#armafidelium

The week leading up to Ezreal’s birthday was nothing short of obnoxious. Aphelios, along with Alune and the others, would have received multiple reminders and notifications the closer the day got. Maybe he was a little too excited—being able to share a day with people he cared about and trusted with his whole being—something that he didn’t really think would be possible for him. Regardless, this band had been good to him—good for him—and if weren’t for HEARTSTEEL, he wouldn’t have met his best friend.

So maybe good things do happen, after all.

Ezreal had just gotten back from shopping—getting his usual box of pastries from the bakery down the street ( with a few extras ), skateboard tucked under his arm before he closed the door behind him with his foot and leaned the board in the wall next to the door.

His phone was going insane with notifications from fans and friends alike—He knew Yone had something planned with the group, but there was still time before that. For now, Ezreal figured he’d go get a few things for himself, and now that he was home he made a beeline towards the kitchen, placing the box on the counter, taking out a couple of strawberry tarts from the box and placing the rest of the sweets in the fridge. He hoisted himself into the counter, scrolling through social media as he shoved one into his mouth, perking up slightly as he heard footsteps of someone entering the room.

Citrine gaze fell onto Aphelios, the smaller swallowing the pastry in his mouth and wiping whatever debris came from it with the back of his hand. “Oh, hey, Phel! What’s u—“ he paused, gaze moving down to the gift in his hand, blinking at the cute paper and bow. “Hah, did Alune wrap this for you?” He teased as the gift was handed to him, Ezreal turning it in his hands as his feet swung lightly from the ledge of the counter.

It didn’t take long for him to tear the paper and open the box, eyes lighting up at all of the photography-based accessories for his phone. “Dude, this is sick! You really pay attention, huh?” He tilts his head slightly as he gently takes the items out from the box, looking at the card and snorting softly before he seems something else, fingers gently taking the paper out to see the melody of music written for him, Ezreal’s eyes scanning the music in his hand before he jumps down and reaches up to hook his arm around his best friends neck and yank him down to his level. The smile on the smaller’s features is bright as he waves the melody around in his hand.

“Hey, you wanna go to the studio and play around with recording this? We’ve got a LOT of time ‘til whatever Yone’s planning! This is super cool, Phel! …Thanks, man.”

lil grump-grump (accepting)

𝐊'𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 in mighty, shoulder-shaking laughter. ❝ Says the man who put flour in my protein powder! ❞ Honestly, Aphelios should have seen this coming! The prankster getting pranked--how priceless.

K'Sante only wishes he had his phone in hand to capture it all but that would have given the game away completely.

well aint this so sweet. thank you! i unfortunately havent been able to be here as actively as i want to be because of offline reasons, but when i am able to put focus on being here i try and at least bring something new to the table. i hope we get a chance to write together soon.

Let K'Sante Talk about You

* SCREAMS IN ZAUNIAN SHARP *

He holds the notebook as if it would disintegrate. It looks positively tiny in his big hands. ❝ These are beautiful lyrics, Aphelios. ❞ && he means that from the bottom of his heart. Still. Something troubles him.

K'Sante hands back the notebook. ❝ Are you positive you want me to sing them? They seem very...personal. ❞ Maybe somebody else should take over singing these lyrics. He's billed as a rapper---&& truthfully, he's only really sang for his grandparents & in the shower.

But this band is about revealing parts of themselves...parts that have been rejected by the music industry--by thumbing their nose at the status quo. && what's more that then a rapper like him singing?

He stops halfway in his walk, confused at the hand signs for a second before saying a soft 'ah' to himself. Hands resting on his own hips as his weight shifted on his feet, sizing up the other who blocked his path.

"Listen I'd love to chat and do.. whatever you're doing but I'm knee deep in shit that requires my attention. Not like I wouldn't wanna give you it but, y'know." he shrugs, taking his first step forward as if challenging the stranger to move out of his way. Stopping again to tower over the man. Letting out a long winded exasperated sigh.