#abrasife

What was a peaceful evening at one of his favourite cafes turned into quite the unexpected experience. 

Sevren was simply glancing out the window, lost in thought as he watched the rain fall-- But his daze was soon interrupted when a figure walked by. He didn’t catch it at first, but he was swift to jolt at the realisation.

He knew them. 

Or, well, he used to. He knows that soul.

Sapphire hues could only watch as the other approached the counter, eyeing every movement.

"...”

“... Again, Lady Fate? It’s been so many years.”

Hesitation could only lead to regret, and he knew it. With that in mind, Sevren stood, leaving what was left of his cappuccino as he followed. 

But what excuse could he use? He’s had no chance to prepare as normal. A stranger approaching out of the blue while picking up an order is suspicious indeed.

“... Excuse me,” he simply called out.

“Do I know you from somewhere?”

-> For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses. (♡)

@abrasife

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Honestly. I feel like Flora would come to Keith if she ever needed advice for something. Like, she trusts him enough to let herself be vulnerable like that due to him willingly helping her out in some ways or trusts him not to think less of her. But I also think that Flora would gladly just sit with Keith and read a book while he does something on his own. Like, they don't need to talk to each other and it won't feel awkward to her. He could be sewing something or doing something else and she could be working on an assignment or art piece, just sitting in his presence is enough for her. I feel like she just feels comfortable around Keith because she see's him as a caring person in his own way.

“Oh, hey! Keith! Can you come over here for a second?” What a coincidence that he saw his classmate! Theo actually could use a bit of help, gesturing for the younger student to hurry over to him. “It’ll only take a moment, I promise. I want your opinion on something.”

With that, he gestured to the fabric samples he had on the table. They were all separated into groups, like color palates. What is more or less what they were; What similar colors there were were in different fabrics, arranged to see how they looked together before he actually made the entire outfit.

       ------ “Hi, short stuff.”

       A soft laugh spills from pale lips as they settle themselves down into the chair beside Keith’s, sparing a total of two seconds before it was time for the lecture to begin. It’s a bit creepy if you think about it; they ran into ( and somewhat made fun of ) him in a grocery store and have seen him nearly everyday since. It’s sheer luck most of those sightings were pure coincidence. Today’s is accidentally purposeful. They realized they hadn’t attended class in five weeks and decided to actually show -- arriving to find only one seat open, directly next to the same guy. Small world.

       At the announcement of a partnered project, a single brow arches, but they fail to move otherwise until it’s decided that partners will be chosen based on who is sitting near who. Naturally, luck would have them paired together. A student who seemed to take his classes somewhat seriously and another who has their own exhibit in the city’s gallery but hasn’t seen classroom walls in over a month. It’s bound to be interesting, right? Hopefully. Save for the fact they hate trying to keep the very-obviously-not-human aspects of themselves hidden from human sight. It’s not so easy when your ears are pointed and people ask if you had surgery for it, you know.

@abrasife / prompted.

She swore she'd made sure she was tucked far enough back on the alley that no one would see her, just wanting to have her breakdown in peace as she took a few minutes standing behind the bar to gather herself. Ugh, she was so sick of being hit on! And this guy's audacity, to literally reach out and touch her ass. The tears rolling down her cheeks pissed her off even more as she kicked the dumpster next to her.

"It's okay to cry. I won't tell anyone."

Turning around at Keith's voice, her eyes widened in shock. Of course. She'd hidden herself away far enough if she hadn't just kicked the dumpster. She was sure that was what caught his attention. She let out a frustrated noise, turning away from him as tears flowed down her face freely even faster now. Not only was she still frustrated, but here she was crying in front of Keith again. Could she have an interaction with him where she wasn't a complete basket case?

"Ugh, sorry." She quickly wiped her face, not being able to entirely calm down in the short amount of time she'd allowed herself, but forcing the tears to stop and pinching her nose. She turned back to Keith with the best smile she could muster and dropped her hand from her nose. "I'm having a really crappy day at work, but no biggie. Thanks for checking on me again. You're a good friend."

Connor had found himself with the redhead again, thinking that it had almost become a comfortable routine to have the other male in his apartment. It was different then when Marcel was here, nothing romantic even having the chance of happening with Keith, and that thought was comforting. The thought that he maybe had maybe a friend, even in the most loose sense of the word, made him feel accomplished.

He knew that it was the other's birthday today, a text from Reanne coming through a few days ago to remind him of it. Reanne had seemed curious that Keith and Connor had started hanging out, and luckily she had been on top of reminding Connor about the important date. He'd debated on if he was going to do something for Keith, buy him a present or what not, deciding on something small and maybe even insignificant. He still hoped the others liked it, though.

@abrasife / unprompted.

Connor had been sitting on a bench outside a nearby convenience store. He hadn’t quite brought himself to trek all the way home, but had pulled himself from the depths of his depression to go get something premade for dinner. He heard Keith’s voice before even seeing him, or rather feeling his head rest on Connor’s shoulder. He didn’t move or bother to talk, waiting to see what Keith needed to talk about. He doubts that it is directly related to him, but as someone that could appreciate someone to talk to here and there; he might as well be there for the other. 

Connor looked down at his premade dinner while Keith started talking, surprised by how similar the two felt. It was almost like Keith was reading his mind and taking the thoughts that he had on a daily basis and putting them into words. Maybe they were more similar than he thought. He cleared his throat, “And talking about it is almost impossible.” Connor added on, letting Keith know that he was in the darkness with him, “Because even when someone does bother hearing you out often they think it’s all in your head or tell you it’s not as bad as you think.” 

He pulled a water out of his bag, having gotten a few of them to put in his fridge in an attempt to take care of himself. “Here, drink. When was the last time you ate?” He asked the other, keeping his voice low. He’d take Keith back into the convenience store to find something to eat if the other hadn’t recently done so, debating on offering to walk him back home or asking if he needed to stay over to get out of his own depression space. Connor tried to think of how messy his apartment was. Honestly, for his state of mind he didn’t think it was horrible.