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Hunter was nervous, but it was understandable….it reminded him of the way he used to act when he was first learning to cast magic. Though it was cute to see Hunter all sheepish, as if he hadn’t done countless advanced spells before through his staff or Flapjack.

But Edrick believed in him, just as he always had, and always would. Because the Grimwalker was nothing if not determined~, and it was something he admired greatly about him.

“Then don’t say anything, Honey Bee. Just go for it~.” He turned Hunter’s hands so they were palms up, and rubbed soothing circles against his wrists.

“It probably is! But I know you can do it, you’re brilliant Hunter…..It’s hard to explain, but I’ve always thought of magic like a cool breeze. Fighting the wind is just gonna get your hair messed up. So just let it go, let it dance around and run through you, and see what happens~. Maybe start with a simple spell, like little illusion sparklers, or a plant sprout?” He wasn’t really the best teacher, but hey it was something, right?

Hunter listened to Edrick quietly, taking everything into account and nodding. It was a nice visual to have compared to the relative darkness he felt he had been in for his whole life. With the soft rub if his wrist, witch allowed his body to relax, even unclenching his jaw for once and let his mind wander for a bit. This was something he had really only been able to afford to do around his friend as the coven life didn’t allow such luxuries between training, studying, patrols, and missions. It was always  just one stress after another. It was evident by how much tension that was just released.

 “I wouldn’t call myself brilliant, but thank you. Really it means a lot. I think I know a spell that I can try.“  The off-duty guard chose this moment to pull his hands away, opting to instead take Eddy’s hands and gently pull him closer. Another show of the amount of trust Hunter had in Eddy, allowing himself to openly initiate physical affection with someone he cared about. He rested his chin on the grimwalker’s shoulder, before raising his right hand and making a small blue spell ring. It was something he had seen done many times when he was younger, and even though it had been years, he could see the spell in his mind as clear as if it was just yesterday.

He'd not hear this slander though. Hunter may not be able to produce his own magical bile, but he still commanded it as if he was born with bile circulating through his veins. How he put his whole heart and soul into whatever he set his mind to.

"But you are brilliant. You've done spells I couldn't even dream of casting myself! Even with all the cool books you've made me." Magenta eyes watched curiously as a tanned hand was raised to cast. If it didn't work the first time, he would encourage the other to try again, and again, and again. But he was equally delighted when the spell circle formed and held strong, only further proving to Edrick that Hunter was a true natural as the butterfly danced around his bedroom~.

"You did! You did it! Of course you did, you're the greatest Hunzy! I never had any doubt~!!!" His silent admiration was quick to bubble up into infectious excitement and giddiness as he turned to hug him back. Practically vibrating in place to see his plan had worked, Hunter really could do magic now!!!

@futurexheroes asked: “hold still, I need to clean your face.”

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The emerald haired teen hums in acknowledgment. He attempts to blink the sleep from his eyes as he gazes blurrilly at the blonde before him. One eye seems determined to stay stuck, and a gaze around shows him a tipped over bowl icing. A large, sticky imprint lay in the middle of the mess, mostly likely from where his head had been laying 3 minutes prior. Which would explain why his face felt weird. But soon enough he turned to glance sheepishly back at his boyfriend, half his face sticky and caked with hours old icing.

Ugh, gross.

" 'm sorry, no more baking. Promise Suki." He sighed, raising a hand to cup over the one holding his face and pressing a kiss against his palm. Besides, even with their class full of students it's still take a few days to get through all the goodies he'd baked overnight.

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Of course he thought about it. Time and time again of how one day they were playfully throwing paintbrushes at each other and the next Liam was completely gone. For years he called and texted Liam's number, hoping for at least an "I'm ok", or just to hear his voicemail. But he was here now. And titan, he looked exhausted. It made him want to drag Liam into a pillow fort like when they were younger.

Faded skin, silvery hair, the eye-patch, the scars, the different tone in his voice, golden eyes so similar to his own, the entire missing arm. But purple and blue dancing across the other's face made him soften though.

The nuzzle was enough, it was more than enough and a hug could wait until he had the other seated. Their current hug lingered for a minute or so longer than needed before he finally pulled back. Golden eyes glancing down at his fallen basket, before back into Liam's.

"Never, Angelcakes... doesn't matter the time of day or night. You could never interrupt me, and you're far more important than any trip to the market. I can go to the market whenever I want, but I haven't seen you in 5 years~. To me? It's an easy choice~." He hoped with all his heart that Liam would be sticking around for a while as well. Finally releasing the man before him in favor of picking up his basket and holding the door open. Smiling softly at Liam as he did so.

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This friend of mine is the reason I was able to get through college without more severe breakdowns, he has helped me in so many ways and the very least I can do to repay his kindness is to do everything within my power to help him.

“i will roll you up in this blanket if you don’t march your butt to bed right now.”

“hold still, i need to clean your face.”

“do you want a piggyback ride?”

“look, i’m threatening you with tickles. and if i were you, i would take that threat seriously.”

“you make me proud every day.”

“do you know how much i love you?”

“you can have as many hugs as you want.”

“you’re adorable when you’re half-asleep, you know that?”

“i called because i miss you. a lot.”

“are you coming home soon?”

“this couch is big enough for the both of us.”

“we can share.”

“i built a blanket fort.”

“is it okay if i hold your hand?”

“no fair! you know i’m ticklish!”

“you’re such a sleepyhead.”

“i know you didn’t just try sneaking out of here without your coat and hat.”

“i’m glad you had fun today, but it’s time you got some shut-eye.”

“hold my hand.”

please don’t remind me

i can’t stop thinking about it, that moment is on replay in my head every moment of my life

do you think we can ever go back to that time?

i don’t like thinking about the past

could you help me remember?

i’ve never forgotten and i don’t think i’ll ever be able to

can’t you just… start moving on?

my nightmares are never made up, they’re just reruns of things i’d rather forget

visiting this place again after so much time is giving me whiplash

i don’t remember you being like this the last time we met

i thought i’d never see this place again

please, please try to remember, you don’t know how much actually depends on it

no, not like that, that’s now how that sounded like

is this what you’ve been doing, reliving the past over and over and over again?

i remember when we were younger and the first moments we started losing all hope

nostalgia weighs heavy on the soul

you can’t even pretend to remember, can you

no, i’m blocking it out and you can’t make me go back

i thank you not to bring that up again

can’t you help me reminisce instead of highlighting all the bad

which version of us do you prefer, the then or the now

always remembering can be as dangerous as always forgetting

i don’t want to hold the past against you

but what if you could turn back time

what if some things are meant to be memories and nothing else

god, i can’t even trust my own memories anymore

i can’t tell the difference between what i recall and what i made up

you were so much taller in my memories, so much scarier

i spend so much time just thinking about what could have been

yes, i do, okay? i regret that moment like i regret a thousand others, are you happy now?

no, that’s not how that happened, don’t start twisting things again

you and i remember two very different things

is that what they’ve been telling you happened?

that’s not how i remember things, i think someone’s lied to you

are we even remembering the same moment?

you repressed it, you repressed it all

how is you being the only one burdened with remembering in any way fair?

yeah, that’s what it was! that’s insane, are you sure we weren’t there together?

no i can’t let it go, it feels important but i can’t fucking remember it

you can’t focus only on the good, don’t you remember all the shit we went through?

is that all that’s left in your mind of our time together?

things were so much better back then

i wish i could just live in my best memories

breathe - muse a holds muse b closely to help them wind down after a stressful day/event

stop - muse a holds muse b back from walking back out into the fray

melt - muse a holds muse b’s face gently, drawing circles into their cheeks with their thumbs

acceptance - muse a kisses muse b’s forehead and lingers

redemption - muse a holds muse b’s face together and rests their forehead against them

home - muse a pulls muse b closer until muse b’s face rests in the crook of muse a’s neck

finale - muse a wraps themself around muse b to keep them from harm

classics - muse a tends to muse b’s wounds with more care than necessary

honesty - muse a wipes muse b’s tears away from under their eyes

recovery - muse a rubs muse b’s back repeatedly to help work tension out their body

anxiety - muse a intertwines their fingers with muse b’s to ground themself

repose - muse a languidly slips into muse b’s arms while muse b is lying somewhere

subtlety - muse a gently brushes their hand over folds and wrinkles on muse b’s clothing

intimacy - muse a braids/brushes/works knots out of muse b’s hair

domesticity - muse a rests chin on muse b’s shoulder to read/see what they’re holding

second-nature - muse a runs their hand through muse b’s hair who’s leaning into them from behind

casual - muse a slinks their arms around muse b’s to sit closer

wounded - muse a sways muse b and themself back and forth as a soothing mechanism

care-taking - muse a rubs muse b’s arms repeatedly to get some warm into them

excuses - muse a brushes their thumb lightly against muse b’s rub some dirt/dust/etc away

courting - muse a rests one hand on muse b’s back and holds out the other for muse b to hold to help them climb up/down something

* tw for mentions of blood / cannibalism / death + murder .

to the werewolf .

❝ it’s almost a full moon. ❞

❝ are you still bipedal ? as a wolf, i mean. ❞

❝ you bit me ! ❞

❝ you smell like wet dog. ❞

❝ so do you howl at the moon ? ❞

❝ take a deep breath, okay ? you need to calm down. ❞

❝ your secret is safe with me. ❞

❝ so we should avoid silver then ? ❞

❝ i just saw you turn into a giant dog. ❞

❝ awoo. ❞

❝ so is this a lone wolf situation, or do you have like … a pack ? ❞

❝ do you prefer the term pack or family ? ❞

❝ you are covered in blood. ❞

❝ you’re not gonna start marking your territory or something, are you ? ❞

❝ you were howling with laughter. ❞

❝ look how big the moon is. ❞

❝ what big teeth you have… ❞

❝ luckily, i’m a dog person. ❞

from a werewolf .

❝ i’m a werewolf. ❞

❝ you seriously think i’m a werewolf ? ❞

❝ shut up and chain yourself to a tree. ❞

❝ we’re werewolves, not swearwolves. ❞

❝ alpha is an outdated term, based off of bullshit studies. ❞

❝ telling me to calm down is just gonna make it worse. ❞

❝ it’s the fullmoon, i don’t wanna ruin my good clothes. ❞

❝ look, i’m not gonna hurt you ! ❞

❝ get out of here, or i’m going to hurt you. ❞

❝ you think people are gonna believe you saw me turn into a giant dog ? ❞

❝ sorry i bit you. ❞

❝ so, you’re a werewolf now. ❞

❝ welcome to the pack ! ❞

❝ if it makes you feel better it’s not my blood. ❞

❝ i prefer the term werewolf/lycanthrope. ❞

❝ i told you, you need to leave. ❞

❝ are you … trying to walk me ? ❞

actions .

[ AWOO. ]   the sender howls at the moon.

[ TEETH. ]   the sender bites the receiver during a full moon .

[ CHANGE. ]   the receiver walks in on the sender during their transformation.

[ CALM. ]   the sender reaches out to calm the receiver. 

[ DARK. ]   the receiver finds the sender out on a full moon. 

[ FOUND. ]   the sender found the receiver somewhere after a full moon, and decides to take care of them

[ GROWL. ]   the sender growls at the receiver as a warning. 

[ PREPARE. ]   the sender helps the receiver prepare for the full moon. 

[ SILVER. ]   the sender accidently/purposefully gives the receiver something silver to see how they react. 

....and then he heard sniffling.

Honeyed eyes glanced up worriedly only to soften within seconds. He knew that look plenty well. Overwhelmed, usually when good things happened and the blonde wasn't quite sure how to process it yet. But crying works, it was a perfectly healthy way to get the feelings out, and they really did have nothing but time now. There was no rush, nowhere to be, no schedules, or curfews. Just the two of them, and normal, average, confusing teen feelings~.

So the Bard squeezed his friend's hands back, releasing one to wrap around Hunter and pull him close. He started swaying again, but instead of their arms now? He swayed them both, a gentle soothing motion. Before burying his face into blonde locks and humming a soft melody, the cosmic frontier theme song from the cartoon Hunter and Gus had been so excited about lately. And something else to ground.

"Yes, I remember I have lunch with Hunzy later this afternoon~. How could I ever forget my best friend? Especially when I'm making lunch!" Came muffled chatter from inside the cabin, only to be followed by a series of squeaks and chitters.

"I know, I know you want to see your little sister~. I'm sure Waffles will love the peanut butter seed balls we made her. But we have errands....to run?" The cabin door swung open, revealing the Bard in question. Older, taller now, though nowhere near his father's height, and emerald hair going down just past his waist. But still, the same old mischievous bard as always.

"Oh, hello! Gosh, I hope you weren't waiting long. Can I help-?" He paused, tilting his head in an almost puppy-like manor at the tired man before him. Different, yet so familiar at the same time....no, it couldn't be, could it? Golden eyes widened, breath hitched, and basket fell to the floor. Hesitantly he reached out as if he might find a ghost instead. Yet still, his hand found its way to cupping tanned skin. Thumb brushing over his cheek. So many questions ran through his head as he tried to resist the impulsive urge to smother the blonde alive with affection.

Of course he thought about it. Time and time again of how one day they were playfully throwing paintbrushes at each other and the next Liam was completely gone. For years he called and texted Liam's number, hoping for at least an "I'm ok", or just to hear his voicemail. But he was here now. And titan, he looked exhausted. It made him want to drag Liam into a pillow fort like when they were younger.

Faded skin, silvery hair, the eye-patch, the scars, the different tone in his voice, golden eyes so similar to his own, the entire missing arm. But purple and blue dancing across the other's face made him soften though.