump but not overly full lips, usually quirked in a knowing smirk.

An old v-neck t-shirt and battered jacket hang loosely on Trouble’s tomboyish frame. She has never really paid attention to her looks, wanting freedom of movement above all.

Trouble moved with coiled energy, like a spring ready to eject into cartwheels, backflips, or impromptu dances. Her hands, small but nimble, rub together, eager for her next adventure.

Trouble tucked an errant strand of rainbow hair behind her ear as she made her way to the Beach, a spring in her step. She couldn’t wait to see Serge again.

Their unlikely friendship had bloomed through back-and-forth dares and contests, each trying to outdo the other. Though they came from different worlds, Trouble and Serge were evenly matched – two sides of the same coin.

As Trouble neared the border between Gleam and Beach, she spotted Serge’s already waiting for her. Grinning, she broke into a run and leaped onto his back. “Guess who?” she crowed, tousling his dark curls.

Laughing, Serge spun in circles trying to dislodge his pint-sized attacker. “Get off, you little monkey!”

Trouble held tight, wrapping her arms around his neck in a headlock. “Say I’m the queen of the Beach!”

“Alright, alright! The queen, her royal highness!” Serge wheezed.

Releasing him with one last noogie, Trouble smirked. “That’s more like it.”

Serge just shook his head, smiling crookedly. “What’ll we do today, your majesty? More racing or target practice?”

“Nah, we always do stuff I pick. What do you want to do?”

Serge paused, looking shy. “Well, there’s something I’ve been meaning to show you. C’mon.”

Trouble followed Serge through the winding paths of Fountain Square Park until they reached an area that seemed too quiet.

“Where are we going?” Trouble whispered, glancing around uncertainly.

“Somewhere special – trust me.” Serge smiled and squeezed her hand.

They approached a rocky outcropping, and Serge ducked behind one of the large boulders. Trouble squeezed in after him, finding a narrow opening to a cave.

As her eyes adjusted, she gasped. The cave walls were covered in Serge’s vibrant abstract paintings, colors swirling and shifting in the glow of crystal lanterns.

Old rugs lined the floor, and tubes of paint and brushes were stacked neatly on makeshift shelves. This was his secret sanctuary.

“No one but me has seen this place,” he said. “When things get bad at home, I come here to paint.”

Trouble walked slowly around the studio, marveling at the moving shapes. Each work radiated emotion – hope, longing, joy.

“Your gift is incredible, Serge. It’s like the paintings are alive.”

Serge shrugged modestly. “Here, away from prying eyes, I can create freely.”

Trouble imagined the walls of his soul made visible. Squeezing his hand, she was deeply moved.

“May I add something with my gift? A touch of Luzmeria’s light?” Trouble asked.

Serge’s face lit up. “I was hoping you’d ask.”

Concentrating, she summoned her power, as her hands began to glow with a soft inner radiance.

Slowly, she drew her gleaming hands across Serge’s canvases. Where she touched, the paint began to ripple and move. New depths and dimensions emerged -his works enhanced by the her light.

Serge watched in awe as she brought her gift to his art. Their abilities intertwined, strengthening one another. Light and color blended in a dance of complementary creation.

About the T-shirt:

This T-shirt is everything you’ve dreamed of and more. It feels soft and lightweight, with the right amount of stretch. It’s comfortable and flattering for all.

• 100% combed and ring-spun cotton (Heather colors contain polyester)
• Fabric weight: 4.2 oz/yd² (142 g/m²)
• Pre-shrunk fabric
• Side-seamed construction
• Shoulder-to-shoulder taping
• Blank product sourced from Nicaragua, Mexico, Honduras, or the US

This product is made especially for you as soon as you place an order, which is why it takes us a bit longer to deliver it to you. Making products on demand instead of in bulk helps reduce overproduction, so thank you for making thoughtful purchasing decisions!