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✘ = hugging them . Δ = playing with their hair .  ❤ = kissing them .  ₪ =  asking them out for dinner . ☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) . ♘ = stabbing them . ♕ = bowing down before them . ♒ = lying to them .   ✿ = buying them flowers . ☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story . ☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm . ✎ = speaking in a different language . ✏ = teaching them a different language . ▄ = telling them a joke . ♬ = singing to them . ☹ = insulting a loved one . ஐ = slapping them . ✂ = threatening them . ❃ = dancing with them . ▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare .  ♣ = discovering them crying .  回 = patching a wound .  ✮ = stargazing . ▓ = caught stealing their belongings . ☽ = wandering alone at night . ♡ = complimenting them . ≡ = offering a place to stay overnight . ☢ = falling over . ✦ = being well-dressed . ❂ = wiping blood off their face . ◎ = taking care of them while ill . ☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them . ⇕ = holding their hand . ↱ = being lost with them . ☠ = pushing them against a wall .

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“ebony !!!” he hummed, approaching the girl with a wide smile, his lyre in one hand. he often forgot that he walked among mortals and that his first response or desire to much anything should not have been to show the girl the particular things associated with him and his god-esque figure. but then again, he was never too concerned about the outcome. he would only assume she would go with it or wave it off, not abandon him. “i wanted to play you something. do you have time ???”

she’s learnt by now to simply accept the peculiar things her strange friend says & does, and today is no exception. her eyes are only briefly glancing at the lyre held in his grasp & instead of confusion, it only produces a buzz of excitement for the little bird. “of course i have time!” she grins at him, letting her legs swing beneath her. “i didn’t realise they still made those, though.” of course she’s seen one before ---- and has heard the songs they can create ---- but it has been many years.

ignoring the stinging in his knuckles, khalid walked back to the person he was a complete stranger to. there was the metallic taste in his mouth but he couldn’t be bothered with it. what he’d seen pissed him off, and no one else was stepping it to help so he figured he would be the one. “hey, i’m real sorry about all of that, you’re alright yeah?” he asked lowly, his hand coming up so he could get rid of the little bit of blood that he had on his lip from receiving the hit to the mouth form when he’d stuck up for the individual in front of him. “i don’t look too bad, do i??” the male questioned, using his wit to rid the tension slightly. 

pale fingers reach up to brush away the redness on his mouth && she nods slowly at him ------ completely outstanded at what she’s just witnessed. “you--- you didn’t need to do that,” she mumbles softly to him, wide blue eyes examining the mess he had gotten himself into for her. “let’s go get you cleaned up.” she adds with a gentle smile, handing him a crumpled tissue that she’s found in the bottom of her pocket. “my appartment is only a few minutes away ------ it won’t take long, and you’ll probably need a change of shirt.”

Yes, she peeking over the fence to see the scene unfolding. In her defense, however, the sounds coming from her neighbor’s backyard are simply… odd. She can’t not ignore it any longer.

Turning to locate the head that was hovering over her fence, her blue eyes wide with fear && confusion, she can only murmur: “Who the fuck are you?”

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“It’s okay. I’m right here.” “Just take a deep breath.” “You can hold my hand if you need to.” “Everything’s all right.” “I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” “Shhhh. You’re fine.” “Do you want me to stay with you?” “Let’s count to ten together, okay?” “Concentrate on my heartbeat. Don’t listen to anything else.” “I’ve got you. You’re going to be fine.” “Look at me. Just look at me and nowhere else.” “I won’t leave you behind.” “I’ll stay as long as you need me to.”

An uneasy settled into the former Yorkist heir; he’d sensed her the moment she had gained access to the household, something that had brought discomfort onto the former prince. As she made her arrival in the room that he was located within, he turned from the desk he had been hunched over – blue eyes upon her, watching her every move. “I normally enjoy the presence of pretty girls, but you seem to be the exception.” 

“I did not mean to disturb you --- I was just wandering.” She adds, her voice scarcely more than a whisper. Lifting a hand, she tries to rub the pounding sensation to her head to no avail. “I-- I can leave you be. If you’re busy.”