It is here I spread my wings

The grin that spread across Colden’s face was electric in its intensity. “Oh hello there, little Sun. I thank you for coming out to play with me.” He held up a hand, slowly releasing just enough of his glamour to let his own non-human nature bleed through.

Out came the horns, the ears, the eyes. All making a willing appearance for once. He held eye contact just long enough to establish a connection before dropping his gaze. “I do hope this isn’t a mistake,” he mused. “I would hate to be perceived as a threat when I am at last not alone. But,” he considered, “instincts can be deeply unpleasant things.”

“Greetings. I am…” He hesitated. “Buck. Not my real name or even a particularly famous false one but perhaps with the horns…” He shook himself. “I’m digressing. Is there any service I can provide, from one servant of myth to another?”

Unblinking, Legacy cocked his head to the side as the fae revealed his true form before him.

Yes. A fae.

The gryphon relaxed immediately, for he knew the one who called himself Buck would not hurt his fellow inhuman. There were rules between their kind, and even though he had never been able to manifest so thoroughly, Legacy understood what was in their natures.

😍: what was your muse’s first love like?

It was painful to watch the twins fall apart like this, a house collapsing in blazes that you just couldn’t turn away from.

Long story short, or at least what Garrett had shown up in time to know, was that Tyler liked a boy who Dimetre did not like. It wasn’t too outrageous: they were teenagers and this guy could not possibly be younger than 18. He looked like he could snap Garrett in two, and only one of them was a moonlighting superhero.

Then Tyler insulted Garrett’s harsh exterior, and Dimetre started screaming. And it escalated, and it escalated. And they ran off in tears, leaving Garrett and Tyler’s odd friend by the ice rink.

“U-um…” Garrett glanced to the young man, wondering if he should attempt to look intimidating, on Dimetre’s behalf. But the man’s cheeks were flushed, and he had his arms wrapped tightly around himself as if it could shrink his gigantic size. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to…” His breath stuttered; Garrett was not going to deal with a sad giant, no thank you.

“I’ll go talk to Dimetre. Tyler’s brother. Can you make sure Tyler’s okay?” He waited just long enough to see the guy nod before running after a burning trail.

falling leaves: you’re stranded on a desert island and here’s the twist; what three things do you NOT bring with you?

Answered this before, but I’ll make a second answer.

smelly candles: what’s your absolute favorite scent?

“Wine. Is that weird? It’s far from my favorite drink, just the smell.”

big sweaters: do you prefer the cold, warmth, or a perfect in-between?

“The in-between, leaning towards warmth without requiring sweaters.”

apple cider: if you could throw a party, and invite absolutely anyone, who would they be?

falling leaves: you’re stranded on a desert island and here’s the twist; what three things do you NOT bring with you?

“First of all, what kind of ‘Autumn Ask’ is this?”

“Second of all, my phone, my wallet, and my paperwork. Finally, I’ll have some rest.”

halloween: if you could dress up as anyone/ anything and pull it off absolutely flawlessly, who/what would it be?

“I don’t… dress up in costumes. Maybe I’d just throw together a Legacy costume without using my powers? Heh…”

the color orange: do you have a specific song that reminds you of autumn? what is it?

“If you don’t think about ‘Thriller’ by Michael Jackson, you’re wrong.”

hot tea: when was the last time you kissed someone (if you haven’t had your first kiss, who would you like that first someone to be?)

🌻: does your muse like the outdoors?

This is his approximate wingspan. Take a guess. :P

🍀: does your muse believe in luck or fate?

😍: what was your muse’s first love like?

You.

What was Dimetre doing here? The warehouses was no place for an 11-year-old, no matter how much he claimed to be “wiser beyond his years” - a line he probably took out of a book he read. Garrett himself wouldn’t have been here if his mother wasn’t scouting the industrial park, dividing and conquering before meeting up and going back home.

And he was 13!

“You shouldn’t be here, you know!” Dimetre jumped like a mile into the air with a shout, and only then did Garrett notice the way he clung to his too-big shirt (Wait. Was that Garrett’s?) and shook like a leaf. A well of guilt opened up when he remembered that his best friend tended to get lost, but never really meant to. “I’m sorry. You’re not in trouble. You just looked like you needed hE-ELp-”

His voice cracked. Garrett was going to die.

If Dimetre cared, he didn’t show it. But he supposed that was how the boy always was; acceptance. Every time he looked at him, Garrett felt like he really meant something to the world. He felt like he was the world. “I got lost-” That was a given. “-so a way out of here would be nice. I didn’t know there were heroes who’re kids!”

Well, he was pretty sure it was just him right now. But something told him it wasn’t other kids that was making Dimetre stare like that. His eyes were actually glittering.

🌕: does your muse remember their dreams?

It’s self projection time! When he sleeps deeply, no. Normally remembering his dreams is a sign that he did not rest well or had a nightmare of sorts.

🐰: has your muse ever had any pets?

Demi the ragdoll cat! She still lives at the Halls’ residence, but Garrett doesn’t know since he’s too chickenshit to drop by.

🍳: can your muse cook?

🤜: does your muse get into fights? if so, how often?

Red staining his eyes and cheeks, 10-year-old Garrett handed his dad a half sheet of paper detailing the circumstances of his suspension. He kept his eyes down while the principal told Papa how bad Garrett was, while Papa drove him home and yelled at him in the kitchen. “You know better!”

He thought about the boys who grabbed him by the throat, who had their wrists smacked with a plastic ruler before returning to class. If he didn’t know better before, he did now, never to fight back.

🍰: can your muse bake?

“Garrett? We need another pair of hands. Could you…?”

“You told me ten minutes ago to go through last month’s financial records.”

“Well… Yes… I did…”

“Fine, you cretin. Let me wash my hands.”

😍: what was your muse’s first love like?

He did it! It just took a little bit of patience and a whole bag of cat treats, but Garrett finally got the stray he found to relax around him, winding around his ankles and purring when he scratched behind its (her) ears. If he was right, she was a fluffy ragdoll cat who just needed some shelter and TLC, and his parents could not possibly resist those gorgeous eyes!

Oh, but that could wait. What he really needed was to see Dimetre’s face when he showed off his newest victory. He’d probably say she was the prettiest cat he’d ever seen (she was) and then Garrett could say she reminded him of Dimetre (she did) and then-

🌏: does your muse like to travel?

 “I wish I could more often. There’s nothing like being somewhere new and becoming nobody.”

🍩: does your muse have a sweet tooth?

“Only every once in a while.”

📽️: does your muse like watching movies? if so, do they have a favourite?

POE: how does your muse feel about flying?

“With which method? My flight is one of the best things about my… capabilities. Probably why I don’t mind giving out rides.” He brought his hand up to smother a burst of laughter, short and shameless. “As for planes? They terrify me. I truly respect pilots for falling in love with the sky when they can’t even feel the air.”

qui-gon jinn: is there anything your muse is particularly skilled at? 

“I’m assuming this means outside of the obvious? I can play acoustic guitar, but I suppose that’s something every other white boy learns to do.”

general hux: how well organized is your muse?