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Muse’s Memories (OPEN)

💗- A memory about a good deed they did

“Sir, do you have any change?”The child looked up at him with teary eyes, one tiny hand held out. Messy pale-brown hair, ragged clothes, small posture and barely any flesh on the bones. One of the many children condemned to a life of poverty in the back streets of the capital of Atlantis. And yet there was something striking, something different about this child.…Of course. That was it. This boy looked like his own son, Milon. It was the eyes, dark grey-blue, looking up at him with that striking amount of trust.“What’s your name, child?”“Alain, sir.”“I have a son who is about your age. He could use a brother.”“S-sir! You mean…”“Come along, Alain.” Critias smiled. “We’re going home.”

💖- A memory that made them feel special

“Come on, Dartz. Pay attention. What did I just explain?”“…I don’t know. I was thinking about something else” the crown prince admitted.Critias looked confused. “About what?”“Ehm…” The child looked embarrassed. “…Can I call you uncle?”“Uncle?” Critias chuckled. “Of course, but why?”“Because I already have a dad so calling you dad would be weird.”“…I guess it would be. Do you call Timaeus and Hermos ‘uncle’ as well?”“No.”“Why not?”“Because they’re both big brother.”Critias laughed a little. “That makes sense. Can we continue class now?”

// when the heck did this happen what was the context oh my god i remember vaguely saying that but what was it about

    The man before him was truly almost as flamboyant as himself. Quite the colorful suit, long well-cared for hair, and such an aura. He had heard of him before, yet he could not recall what the name of his company was again. Perhaps it would come back to him, would he not say it himself. Oh well. He spoke up with a thick German accent, as he looked upon the other.

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