Not who we seem

{🦋}- With all that had been going on recently in Khura’in, the princess had nearly forgotten her own birthday. When she’d come across the painting, she’d almost thought she’d missed a holiday before she spotted the note. 

{Doing a mains call! If you want your muse to be the main (insert muse name here) for my muse, then hmu!! 

If you are a main for any of my muses (Clay, for example), then that means anytime Clay mentions that particular muse in replies that are not directly to your muse, it is your muse he is talking about. 

So if Clay gets a question about Apollo, and someone is his main Apollo, that Apollo will be who they are referring to.

{Doing a mains call! If you want your muse to be the main (insert muse name here) for my muse, then hmu!! 

If you are a main for any of my muses (Clay, for example), then that means anytime Clay mentions that particular muse in replies that are not directly to your muse, it is your muse he is talking about. 

So if Clay gets a question about Apollo, and someone is his main Apollo, that Apollo will be who they are referring to.

tagged by: i stole it from myself tagging: everyone

Bonny de Famme

Betty de Famme

{🌸}- She was stunned at first, only able to gaze in awe at the beautiful carving job, fingers delicately tracing the little details of the dragon. It was a very thoughtful gift, and she could feel her heart swelling with joy. A smile pulled at her lips as she gently wrapped her arms around the young attorney, trapping him in a grateful hug.

{🌠}- “Depends on how high you’re trying to get it to go.” Clay glanced up from the game he’d been playing on his phone, seriously considering what it would take to launch a bottle of coke into space.

Humming in acknowledgement, Apollo accepts his gift. “Thanks, Clay.” Smiling, he carefully unwraps his present, a bit unwilling to ruin the effort his best friend put in just to wrap it. A few tugs (and a wince when he inevitably tears the wrapping) later, he opens the box. He gasps softly, a hand flying to his mouth.

“You made this…?” He stares in awe at the pendant. Oh, Clay… “… It’s beautiful.” He breathes. His keen eyes catch the intricate designs, carved cleanly into the material. This must have taken ages, and all for me? Suddenly, he feels a twinge of something, and he makes a small sound of surprise at the unfamiliar prickling in his eyes.

He’s so overwhelmed by happiness, the thought that someone he held so dear would take time to do something like this for him…  He turns his head away from Clay, and takes a shuddering breath. It is too much, but not the way Clay thinks.

{🌠}- Relief washes over him when he sees the awe in his friend’s eyes, his grin becoming more gentle. “I made it from a piece of moonrock I got when I was in space. I got it without even thinking, and I knew I had to make something out it for y--”

He stops when he hears the soft noise as Apollo turns away, brows instantly furrowing in concern. “Y-you okay, Apollo?” His hand rests tentatively on the other’s shoulder, lips curving into a faint, wry smile.

A groan. “I thought you’re supposed to be nice to someone on their birthday, not torture them with Schrödinger’s birthday gift.” He stops tapping his fingers, bringing his left index finger to his forehead in thought. “Homemade, homemade, homemade…” Jewelry? Well, a bracelet would be out of the question. That kind of stuff might be hard to make, though.

Hmm…

Apollo presses his finger into his forehead a few times. After a moment of debating, he decides to go with his gut. He can’t think of anything else anyways. “I can’t believe I’m wasting my last guess on this, but… Is it jewelry?” Lowering his hand, he adds, “I’m getting you back for this, by the way. I’m going to be vague as hell about your present.”

{🌠}-  While he isn’t technically wrong, the answer isn’t as specific as he wants. Still, he takes his arm from around Apollo’s waist so he can raise the attorney’s hand to place the box in.

“You know what? I’ll give it to ya. I like to think it’s a little better than just jewelry, but you’re not far off the mark there. So, happy birthday, Apollo!”

All he can do now is simply hope that Apollo likes the gift. He’d spent days carving the crescent moon and stars, even etching fine details onto them to truly give the piece depth.